Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 533 Keep your word

It didn't take long for the suburbs to turn into a vast expanse of white.

After Xu Qing sent his grandparents and second father away, he returned to the office of the meat factory. While warming his hands, he said to Er Mazi;

"Brother Mazi, when the grain truck comes, you can go over to the warehouse and keep an eye on it."

"Okay, Qingzi, I'll be there right away!"

Er Mazi put down the fire hook, put on his military coat, grabbed a sheepskin hat and put it on his head, put on a scarf, opened the door curtain, and walked out.

Today, the grain station warehouse has to deliver grain to the grain station in the city. At the same time, several branches of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill also have to be delivered.

Xu Qing has left this matter to Er Mazi since last week.

There is nothing too busy in the Meat Factory at the moment, and business is limited to the canteens of the two branches of Red Star Factory No. 3 and Factory No. 5.

Seeing that New Year's Day is not long away, the meat factory is running well.

There just aren’t many pigs.

This is a common problem faced by all domestic meat processing plants.

The wind of reform is blowing, but pig farming has not been taken seriously.

As far as the current domestic situation is concerned, the country's requirements for rural areas are still to grow crops and produce food.

Although everyone knows that pork is delicious, the staple food has not been solved.

It is impossible for the country to call for vigorous development of the pig industry.

Although Xu Qing's focus is apparently on the meat factory, in fact it is still mainly on the grain station.

After next year, collecting pigs will gradually no longer be a problem, and he will naturally let go of the grain station.

After all, pork is much more expensive than grain.

And the profit margin is also large.

After Er Mazi left, Xu Qing warmed up, grabbed today's newspaper, sat at his desk and read through it.

The newspapers still carried the headline "Moving towards the 'Four Modernizations'".

Xu Qing looked at it and saw that there was nothing that interested him, so he folded it and put it aside.

He is aware of future trends.

Economic development is inevitable, and agriculture will also make great strides.

However, in the past two years, Xu Qing opened a grain station and a meat joint factory. Whether it was processed grain or pork, he used his ability to distribute it.

It can be regarded as an indirect contribution to the country's material shortage.

Of course, he also made money.

But compared to making money, his current use of abilities has gradually shifted from pulling his younger brothers and sisters to benefiting society.

From a perspective, it can be said that it is from a small family to a big family.

There is a limit to the number of times the ability can be used each month.

In addition, the country has a large population, and he only started doing business after relocating the business.

In a short period of more than a year, it is not easy for the separated grain and pork to play a certain role in Sijiu City.

Xu Qing raised his hand to pick up the steaming enamel teapot beside him, took two sips of hot tea, stood up and walked out of the office, went around the slaughterhouse and then went to the storage workshop.

The three freezers in the storage workshop no longer need to be powered on. In winter, the weather is already cold and freezing, so there is no need to use electricity to refrigerate and preserve the pork.

Xu Qing looked at the three refrigerators in front of him and frowned slightly when he remembered that they had been paid on credit before and the money had not been paid out yet.

The end of the year is coming soon, and the accounts that need to be settled need to be settled.

Director Liu of the state-owned store was able to generously give these three refrigerators to him on credit without any hesitation.

How could Xu Qing do something that would chill Director Liu?

Winter is already cold. If Director Liu is still cold, he can imagine that when he goes to a state-owned store to see Director Liu, he will probably be stabbed by the other party and say: "Comrade Xu Qing, you have set up a meat factory. I opened a grain depot and became a big boss, why are so many noble people forgetting things?"

Xu Qing thought for a moment, then hurriedly walked out of the storage workshop where a fire had never been lit and his legs were numb from the cold.

In the dark sky, the snow drifted quietly.

There seemed to be a layer of white fluff growing on the ground in the factory yard.

Over in the breeding workshop, the sounds of pigs howling and sheep bleating could be heard constantly.

Xu Qing exhaled, wearing a light green woolen coat, standing in the middle of the factory yard.

He hasn't let any of the sheep Er Mazi bought before be slaughtered yet.

I plan to keep them until after the 20th of the twelfth lunar month and a few days before the Chinese New Year to slaughter them and give them away.

He had no intention of starting a mutton selling business.

After all, a few have been confiscated this year, but the third and fifth plants of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill ordered one each a few days ago.

Let it be slaughtered on New Year's Day and then handed over to the buyer together with the pork piece.

Although New Year's Day is not the Spring Festival, it is still the first day of the new year.

The two branches are ready to reward the workers who have worked hard for a year.

It is obviously unrealistic for just one sheep to provide meat for everyone in a factory.

But if you make mutton soup, thousands of workers can still get a sip of it.

It’s just about how the third and fifth factories will handle it. Xu Qing can't control it.

