There is a pile of colorful and cut fabrics on the counter.
The smiles on the faces of the two female salespersons had already been transported to Algeria.
I saw them standing there blankly, at a loss for a while.
Oh, how careless!
You should collect this guy's ticket first and then cut the fabric...
But the middle-aged man next to him began to taunt Luo Xuan: "Young man, I think you are deliberately trying to fight against the autumn wind and take advantage of the company's loopholes, right?
Since you don’t have a cloth ticket, why are you buying cloth? Why don’t you quickly think of a way to make up for this loss?”
Luo Xuan glared at him, "None of your business? Don't think that because you have two more pockets on your clothes than others, you just live on the 38th floor."
The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this: What is the 38th floor?
Nowadays, there is no building with such a high floor in the whole country.
Seeing the confusion on the middle-aged man's face, Luo Xuan added, "You live upstairs, do you think you are the master?"
During this period, "everyone is equal" is the most important thing.
It's very taboo for everyone, being called a master, a parasite, an exploiting class and so on.
After being rebuffed by Luo Xuan, the middle-aged man's face suddenly surged with anger!
Before he could speak.
Luo Xuan said coldly to him again: "Since you talk in official terms all the time, it seems that you are a very capable person? Come on, will you help me solve this matter this time?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, his arrogance suddenly dimmed: Damn it, if I had that ability, would I still be hesitant here because of the price difference of 1 dime and 2 cents per foot?
"If you don't have the ability, just do it quietly."
Luo Xuan dropped this sentence.
Then he turned to the two salesmen and said: "Please, please take me to your office. It seems that this matter can only be solved by your leader."
The two salesmen were helpless.
There was no choice but to leave one person to guard the counter. Another salesperson got out from under the baffle of the counter and walked to the back of the store with Luo Xuan without saying a word.
Exited the back door of the store.
Luo Xuan and the salesperson went up the stairs one after another and walked to the office on the second floor.
The salesperson used to call the person in charge of the office 'Shaodongjia'.
But now, you must never call it that way.
So the salesperson said: "Manager, this little comrade came without a cloth ticket..."
After the salesperson hesitated, he explained the cause and effect of the matter to the young man who looked to be in his early thirties sitting behind the office.
The young man raised his head and glanced at Luo Xuan, then waved his hand at the salesperson, "Comrade Zhao Yuanchao, you go down and do some work first. Leave this matter to me."
While the salesperson was talking to the young man, Luo Xuan casually looked around the office.
I saw that this was a room decorated in an old-fashioned style: a solid wood wall skirt as tall as one person, which looked very simple and elegant.
And on one side of the office.
There is an antique screen placed there.
Behind the screen, someone seemed to be staring at me vaguely.
But because the gap in the screen was too small, Luo Xuan couldn't see the other person clearly.
"Comrade, please sit down."
When the salesperson left the door, the young man sitting behind the desk stood up with a half-hunched waist and made a "please" gesture to Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan was not polite at the moment and sat down on the leather chair in front of the desk.
After greeting Luo Xuan, the young man sat back in his tall boss chair.
I just heard him ask: "Little brother, can you tell me your intention of doing this?"
Luo Xuan replied honestly: "Now that I have some money, I want to buy clothes for my sister and myself.
But the cloth tickets I had on me were far from enough, so I came up with this last resort.
I hope the leader can understand me. I am a child with a yellow lotus in my mouth and soaked in bitter water..."
"Pfft——"
The young man couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment. The bitter coffee he just drank in his mouth 'pop' and he almost spit it out!
During this period, shouldn’t children all say that they are ‘stuck in a honeypot’?
Why is this kid in front of me just flopping in the bitter water with a yellow lotus in his mouth?
Isn’t this a smear campaign?
After Ji Cunxi lost his composure briefly, he quickly covered his mouth, reached out and pulled out a white silk scarf from his left chest shirt pocket.
He gently wiped the corners of his mouth.
Take a breather.
I just heard him say with a smile, "Oh... I forgot to introduce you, my surname is Ji, Ji Cunxi. I am the person in charge of this shop. Little brother, what is your surname?"
"Neither expensive nor cheap; the surname is Luo or Luo Xuan."
Luo Xuan replied seriously: "Boss, I didn't come to your store to look for trouble, just because I really..."
Ji Cunxi waved her hand, indicating to Luo Xuan not to say anything else, "Aren't you afraid that the store will send you to the office if you do this?"
"The office cannot directly intervene in civil economic disputes. They only have the right to mediate. Moreover, I just 'accidentally lost' the ticket. This is not illegal, right?"
Luo Xuan spread his hands: "Leader, I have to tell you something: I am a poor peasant, the kind that has been passed down from my ancestors for two and a half generations."
When Ji Cunxi heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: What a guy!
In your words, are you reminding me that I, Ji Cunxi, am a ‘capitalist’?
Shaking his head, Ji Cunxi put aside the sour feeling in his heart and asked: "Then how can you prove that you really lost the cloth ticket?"
Luo Xuan laughed and said: "But leader, how can you prove that I didn't really lose the cloth tickets?"
