Fang Hui pulled Fang Huai and Xu Weimin back a few steps and whispered, "What if they have a grudge against Xu Weimin?"
"Let's not reveal our identities yet, Ah Huai. Do you have your military ID with you?"
Fang Huai nodded: "Yes, I brought it."
Fang Huai usually carries important documents with him at all times because they often encounter unexpected situations.
You never know when you might suddenly have to go on a mission, so it's more convenient to carry your identification with you at all times.
"Okay, show them your ID in a bit. I don't think they'll be that wary of soldiers."
Xu Weiguo agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, if Xu Weimin really did something bad to them, I can't expose my identity!"
After discussing it, the group unanimously agreed to the plan.
Fang Huai walked slightly closer to Wang Zhenguo and the others, then put his hand into his pocket.
Seeing Fang Huai's actions, Wang Zhenguo and his men became even more wary.
The group of people all took a few steps back, afraid that he would pull something out of his pocket and hurt them.
After Fang Huai took out his documents, he looked at the villagers who were suddenly a few meters away from him and felt a little confused.
Wang Zhenguo saw that Fang Huai simply took out a piece of paper and then casually took a few steps forward.
When Fang Huai saw him coming over, he silently handed him his identification: "We're not bad people, we're here to investigate. Here's my military ID."
soldier?
When Fang Huai said he was a soldier, the other villagers' eyes became noticeably more friendly.
Wang Zhenguo also carefully took the document, looked at the photo and other information on it.
After confirming that everything was correct, they returned the documents to Fang Huai and gave him their first smile since they arrived: "Sorry, we've learned our lesson before, so we're being more cautious."
Then he looked at Fang Hui and Xu Weiguo: "May I ask how these two are addressed? I apologize for my rudeness earlier."
"My name is Fang Hui, and I am his older brother."
My name is…
Just as Xu Weiguo was about to introduce himself, he remembered Xu Weimin. It was easy to associate his name with him.
After thinking for a moment, he still didn't give his name, but said, "My name is Xu Junhui, you can just call me Lao Xu. Hehe."
Fang Hui and Fang Huai almost lost control of their expressions. It wouldn't be wrong for Xu Weiguo to use a pseudonym, but why did he use his son's name?
This is truly a case of the father becoming the 'son'.
Wang Zhenguo, unaware of the situation, happily shook hands with each of them: "Hello, Comrade Fang Huai, Comrade Fang Hui, Comrade Xu Junhui. Welcome! I am the village head of Wangjia Village. Shall we go inside and chat?"
The Fang brothers thought through all the sad things in their lives before they managed to suppress their smiles: "Alright, alright, Village Chief Wang, let's go in and talk."
Xu Weiguo forced a smile and said, "Hello, Village Chief Wang. You can just call us Old Xu or Comrade Xu, haha."
"Alright, Comrade Fang and Comrade Xu, let's go."
...
After returning to the department store, Huang Qinqin prepared the other documents before the people from Huangjia Village arrived, so they wouldn't have to wait so long.
After preparing all the documents, Huang Qinqin felt conflicted, wondering whether she should tell Manager Gao in advance that the variety of pickled vegetables available might not be as complete as expected.
I'm afraid that if I speak up, Manager Gao will simply postpone the time it will be put on the shelves for sale.
If I don't tell her, it doesn't feel right. I'm afraid that if Manager Gao finds out later, it will give her a bad impression.
After much deliberation, Huang Qinqin finally decided to speak up. "Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway, so the sooner the better!"
Huang Qinqin stood outside Manager Gao's office, silently encouraging herself: It's okay, Manager Gao is so understanding, he will definitely understand.
Knock knock knock
"Come in."
Huang Qinqin entered with a fawning and obedient smile: "Manager Gao, are you free now?"
This was the first time Manager Gao had seen Huang Qinqin with this expression. Did she want something from him?
"Since you've come all this way, whether you're free or not, just say what you need to say. If it's not urgent, we can talk about it another day."
"Something's come up, something's come up..."
Although she had already decided to talk to Manager Gao, Huang Qinqin still felt a little awkward at the last minute.
He swallowed hard, then mentally encouraged himself: "Manager Gao, it's like this. There's a very, very small problem with that pickled vegetable."
"I just wanted to come and let you know. But it definitely won't affect our cooperation with the village!"
Manager Gao leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed. "What went wrong? If you can't guarantee the taste will be the same as what you gave me, then there's no need to continue our cooperation."
He hadn't originally planned to sell pickled vegetables at the department store, but the few kinds of pickled vegetables Huang Qinqin gave him were indeed very tasty.
His wife and children love to eat it, and he was willing to give Huang Qinqin a chance so that he could buy it in the future.
After all, he couldn't ask Huang Qinqin for them every time, but this was all based on the premise that these pickled vegetables tasted very good.
Huang Qinqin immediately waved her hand and explained, "No! I guarantee the taste will be exactly the same as the ones I gave you!"
"Right now, we may not be able to supply sauerkraut, and we can only supply a small amount of pickled radishes."
Manager Gao asked, puzzled, "Why? Is it because we're short-staffed?"
"Hehe, it's not because we don't have enough manpower... it's because we need mustard greens to make pickled vegetables, and it's not the season for planting mustard greens right now."
"And although the radishes have been planted, it's not harvest season yet. There are some, but not many..."
After speaking, she looked at Manager Gao with a nervous expression and waited for his reply.
Manager Gao: ......
Manager Gao, in his arrogance, forgot that vegetable production is also seasonal, because he thought that pickled vegetables could be eaten all year round.
That means there's no seasonality issue; everyone's forgotten that pickled vegetables are also made from fresh vegetables.
"Alright, alright. I'm a reasonable person. In that case, let's prioritize the suppliers that can provide the goods."
Then he emphasized again: "But you must ensure the taste, you understand?"
"Otherwise, who would be willing to spend the money to buy pickled vegetables? Even if someone did buy them, it wouldn't be much."
"Let me make this clear from the start: if they can't guarantee the quality and quantity, even if we've cooperated once, the department store won't accept their goods again."
"Did you understand?"
Huang Qinqin nodded vigorously and solemnly stated, "Manager Gao, please rest assured, we will definitely guarantee the quality and quantity!"
The people of Huangjia Village aren't stupid; how could they possibly let themselves miss such a good opportunity?
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