Too lazy to think about it.

He no longer works in the No. 3 Factory, and he no longer manages the No. 5 Factory. If he is not in his position, he will not pursue political affairs, and he will have no time to worry about it.

Doing your own thing well is the top priority.

As the saying goes, if you don't sweep one house, how can you sweep the world?

If you want to do something good, then be down-to-earth and do what you need to do.

Xu Qing raised his head and glanced at the gloomy sky, rubbed his hands, turned back to the office, took the leather gloves and scarf, closed the door of the office, left the meat factory, walked to the grain station warehouse, and looked at the grain How are you pretending?

Er Mazi felt at ease when doing things. Even if it snowed today, he was afraid that it would take a lot of trouble.

When Xu Qing arrived at the door of the grain station warehouse, grain processing workers were carrying bags of white flour and corn noodles on their shoulders. They walked out of the warehouse one after another and put them on the trucks at the door.

Five workers stood on the truck, taking the bags and stacking them neatly.

Er Mazi and Lao Wu stood at the door of the warehouse and stared. Seeing Xu Qing coming, they hurriedly walked towards Xu Qing.

"Shopkeeper, it's such a cold day and it's still snowing. Why are you here? Why don't you rest in the office? With me and the second shopkeeper, I guarantee that nothing will go wrong."

Xu Qing smiled, turned to look at the truck again, took the economy cigarette from Old Wu, put it in the corner of his mouth, lowered his head slightly, lit it with the match that Old Wu had struck, took a puff, and straightened up. road:

"Old Wu, should this car be delivered to the grain station first or to the No. 3 Factory?"

Er Mazi stood aside, lowered his head and took the cigarette given by Lao Wu, lit it with the unburned match, shook his head and said:

"Qingzi, send the food to the fifth factory first. Last time, the fifth factory was at the end of the food delivery list. Today, the fifth factory is at the front."

Old Wu echoed: "The first shopkeeper, the second shopkeeper is right. Food must be delivered to three places today. It shouldn't matter one after another, right?"

Xu Qing nodded, "It's okay, we just have to keep an eye on the fifth and third factories first. The grain station is busy on weekends and not many people visit during working hours. As long as we don't deliver it too late in the afternoon, that's all."

Old Wu responded repeatedly: "What you said is what you said, the first shopkeeper. The second shopkeeper and I will follow your instructions from now on."

At around 11:30, the first truck of grain from the Fifth Mill was loaded. The driver opened the door, pulled Er Mazi into the car, and then drove the car, rumbling toward the Fifth Branch of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill in the city.

Xu Qing lowered his head and looked at the radar watch on his wrist. Seeing that it was late, he said to Old Wu:

"Old Wu, it's almost time for dinner. Just start the machine to process the grain. Let the workers rest for a while, and then move the processed white flour and corn noodles to the door of the warehouse. After lunch, the truck will come back, so that it can be loaded easily. Second car.”

"Shopkeeper, I listen to you!"

After finishing speaking with a cigarette in his mouth, Old Wu turned around, waved his hand, and gave instructions to the workers.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the snow stopped.

In the cold sky, not a single snowflake was floating.

The third and fifth factories have also run out of food.

After Xu Qing waited for the cart of grain sent to his own grain station in Dongdan to be loaded, he stopped Er Mazi who was about to follow the cart and said:

"Brother Mazi, please don't go. I'll go over and you stay and look after this place and the meat factory. It's already past four in the afternoon and it's snowing today. You and Lao Wu remember to get everyone back from get off work early."

Er Mazi responded: "Sure, no problem, Qingzi, then you ride the motorcycle slower on the road."

Xu Qing smiled and said: "Yeah."

After saying that, he turned around and called a few workers from his own grain station warehouse to sit on the truck, and then followed him into the city on his motorcycle.

The snow on the streets in the city has long since been ground into sewage, soaking the entire road surface with wetness.

It hasn't snowed for long, and there are many people, bicycles, and cars in the city.

There is no need for sanitation workers to clean it, it will be gone.

As soon as Xu Qing arrived at the entrance of the grain station, he saw the bosses and salesmen of the neighboring shops surrounding him, talking all over the place.

"Boss Xu, you are in bad luck today. Your motorcycle has just been taken away."

"So, Boss Xu, do you know who won the lottery? Li Laosi from the market is a person who can't even settle accounts. I didn't expect that I would be so lucky this year!"

"Oh, stop talking. Boss Xu just bought a motorcycle more than a year ago. It belongs to someone else. Let's stop talking."

Xu Qing was sitting on the motorcycle and saw that the person in front of him said he had a nose and eyes, so he thought it was probably true.

However, he originally won the first prize such as motorcycles.

Since someone won the lottery today, let’s give it.

