Li Rong nodded, thinking that the logistics director was quite responsible.
Wu Zhigang continued: "I also thought about buying ready-made braised pork directly from you, but considering that there are tens of thousands of employees in the steel plant, it requires a lot of consumption. If you make ready-made braised pork, it will be difficult for you to find raw materials, and...
..."
He lowered his voice: "I know you have a way to buy meat in the 'free market', but if the higher authorities find out, we will have a lot of trouble buying pork from other countries."
Li Rong probably understood, she said: "The prescription is not cheap."
Wu Zhigang said: "Say a price first. If it's not suitable, you can discuss it later. Buying and selling is done through coercion."
Li Rong said: "I'll go home and discuss it with my family for a while. Let's make an appointment to find a place to talk."
"Okay," Wu Zhigang said, "I'll come find you tomorrow."
In the evening, Li Rong mentioned to Zhao Qingsong that someone wanted to buy a braised food recipe from her and asked him how much it would cost.
The price she asked was appropriate, which meant that she had decided to sell. Zhao Qingsong did not stop her decision. He thought for a while and gave an approximate price.
Zhao Qingsong asked: "Is that person really the director of the steel plant?"
"Who knows if it's true or not? That's what he said." Li Rong said, "Then I'll sell it at the price you said?"
Zhao Qingsong said "hmm" and then said: "It's up to you to decide. You can make it less. If you make friends with people like this, it might come in handy in the future."
Zhao Qingsong had no idea that his casual words would turn out to be a prophecy later on.
Li Rong nodded: "Okay. Let's discuss the price with him when he comes to see me tomorrow."
"Wait a minute, how old is that man?"
"Almost thirty, I didn't ask, what's wrong?"
Zhao Qingsong hugged Li Rong: "My wife is so kind, I'm afraid you will be kidnapped."
Li Rong smiled from ear to ear and reached out to pinch Zhao Qingsong's face: "Do you really think your wife is a treasure? That director is probably a father."
She still remembered the first time she met Wu Zhigang. He happened to be buying milk powder, and it seemed that he was also old enough to become a father.
"My wife is a treasure."
Before Li Rong could say anything, something heavy was attached to her body. Zhao Qingsong turned over and lowered his head to nibble on Li Rong: "I want to be a father too."
"Um......"
The girl's face was rosy, the room was filled with spring warmth, classical music played for half the night, and then gradually returned to calm.
Li Rong, who had planned to rest, got up the next day and made some steamed buns and snacks. Anyway, she was going to the "free market", so she could sell some on the way and earn some money back.
When Li Rong was selling things, she was afraid that her regular customers would be disappointed the next time they came, so she told them that she would take a few days off. Naturally, the regular customers were very disappointed.
Wu Zhigang arrived late, and Li Rong had already started to close the stall. She thought Wu Zhigang was going to let her go.
Wu Zhigang was sweating profusely, and the shirt on his back was soaked and stuck to his back. His voice was full of apology: "I'm really sorry. I had an impromptu meeting and I was late. I'm really sorry."
Today, he even used hairspray to comb his back hair and added gold-rimmed eyes, making him look more like a cadre.
Li Rong deliberately joked: "I thought Director Wu was playing tricks on me."
"Don't dare, don't dare," Wu Zhigang waved his hands quickly, "I'm really late for the meeting."
"Pfft." Li Rong smiled, "I know, no need to explain."
Wu Zhigang said: "Let's go to the state-owned hotel to talk, and treat you to a meal by the way. Why did I come late?"
Li Rong hadn't been to a state-owned hotel for dinner yet, and it was almost dinner time, so she agreed: "Okay."
Others said they would always refuse a treat, but Li Rong was so cheerful and sincere that Wu Zhigang couldn't help but laugh. He had dealt with many people in this position, and this was the first time he met someone like Li Rong.
When we arrived at the state-owned hotel, the waiter inside saw Wu Zhigang and greeted him with a smile, calling him Director Wu.
It seems that Wu Zhigang is a frequent visitor.
It's a pity that Wu Zhigang didn't know what Li Rong was thinking, otherwise he would have been able to explain the reason to her.
The leadership team of the steel plant, or the leaders who came to receive inspections, all came to the state-owned hotel to have dinner. Over time, they naturally became familiar faces.
Food in state-owned restaurants is also limited in supply, and food stamps are also required to eat in.
Wu Zhigang took out his food stamps, paid the money, and then found a seat with Li Rong to sit down. The food was served not long after.
The amount seemed quite large, but Li Rong didn't know whether it was a normal amount or because Wu Zhigang was a regular customer. The bigger reason was probably the latter.
Wu Zhigang made a very gentlemanly gesture and asked Li Rong to eat first and talk while eating.
Li Rong picked up her chopsticks generously. As expected, Chinese people have always liked to discuss business at the dinner table since ancient times.
The food in the state-owned restaurant does not taste very good in Li Rong, at least it is far behind compared to hers, but the quality is guaranteed, meat is meat, and vegetarian is vegetarian. It is not like the canteens of later generations where a few slices
If the meat is served with vegetables, the price of the meat dish will be charged.
I heard that all employees in state-owned hotels must pass the examination, and not just anyone can come and work. If you can work in a state-owned hotel, from the perspective of future generations, you are working for the country, which is an iron rice bowl.
At the same time, the income and life of such working-class families are quite good, and they can be used as capital to show off.
Halfway through the meal, Wu Zhigang finally got down to business.
Li Rong didn't plan to do any ink, so she told her the price she had in mind.
Wu Zhigang kept a smile on his face, but did not immediately make a counteroffer. He thought about it for a while and cut off 30% of Li Rong's offer.
His return price was within Li Rong's expectation, and Li Rong would not close the deal at his price. After a meal, they both took a step back.
The transaction price was only 15% less.
This price was close to Li Rong's ideal price. She knew very well that her initial quotation could not be the transaction price, so she raised the quotation higher than the ideal price.
Li Rong was very satisfied with the result and chatted a lot with Wu Zhigang.
While chatting, Wu Zhigang said: "It would be great if you could supply these buns. Alas, we have a dedicated chef responsible for cooking. But if I buy buns from you, it would be outsourcing. If someone finds out, we will
I can’t even eat and walk around.”
Li Rong didn't tell him that in later generations, factories and schools almost all outsourced catering.
But then she thought about it, if she could persuade Wu Zhigang to give her breakfast, even if it wasn't breakfast, just give her a little oil, such as ordering a certain amount of steamed buns from her.
For example, tens of thousands of employees in a steel factory can eat a lot of food. Even if she only orders a thousand buns from Li Rong, she can still make a lot of money.
Li Rong told the man her thoughts jokingly.
Wu Zhigang laughed a few times and said that Li Rong's brain was quite easy to use.
But the next second, he put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Outsourcing is not feasible now. Let's cooperate again when the policy becomes more relaxed."
The man seems to be sincere and loyal, but in fact he has a lot of secrets. This is what Li Rong summarized after a meal.