Manager Gao stood up somewhat guiltily: "Well, since that's the case, it's understandable. Come with me for a moment, I have something to tell you."
Although Manager Gao knew he had wronged Huang Qinqin, as Huang Qinqin's superior, it was impossible for him to apologize to her.
The only way to change the subject is to talk about something serious, giving myself a way out.
As for Huang Qinqin, she wasn't so naive as to expect Manager Gao to apologize to her. She was already quite content as long as Manager Gao didn't dwell on the matter.
"Manager Gao, is this Mr. George? Has anything changed over there?"
When Huang Qinqin saw Manager Gao there, the only thing she could think of was that George had changed his mind.
I just don't know whether they're adding or reducing orders.
Getting down to business, Manager Gao no longer cared about the little incident earlier. He happily said, "Yes! Mr. George just called and said he wants to place another order!"
"This batch of goods does not need to be repackaged for the time being, but he has one requirement: we need to ship the goods within three days after he makes the payment."
Huang Qinqin was initially pleased to hear that George had placed an order, but upon realizing how tight the deadline was, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Manager Gao, when will Mr. George make payment? Also, how much of this expedited order does he need?"
Huang Qinqin hoped that Manager Gao's answer would be that George would not remit the money for at least a week, so that she would have more time.
"The remittance will be made no later than tomorrow. He ordered 5,000 bottles this time, plus the 500 bottles that were given as a gift, so we need to prepare 5,500 bottles."
Boom!
Huang Qinqin felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
The remittance will be made by tomorrow at the latest, which means Huangjia Village needs to pack 5,500 bottles of pickled vegetables within three days?!
Huang Qinqin stretched out her hand to Manager Gao and said, "Manager Gao, let me sort this out first."
Huang Qinqin's brain started working at lightning speed. She felt that this request was a bit too much to ask, and besides, Huangjia Village might not even have that many pickled vegetables.
"Manager Gao, isn't this request a bit too much to ask? Besides, 5,500 bottles is too much."
"The demand from the department store is also quite high, and Huangjiacun may not necessarily have that much stock available."
Manager Gao knew this request was a bit excessive, so he asked his superiors for a guarantee. As for the department store's goods...
"It's alright. Take me to the village chief and the others. I'll tell them some information. Don't even mention five thousand bottles, they can produce ten thousand bottles."
"As for the lack of stock, if there really isn't enough, we can stop the stock at the department store for now. Everything will be based on Mr. George's orders."
"Qinqin, you need to understand that although Mr. George signed a contract with the department store, these profits don't just go to the department store."
"The higher-ups are keeping a close eye on things, so we can't let them down. Besides, we have to be proactive in making money from foreigners!"
Since Manager Gao had already said that, what else could Huang Qinqin say? She could only take him with her to find the village chief and the others.
......
Why isn't Village Chief Huang at the pickled vegetable workshop today? Because he's in the brigade office, complaining to the brigade secretary.
"Secretary, you be the judge!"
Village Chief Huang looked at the brigade secretary with a worried expression, crying and complaining with snot and tears streaming down his face: "They've gone too far."
"Ever since they said last month that they were willing to buy vegetables from other villages in the brigade, they have been bringing a huge pile of vegetables over every day."
“Even after we told them that we had enough and didn’t need any more, they still brought over huge quantities every day, saying that since they had already picked them, the vegetables would rot if we didn’t take them, and that this was the last time.”
"Then it was the last time in over half a month! We don't even have enough pickle jars left!"
Hearing this, the other village chiefs, who were initially quite guilty, weakly said, "But later, didn't we lend your village a lot of pickle jars for free..."
Bang!
Upon hearing this, Village Chief Huang became even angrier, slamming his hand on the table so hard that it shook the Party Secretary's cup.
"How dare you say that?!"
"Yes, your villages sent us a total of eighty or ninety pickle jars."
Upon hearing this, the brigade secretary chuckled and smoothed things over, saying, "Isn't this great? Everyone helps each other, and this perfectly solves your problem."
"Solve my ass!"
Village Chief Huang spoke with great enthusiasm: "After they delivered the pickle jars, they used the excuse that since we already had pickle jars, they could deliver large quantities of vegetables to us!"
"Now the whole Huangjia Village smells of pickled vegetables. I'm not kidding, there are at least 10,000 jin of pickled vegetables in Huangjia Village now."
"The department store only needs two to three thousand bottles of pickled vegetables a month at most, while this place only needs a little over a thousand kilograms."
"What are you going to do with the leftover pickled vegetables? Are you going to buy them? Huh?!"
What angered Village Chief Huang the most was that the actions of other villages had caused all the money they had earned in the early stages of their pickled vegetable workshop to be used up.
The grain distribution will be in a few days, and the pickled vegetable workshop only has a few yuan left in its accounts. How can it distribute the money to the villagers?
If the villagers knew that they had worked so hard for the past few months, but the pickled vegetable workshop hadn't given them any dividends, they would go on strike in no time!
The brigade secretary was shocked when he heard the number: "So many?"
"What else did you think? Secretary, it's not that I don't want to help other villages, but they really went too far."
"They're treating Huangjia Village like a sucker now, they're practically forcing them to buy and sell!"
"The pickled vegetable workshop has no money left in its accounts. How am I supposed to explain this to the villagers?"
The brigade secretary glared fiercely at the other village chiefs; he truly had no idea they could be so ruthless.
Knowing he was in the wrong, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and apologize to Village Chief Huang: "Old Huang, please calm down. I really didn't know they were going so far as to go to such lengths."
"Because they told me that they would only send a few dozen kilograms to me every day, I didn't pay any attention to them. Who knew they were lying to me."
“If I had known they were going this far, I definitely wouldn’t have let them do what they wanted. You know me, I could never do that.”
Then he yelled at the other village chiefs, "You're all being ridiculous! You even lied to me!"
The other villagers lowered their heads and mumbled explanations, "No, we didn't lie to you."
"It is indeed dozens of kilograms per day, but not just from one village, but from each person..."
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