Although Huang Qinqin had boasted to Manager Gao in the office that morning, she herself had no confidence at all.
She has a really bad idea in her mind right now: what if the oil mill in the east of the city won't let them in either? What will they do then?
No matter how capable she is, if she can't even get a meeting with him, then success is impossible.
Because she's been thinking about the oil press, Huang Qinqin can't concentrate on her meals. She's already eaten several mouthfuls of white rice without picking up any side dishes.
Seeing that Huang Qinqin was distracted while eating, Xu Junhui asked worriedly, "Honey, did you run into some problems at work? Tell us and see if we can help."
Upon hearing this, Huang Qinqin looked up and saw that everyone else was looking at her with some concern. She said in a low voice, "It's nothing serious."
"The department store has put me in charge of something that requires cooperation with the oil mill, but the First Oil Mill won't let us in at all."
"We were planning to go to that oil pressing factory in the east of the city this afternoon to ask, but I'm worried we won't be able to get in..."
Xu Junhui smiled and said, "Silly wife, is that all? Why don't you ask me for help? Have you forgotten what I do for a living?"
“The food factory needs to purchase a lot of oil every month. I am very familiar with the people at the two oil pressing factories in the city.”
Huang Qinqin raised her hand and slapped her forehead, muttering to herself: That's right, why can't she remember!
Overjoyed, he asked, "Do you know which oil mill's manager is easier to talk to?"
Xu Junhui thought for a moment and replied, "The manager of the oil press in the east of the city is the easiest to get along with. The oil press was actually owned by the manager's family, but it was later donated free of charge."
"However, in terms of scale, the First Oil Press is still the largest. If you need a large quantity, you should still consider them."
"I heard that the oil press in the east of the city has been producing very little oil in the last few months, I don't know what's wrong with it."
"If you want to see the leaders of the First Oil Press, I can go with you this afternoon."
Huang Qinqin nodded, but after listening, she felt that the Chengdong Oil Press Factory was more suitable.
"No need, we'll go directly to the east of the city this afternoon and see what they have to offer first. If things don't work out, we'll ask you for help again."
Seeing that they had finished their conversation, Zhang Yumei quickly said, "Alright, let's finish our business and eat quickly, otherwise the food will get cold and won't taste good."
"Uh-huh!"
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In the afternoon, they set off for the food factory again. The difference this time was that Manager Gao was with them. Because of the presence of a leader, everyone was rather quiet on the way.
Upon arriving at the food factory, everything went smoothly. After Factory Director Lu and Manager Gao signed the agreement, two copies were made.
Factory Director Lu: "Then it's settled. I'll have the finance department sign the purchase approval slip for the bamboo tubes later."
"Whenever it's convenient for you, come and pick up the permit. Once the bamboo cups arrive, we can start supplying you the very next day."
Manager Gao was only responsible for signing off; packaging was not his concern. He looked at Huang Qinqin, gesturing for her to answer Director Lu's question.
Huang Qinqin understood and stepped forward, smiling slightly, "Director Lu, I wonder if it would be a favor for you to hand over the purchase approval slip to Comrade Xu Junhui of your factory after it is signed later?"
Factory Director Lu thought Huang Qinqin would say she would come and pick it up herself later, but he didn't expect her to ask him to help deliver it to someone else.
But should it be handed over to Xu Junhui?
"Oh? That's no problem. But if I may ask, what is the relationship between Comrade Huang and Comrade Xu from our factory?"
Huang Qinqin answered generously, "He is my husband."
"Oh, no problem. We're all family, so we'll give the approval slip to Comrade Xu Junhui then."
After leaving the food factory, Manager Gao instructed, "Then you should go to the oil pressing plant first and finalize the cooperation with the oil pressing plant as soon as possible to avoid wasting too much time."
"I'll head back now."
"Okay, Manager Gao, take care~"
Only after watching Manager Gao leave did Fang Chuchu dare to speak. It wasn't that she was afraid of Manager Gao, but rather that Manager Gao was too familiar with her father.
Fang Chuchu was afraid that if she said something wrong, her parents would find out immediately.
Now that Manager Gao has left, Fang Chuchu immediately started chattering: "Qinqin, are we going to the oil press today? They wouldn't let us in yesterday, will we be able to today?"
"And why do we have to be responsible for purchasing and packaging? Shouldn't that be the food factory's responsibility?"
Huang Qinqin patiently explained, "Today we went to the oil pressing factory in the east of the city, not the one from yesterday."
"Because this packaging was specifically requested by the department store; everyone else uses regular packaging."
“If we don’t take charge of purchasing, the food factories won’t agree to help us package these products individually, because it’s too much trouble.”
"You know, the food factory's products are always in short supply. It's already quite an achievement that they agreed to allocate a batch of goods to the department store."
Fang Chuchu nodded, seemingly understanding, and didn't say anything more.
Looking at the 'oil pressing factory' in front of him, Huang Jianmin asked tremblingly, "Qinqin, are you sure this is the Chengdong Oil Pressing Factory?"
Huang Qinqin was quite certain because she had specifically asked Xu Junhui for the address before leaving the house.
But now, seeing what the 'oil pressing factory' looked like, she wondered if she had remembered it wrong?
Apart from the sign "Chengdong Oil Pressing Factory" hanging above the gate, there was nothing else about this oil pressing factory that made it look like a factory.
The building wasn't as large as other factories; it was just a slightly larger single-story structure, and the surrounding walls were already starting to crumble. At first glance, it looked a bit like a factory that was about to be abandoned.
However, since they were already there, they still stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, is this the East City Oil Press Factory?"
The gatekeeper was quite old and hard of hearing, so he shouted, "What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"
Huang Jianmin repeated himself, this time deliberately slowing down his speech and asking word by word: "Excuse me, is this the Chengdong Oil Press Factory?"
Based on Huang Jianmin's experience dealing with the older generation in the village, sometimes they couldn't hear him not only because his voice was soft, but also because he was speaking too fast.
The gatekeeper heard him this time and nodded, saying, "Yes, this is the East City Oil Press Factory. Who are you looking for?"
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