At this time, Sanhuzi's wife ran out of the grain station and kept winking at Xu Qing, indicating that he should leave quickly.

Xu Qing turned over and got out of the driveway: "Sister Wang, the person who won the motorcycle is in the store?"

Sanhuzi's wife hummed, raised her hand and said to the neighbors surrounding Xu Qing:

"Go, go, go, you guys are not doing business in your own store, so why not join in the fun? Go and do your business."

Xu Qing stopped with a smile and said: "Sister Wang, it's okay. If you guys want to see it, then let's see it. Since the person chosen is Li Laosi from the vegetable market, then I will treat it as a neighbor in our neighborhood. Give him the motorcycle."

For a moment, everyone was shouting and moving.

Passers-by on the street, as well as workers coming to unload grain from the grain station warehouse, all looked at Xu Qing.

Ma Jinghong and Xu Xiaoya asked Hui Lihua to greet the workers to unload the grain and walked to Xu Qing.

"Brother Qing, Mr. Li from the market picked up the golden rice."

Ma Jinghong said with a trace of worry on her face.

Xu Xiaoya said: "Brother, do you really give me a motorcycle?"

Xu Qing hummed, parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the grain station, and said:

"Xiaoya, go to the newspaper office and ask a reporter to come over and say that someone has picked up the motorcycle at our grain station."

Xu Xiaoya didn't understand her elder brother's intention at first, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, she said oh, and hurried to the newspaper office on her lady's bicycle.

At this moment, Li Laosi, who had won the golden rice, was wearing the blue sleeves he usually used to sell vegetables in his hands. He was holding the golden rice and stood at the door of the grain station and said to Xu Qing excitedly:

"Boss Xu, you are a big business man. I won your first prize, a motorcycle."

Xu Qing smiled and replied; "Master Li, I will definitely give you the first prize motorcycle. I keep my word."

Li Laosi's wrinkled face suddenly showed an expression of excitement, and a pair of yellow teeth appeared from his wide-open mouth.

"Boss Xu, you are the one!"

Li Laosi raised his thumb and his eyes were full of joy.

Xu Qing did not enter the grain station. At this moment, workers from the warehouse were still unloading grain from the truck and moving it to the grain station.

He stood on the street, took out his cigarettes, handed one to Li Laosi and said:

"Master Li, I have been riding this motorcycle for almost a year. If you mind, I will get a new one for you in a few days. If you don't mind, you can just push it away later."

Li Laosi shook his head, "Boss Xu, I don't care whether it's old or new. If you can give me your current motorcycle, I'll be satisfied."

Xu Qing laughed, seeing that Li Laosi was an honest man, he nodded and said:

"Well, this car is yours."

Li Laosi instantly burst into laughter. His body, which was shrunk due to the cold weather, suddenly no longer felt the cold. He kept circling the motorcycle with an ear-to-ear smile.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Xiaoya came back with the people from Sijiu City Newspaper Office, and the food on the truck had just been unloaded.

Xu Qing asked people from the newspaper office to go to the grain station, serve tea, and talk about the matter.

Two young men from the newspaper office, carrying cameras, took pictures of Xu Qing and Li Laosi.

This is good material for them.

During last year's New Year's Day, they actually came once when Xu Qing held an event.

Unexpectedly, before the year was over, the first prize at Xu Qingliang Station would be taken away.

After taking the photos, the two young men took out the pens and notebooks they brought with them and started interviewing Xu Qing and Teacher Li.

Xu Qing has been through this kind of scene many times and has experience, so he can handle it easily.

This was the first time for Li Laosi to be interviewed by someone from a newspaper. He was originally very excited because he had won a motorcycle. However, people from the newspaper took photos and conducted interviews. He became very nervous and his words were trembling.

"Comrade, I, I don't have anything to say, it's all Boss Xu, he is the one who does business with integrity and always sticks to his word!"

Xu Qing sat aside, watching Li Laosi being interviewed, and thinking in his mind about how much the reputation of his grain station would be improved and how much business it would bring when the newspaper publishes the news about the motorcycle lottery tomorrow.

Although I won’t be able to ride a motorcycle in the future, I can use this incident to build up the reputation and integrity of my grain station again, and if the business takes advantage of this opportunity, it will become popular again.

Not to mention one motorcycle, but three or five, you can make money back.

In addition, he just mentioned the meat factory he opened to the people in the newspaper office.

It's like taking advantage of the trend and making an advertisement for the meat factory.

Adding the two together, this effect cannot be measured by the value of a motorcycle.

After riding a motorcycle for a year, I can gain a reputation for integrity, leave a good reputation in the hearts of the public, and advertise. What's wrong with this business?

(End of this chapter)