When Zhang Junping went to the winery to buy wine, Pan Wanxing walked into Nie Xinghua's office.
"Secretary, are you busy?"
"Lao Pan is here! Please take a seat, you are a rare visitor!" Nie Xinghua said with a smile.
Even though Nie Xinghua and Pan Wanxing's offices were only a few doors apart, Pan Wanxing only came to Nie Xinghua's office a few times a year.
If anything happens, I will talk about it at the meeting.
Today, the wine table saw Zhang Junping's majesty, and with the news that the secretary learned, Pan Wanxing decided to come over and have a good chat with Nie Xinghua, "Secretary, no matter what, our purpose is for the good of the farm...
You can put everything else down for now..."
"Yes, our ultimate goal is to hope that the farm can develop better." Nie Xinghua nodded.
Regarding this, Nie Xinghua still admitted that what the two of them earned was their rights and the right to speak on the farm.
"Secretary, what is the background of Xiao Zhang today?"
"What's your background? We are a kid from the farm who works in Xicheng Materials Bureau. That's all I know."
"It's that simple?
We just agreed yesterday to get ten tractors today, which is not something ordinary people can do." Pan Wanxing obviously did not believe what Nie Xinghua said.
""Now that things have happened, Nie Xinghua no longer conceals anything and says directly: "I know you want to ask why I gave him face at the wine table.
He's capable of more than ten tractors.
There are also 200 tons of fertilizer, 1,000 tons of anthracite, and all the glass needed for the windows of the farm children's school.
I am not giving him face, I am giving face to the two hundred tons of chemical fertilizers every year.
I am giving face to the dozens of tractors produced by Lao Maozi behind me." What Nie Xinghua said was very true.
"He can still get Lao Maozi's tractor? Could it be..."
"Yeah, I thought the same thing yesterday, maybe I was bragging.
As you can see, ten tractors were delivered the next day, and a note containing 200 tons of fertilizer was placed on my desk.
There are also a thousand tons of anthracite coal slivers at Xiao Chen's place on the pig farm." Nie Xinghua shook his head.
"In this case, it is a great thing for our farm.
No wonder you drank two large glasses in a row, not to mention two glasses, three or four glasses as you should!" Pan Wanxing nodded in understanding.
Pan Wanxing then reminded: "By the way, this little Zhang has to find a way to maintain the relationship well.
Not to mention anything else, just for the two hundred tons of chemical fertilizers every year, this relationship must be maintained."
"You just happened to be here, let's discuss how to maintain a good relationship with Xiao Zhang?
Want to give something as a gift? It seems like there is no shortage of things!"
"Secretary, I think we have to start with Xiao Zhang's parents.
Didn't Lao Liang help Xiao Zhang's younger brother go to technical secondary school?
Let's simply transfer Xiao Zhang's parents to work in the field department.
Xiao Zhang's father can work as a team leader in the logistics department and be responsible for purchasing agricultural production materials. Xiao Zhang's mother and his younger siblings can work in the Women's Federation or trade union.
In addition, isn't there an unused yard to the east of the site? I think Zhang Junping's parents can also move in." Pan Wanxing was indeed courageous enough to get it done in one step. Not only did he transfer his job, but he also allocated a house.
"Would you be willing to let Xiao Zhang's family live in that yard?" Nie Xinghua asked with a smile.
"What's so reluctant to give up? As long as it's for the good of the farm, even the house I live in now can be given away." Pan Wanxing said with great righteousness, "I just don't know whether the secretary is willing to give up."
The courtyard Pan Wanxing was talking about was a set of courtyards not far to the east of the field compound.
Although it is only the first courtyard, the area is one-third of an acre of the third courtyard.
Naturally, many people wanted such a large courtyard. The reason why it remained empty was because both Nie Xinghua's people and Pan Wanxing's people wanted it. The two sides couldn't argue, and eventually the courtyard remained empty.
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It costs one yuan and eighty cents per catty, which is really...according to the current consumption level, it is really not cheap.
This is loose liquor, not the kind of packaged liquor that comes in bottles, and Fenjiu is only two yuan and a half a bottle.
Perhaps because he was afraid that Zhang Junping would misunderstand, Director Zhu explained with a smile: "Boss Zhang, the liquor we store is not the kind of liquor on the market that has been prepared with more than 50 degrees of alcohol content.
Our wine is all 65-degree puree.”
When Director Zhu said this, Zhang Junping remembered that in the 1970s, the country adjusted the alcohol content and required the alcohol content to be controlled.
The alcohol content of some highly pure grain liquors such as Erguotou has dropped from more than 60 degrees to more than 50 degrees.
This also reduces the cost and price of liquor in disguise.
If you put it that way, it’s really not expensive at one dollar and eighty cents per pound.
You must know that in the market now, roasted sweet potatoes cost 60 cents per catty, and sorghum wine or barley wine costs one yuan per catty.
How do those wines compare to the wines from Red Star Farm?
The wine of Hongxing Farm is brewed according to the Erguotou process, using three types of grains: sorghum, barley and peas.
"Okay! That's it. You can ask me to calculate how much it costs in total."
"Okay! Just wait a minute!" Factory Director Zhu agreed, and went to arrange for someone to count the inventory and find someone to do the accounting.
Zhang Junping was not kept waiting for a long time. In fact, they already had accounts and counted them very quickly.
In just over an hour, Zhang Junping had just read the newspaper in the factory director's office when Director Zhu walked in with his accountant.
"Leader Zhang, there are 35,800 kilograms of wine stored for more than one year.
The irritation of wine that has been under a year has not gone away, it is not good to drink, and it makes your throat irritate, so I won’t count it for you.
The total is sixty-four thousand, four hundred and forty yuan."
"OK!
Wait for me!" After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he walked out of the office and took out a briefcase from the sidecar of a sidecar.
Of course, Zhang Junping couldn't just throw the money into the sidecar. He just took it out from his own museum space under the cover of the sidecar.
Director Zhu stood at the door, his heart skipping a beat as he watched Zhang Junping take out a briefcase from the shoulder bag.
He thought to himself: This man has a really big heart.
This is a huge sum of more than 60,000 yuan. You just throw it in the sidecar and you are not afraid of losing it?
More than 60,000 yuan.
Based on the winery's annual output of 30,000 kilograms of wine, the total annual output value is only 54,000 yuan.
Zhang Junping put his briefcase on the table, opened it, and counted out sixty-four dozen dollars and forty-four brand-new ten-dollar bills.
Ten yuan is currently the largest denomination in China, RMB.
The accountant counts the money, but he is not as casual as Zhang Junping, opening them one by one and counting them one by one.
Zhang Junping also understands where the responsibility lies.
After taking the receipt stamped with the financial seal and signed by Director Zhu, Zhang Junping left the brewery and returned home.
Before leaving, Director Zhu gave Zhang Junping two ten-pound bottles of old wine. It is said that this was the first batch of wine saved when the factory was built in 1956.
There are not many wineries left now, and every jar is a treasure of the winery.
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"How is it, how is it?" Zhang's mother had already prepared a meal at home waiting for Zhang Junping. As soon as she saw him, she took Zhang Junping's hand and asked a series of questions: "How do her parents treat you?"
?Are you satisfied? Did you say when will you get married?"
"Mom, don't worry, you have to let me come in and put things down, right?" Zhang Junping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was holding two jars of old wine in his arms that were older than him.