Ji Cunxi also smiled and said: "You can go and investigate in the office to find out whether you have so many cloth tickets and where they come from."
Luo Xuan took out the certificate issued by the purchasing station for himself and pushed it to the other party: "I have a legal income certificate."
"But this can only prove the source of your money, not your receipt..."
When Ji Cunxi said this, he suddenly stopped talking.
Because both he and Luo Xuan knew that there was a place similar to the "Frog Market".
And people in the entire county, the entire region, and even the entire province are aware of the existence of this market.
If we continue to struggle with this issue, it will involve too many aspects!
Even if the office went to investigate, as long as they saw that this person had money, they would be able to guess where the bills on Luo Xuan's body came from.
But if you see through it without exposing it, everyone will still be able to do something about it in the future.
Otherwise, once the pot is broken, life will be difficult for no one. The people in the house, including their relatives and friends, also have to live, right?
Ji Cunxi realized that it would be meaningless to continue to argue with Luo Xuan on this issue.
So Ji Cunxi glanced at Luo Xuan meaningfully and said, "Okay. You...little brother Luo Xuan, right?"
Ji Cunxi stood up and stretched out her hand to Luo Xuan, "Go down and get the fabric. I will notify the counter team leader in the store to pick up the goods for you. As for the cloth tickets, I will marry you, my little brother."
It's a fate, so you don't have to worry about the bill."
Luo Xuan wiped his hands on his clothes, then reached out and gently shook Ji Cunxi's hand, then turned to go to the store to get some fabric.
Just as he reached the door, Luo Xuan suddenly stopped.
Then he asked without looking back, "I would like to ask Mr. Ji, where can I buy some more 'special' things?"
Before Ji Cunxi could answer, she heard a voice coming from behind the screen: "If you are a rough guy, go to Jian Trash, if you are a softie, go to Quan Mouse."
Luo Xuan nodded: "Thank you."
After saying that, he went straight downstairs.
Seeing Luo Xuan's back disappearing at the top of the stairs, Ji Cunxi pulled a string hidden behind the curtain.
Then in the office, a very secret side door was quietly pushed open.
A middle-aged man who looked very smart and capable appeared in front of Ji Cunxi's desk quietly.
Ji Cunxi whispered a few instructions to him. The middle-aged man nodded and then disappeared through the side door.
During the whole process, the middle-aged man didn't even say a word!
A century-old store like [Jinxiu Dongsheng] has a certain degree of operating freedom even under the background of a planned economy.
Not to mention public-private joint venture stores, including state-owned stores.
In a piece of fabric, there are all kinds of losses due to shrinkage, weaving defects, printing and dyeing process problems, and the rags left after being sold at the end.
Therefore, every store is allowed to have a certain proportion of the quantity difference between cloth and cloth tickets.
[Jinxiu Dongsheng] store, the prescribed loss of a piece of cloth is very small, but it can't support the large amount of it!
not to mention.
Besides ‘plan’, there is another word called ‘adjustment’.
No matter how perfect the plan is, unexpected things will happen.
Therefore, some of the "adjusted goods" are not included in the "plan".
Therefore, let alone Luo Xuan's small amount of fabric, even if it were a whole roll of fabric, the person in charge of the Dongsheng store could even out the debt if he wanted to.
Luo Xuan was sure of this, so he dared to come to the office to gamble.
When Luo Xuanyi entered the office, he saw Ji Cunxi who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, hair oil on her head, and her hair was combed into a straight mess.
Luo Xuan knew in his heart: This was a golden pheasant that had lost its feathers, and his life must not be easy now!
At least he can't be arrogant in front of poor peasants like us...
And when Luo Xuan saw that there was always a gentle and elegant atmosphere in Ji Cunxi's words and deeds, he knew that the person in charge in front of him was not the kind of person who was born into a nouveau riche.
——This is a purebred, hybrid fake foreign devil.
I guess he is quite civilized and polite...
Um,
At least, he had to hold it.
so.
When Luo Xuan was talking to him, he started to use "civilized words" for the first time, and he just didn't say "Hello"!
For a person like Ji Cunxi, Luo Xuan dared to conclude that he belonged to the kind of person who was very knowledgeable and well-educated.
Moreover, the other party has been doing big business for so many years. What kind of rich and poor people have Ji Cunxi never met or seen?
If I pretend to be pitiful in front of him...
Top big,
In the end, Ji Cunxi considered that he was a poor peasant and someone he could not afford to offend, so he waved his hand and stopped pursuing the loss of the cut fabric.
In the end, Ji Cunxi will definitely treat herself like a fart... and let it go quietly.
But I am here to buy cloth, not to be fooled...
Luo Xuan understood this clearly.
As for the last thing I asked him about, Luo Xuan estimated that before liberation, the Ji Cunxi family, who was able to get along like a fish in water, was the official official in most aspects of the county, and the leaders knew better.
But when it comes to those things that are hidden behind the scenes and cannot be brought to the fore, people from aristocratic families like Ji Cunxi are the real experts!
