The big stone in Feng Qisheng's heart finally fell.

"Su Zhizhi, wait here for a while. I'll ask the accountant to pay you." Feng Qisheng carefully put the money away and put it in his locked drawer.

"Okay." Su Miaomiao nodded.

Feng Qisheng left in a hurry with his big belly.

Although he failed to keep the 10,000 yuan, he signed the contract and the organization will definitely reward him well.

Maybe when the performance appraisal is held at the end of this year, he will be included in the list of advanced people. This is an honor that cannot be bought with money.

Feng Qisheng immediately straightened his big belly and walked with a breeze.

Huo Wentai, who was left in the office, looked at Su Miaomiao in a daze.

He even began to doubt whether he hadn't woken up this morning or was still dreaming.

"Director Feng just said how much he is willing to pay for the feed formula you gave them?" Huo Wentai murmured.

"Ten thousand yuan." Su Miaomiao opened her mouth.

Huo Wentai took a breath of cold air. It was really ten thousand yuan.

"It's money...has it suddenly become worthless?" Huo Wentai muttered to himself.

Su Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like this.

"Brother, you usually work in the army, so you don't know the ins and outs of doing business. For a feed factory like Director Feng's, ten thousand yuan is probably not enough for their profit for half a month."

However, the cooperation between Su Miaomiao and the feed factory was not a private transaction, and the ten thousand yuan was just a bonus given to her by the organization. Otherwise, if it was not based on the market price, even if there was an extra zero, there would be many people vying for it.

"Does this factory make so much money?" Huo Wentai was stunned.

"Business is very profitable." Su Miaomiao smiled.

Now the organization has not yet opened up to private affairs. Once it opens up later, a group of bigwigs will quickly emerge.

At that time, as long as you had a little courage, you could use a sack to carry money.

Su Miaomiao felt that she could also make some reasonable plans. After all, although money is not everything, it is absolutely impossible to live without money.

Whether the Huo family can return to Beijing is still unknown, but with money, they can live a good life anywhere.

About half an hour later.

Feng Qisheng came back again, followed by a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses.

"Su Zhizhi, this is the accountant of our factory." Feng Qisheng introduced to Su Miaomiao.

"Hello." Su Miaomiao stretched out her hand to the other party.

"Hello." The accountant shook hands again and again.

"Okay, hurry up and give Su Qizhi's bonus to her." Feng Qisheng said.

"Okay." The accountant responded quickly, opened the document in his hand, took out a check from it, and handed it to Su Miaomiao.

"Su Zhizhi, 10,000 yuan in cash is a bit too much. For safety reasons, we have issued you a check. With the check, you can withdraw it from any bank in any city."

Su Miaomiao looked at the check in her hand with some surprise: "This is a lot more convenient."

"Yes, if you have no problem with it, please sign here to indicate that the check has been handed to you." The accountant took out another document and handed it to Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao took a look and signed her name at the end.

"Okay, all the formalities have been completed. Thank you Su Miaozhi for your selfless dedication to our factory." The accountant bowed to Su Miaomiao with great gratitude.