"Old Director, I..." Qian Youliang was about to complain.

"Qian Youliang, has your Director Wang retired? Or have you become the director of the supply and marketing cooperative? My Tianyu is sick, and you insist on making him go to work at night. Are you trying to drive him to his death or something?" Zhao Qingshan said sternly, his voice carrying an air of authority.

"No, I just wanted to ask Deputy Director Zhao for a favor. I'm not feeling well," Qian Youliang said nervously and short of breath.

"Tianyu is sick, I can't help him, go find someone else." Zhao Qingshan pointed to the door, signaling Qian Youliang to leave quickly.

With money and grain at their disposal, they had no choice but to slink away.

After Qian Youliang left, Zhao Qingshan became increasingly angry.

“Pearl! This matter cannot be left like this. I will go find Wang Qingquan.” Zhao Qingshan stood up and said.

"Dad, are you planning to tell Director Wang about the missing fabric in the warehouse?" Zhao Zhenzhu frowned.

“Yes. If there really is a problem, Wang Qingquan can patch this hole as soon as possible.” Zhao Qingshan nodded.

“Dad, I think you should go talk to Uncle Tao. If Uncle Tao agrees, then you can remind Director Wang,” Zhao Zhenzhu suggested.

Tao Jiadong returned alone this afternoon. Aunt Tao and Wang Jing are still in Beijing.

To get from the station to Tao's house, you need to pass by Zhao Qingshan's house.

Tao Jiadong gave Zhao Qingshan a pastry that he had specially brought back from Beijing, and also told Zhao Qingshan that he would come to the Zhao family for dinner the next evening.

Tao Jiadong is the Party Secretary of Taohua Town.

The supply and marketing cooperative was also under Tao Jiadong's jurisdiction.

The supply and marketing cooperative's warehouse is short of fabric, and Director Wang, as its direct supervisor, must be held responsible.

Moreover, Zhao Zhenzhu and the others had no way of knowing whether Director Wang was involved; it was all just speculation.

Director Wang is a smooth and cunning man; in reality, he's a fence-sitter.

Otherwise, in his previous life, Director Wang wouldn't have agreed to Zhao Qingshan's request not to report the incident to the police as long as Zhao Tianyu made up for the losses.

The next day, Director Wang, unable to withstand Hu Yong's pressure, reported the incident to the police. He hadn't even consulted Zhao Qingshan before doing so.

Is it worth Zhao Qingshan specifically reminding such a person?

If Director Wang is the mastermind behind the disappearance of the fabric from the warehouse, Zhao Qingshan's warning would alert him.

It would be better to leave this matter to Tao Jiadong to handle.

Those who should be arrested should be arrested, and those who should be punished should be punished. Director Wang should bear the responsibility that is his responsibility.

This is also a form of fairness.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Zhao Qingshan agreed.

Zhao Qingshan was not a stubborn person. Seeing that Zhao Zhenzhu's words made sense, Zhao Qingshan would definitely do as she said.

As Qian Youliang walked out of the Zhao family's gate, he couldn't help but spit at his feet.

Today was truly an inauspicious start.

Zhao Tianyu seemed perfectly fine in the afternoon, but he suddenly fell ill in the evening.

what to do?

Should we ask Hu Yong to return the fabric? Or should we ask him to settle the payment for the fabric as soon as possible?

In three days, the warehouse will begin its month-end accounting. If we don't see the goods or the money by then, he'll be held responsible, even if he has the money to pay the grain.

Thinking of this, Qian Youliang turned around and headed towards Hu Yong's house.

Working the night shift at the warehouse is a very easy job.

When it's Qian Youliang's turn to be on duty, from 7 pm to 10 pm, he locks the warehouse door and wanders around by himself.

Around 10 p.m., Qian Youliang would find a random place in the warehouse to sleep until the next morning, when the personnel department would come to record his attendance, and then he could go home.

Let's rewind to 3 p.m. today.

After returning from the county town, Hu Yong carried a large bag of hair ties to find Liang Xiaohe.

As soon as he entered, Hu Yong threw the bag at Liang Xiaohe's feet.

"Brother Yong, why didn't you sell any?" Liang Xiaohe was a little confused when she saw the bag full of hair ties.

"Sixty cents each, are you selling them or not?" Hu Yongqi said excitedly.

Liang Xiaohe's hair tie business gave Hu Yong a profit share of 150 yuan for the first three days.

Hu Yong thought this business was profitable, so he asked Liang Xiaohe to provide the money. He personally persuaded Qian Youliang to secretly take out the cloth from the warehouse to make hair ties for Liang Xiaohe.

After Hu Yong got the fabric, Liang Xiaohe was overjoyed and found more than twenty women to help make hair ties.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of hair ties were made.

Liang Xiaohe originally thought that the small vendors who wanted to pick up the goods would come to her door soon, but in the past few days, she hasn't seen them at all.

At Liang Xiaohe's request, Hu Yong took a large bag of hair ties to the county town this morning to deliver them to her door.

As a result, the small vendors all said that Hu Yong's hair ties were too expensive.

Two cents each was the price a few days ago, but now they're asking for fifteen cents each.

Hu Yong had heard Liang Xiaohe say that their hair ties cost 15 cents to make, and if they sold them for 15 cents, how could they possibly make any profit?

Making money isn't that easy. How could he have been so foolish that day and let Liang Xiaohe trick him?

Hu Yong returned, brimming with energy, wearing a hair tie. This time, he paid 1.2 yuan for the round-trip fare.

Liang Xiaohe was dumbfounded after hearing what Hu Yong said.

Last time those small vendors came to pick up their goods, they kept saying that her hair ties were reasonably priced at two cents each. How come they're demanding a price reduction after only a few days? And such a drastic reduction at that?

"Liang Xiaohe, look at how much cloth we still have that hasn't been touched. We'll pay you back and we'll get the grain. This business isn't very profitable, let's quit," Hu Yong said.

"That's all, they've all been laid off," Liang Xiaohe said with a mournful face.

Liang Xiaohe's cloth was a single piece.

She was worried that if the workers received a whole piece of fabric, they would keep it and make hair ties out of old clothes or bed sheets. So, she simply had the fabric cut into palm-width strips before distributing them to the workers.

Therefore, Liang Xiaohe has tens of thousands of finished products, and even more "scraps of cloth" that have not yet been made into finished products.

Even if these small pieces of cloth were returned to Qian Youliang, he wouldn't want them!

"Lay off everyone? Are you out of your mind? So many hair ties and nobody wants them. Qian Youliang's side will be doing an accounting in a couple of days. What are we going to give them?" Hu Yongqi's face was ashen.

Hu Yong roughly calculated that the cloth Qian Youliang had was worth more than eight thousand yuan.

Hu Yong only had about nine hundred yuan in his hand.

Liang Xiaohe had even less, only a little over a hundred.

Even if all this money were given to Qian Youliang, it would still be far from enough!

"Brother Yong, I didn't know the price of hair ties had dropped so quickly! I originally thought that if we made all this fabric, we could make a big profit," Liang Xiaohe said with a bitter face.

"Do you think what you think is right is right? What are we going to do now? We have no cloth, no money, no money," Hu Yong said anxiously.

Hu Yong wondered if he had lost his mind back then, how could he have thought Liang Xiaohe was better than Shen Yuejiao?

Liang Xiaohe is only slightly prettier than Shen Yuejiao; in every other way, she is inferior to Shen Yuejiao.

Shen Yuejiao can help him in his career, but Liang Xiaohe only knows how to hold him back.