"Go check, is Xiao Zhang still here?"
Naturally, there was no sign of Zhang Hongcheng in the corridor.
He is now in the Corps Hospital, pretending to be someone from the Logistics Department to ask the nurse about Minister Liao's condition.
After a few bunches of White Rabbit cigarettes were delivered to him, several young trainee nurses started chatting and laughing with him.
He even asked one of the nurses to inform his "superior" Director Yuan about Minister Liao's condition, and the other party readily agreed.
Of course, it is true that Minister Liao woke up for a few minutes, and asking the nurse to say that Minister Liao mentioned Director Yuan's name was an excuse for Zhang Hongcheng to save face for his "superior".
"Hey, since the minister fell, morale in our office has been a bit low, so could you please give us a heads up?"
In an era without surveillance and mobile phone cameras, Zhang Hongcheng wrote and performed the play himself without any guilt.
In the afternoon, he came to the logistics department again, and Director Yuan, who had just returned from the hospital, was the first to meet him.
What he was betting on was that Director Yuan didn't dare to bet on whether Minister Liao could recover.
If he were Director Yuan, he would definitely send Zhang Hongcheng away immediately according to the new conditions agreed upon by the higher-ups.
Otherwise, if the situation continues to drag on, and if Minister Liao recovers, he will be blamed by many parties.
The girl named Xiao Jiang led Zhang Hongcheng to the warehouse.
The Lanzhou Construction Corps has several logistics warehouses, and the place they went to was not far away, just outside the city of Lanzhou.
Five lonely old warehouses.
When taking Zhang Hongcheng around the warehouse, Xiao Jiang blushed very much.
After all, they are young people of this era, and their awareness and morality still have a certain lower limit.
Looking at the junk in the warehouse, Xiao Jiang felt embarrassed.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't care. He carefully recorded the numbers and compensation prices reported by Xiao Jiang.
After walking around several piles of sacks that looked like small hills, Zhang Hongcheng finally saw something that caught his eye.
So many watermelons!!!
“This won’t work!”
Xiao Jiang hurriedly stopped him.
Who put the freshly harvested watermelons in this warehouse?
Zhang Hongcheng doesn't care about that.
"Director Yuan said I can choose whatever is in these warehouses?"
A great deal of quarreling followed.
This batch of watermelons had actually just been picked from the watermelon fields of the nearby Agricultural Construction Institute. The educated youth temporarily placed the watermelons here for transportation.
But Zhang Hongcheng refused to believe it, so Xiao Jiang had no choice but to call back.
Thinking of the possibility that Minister Liao would wake up, Director Yuan hesitated for a long time and finally gritted his teeth and asked Zhang Hongcheng to select four hundred.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't know whether it was reliable to transport watermelons by train.
But Minister Li's assistant thought it was very reliable.
If we can bring back 50 good watermelons out of 400, it will be a victory!
He is worrying about the dinner for the congress of representatives from all walks of life next month.
If I could come up with dozens of watermelons by then, I would be so proud.
(According to information, the cultivation of Heiken watermelon in Northeast China began in the 1980s.)
The watermelon was not big, had black seeds, and was not as sweet as later generations.
Zhang Hongcheng asked for a lot of empty sacks to fill the watermelons.
Director Yuan waved his hand and the sacks were available for anyone to take.
Gansu is a major sack-producing province. Hundreds of watermelons were given away, so a few broken sacks are nothing.
Zhang Hongcheng, feeling that this business trip was finally done, was finally in the mood to visit Lanzhou City.
Lanzhou did have mutton soup with steamed buns, but the taste was completely different from what he ate later in life.
But there is barbecue sold here, and the taste is not bad.
After a hearty meal, he returned to the guesthouse and lay down, when suddenly, an old envelope fell on his face.
Eh?
It’s not time to communicate yet, why is this fat guy sending a message in advance?
"Father, help! My wife is knocking on the door! Don't send the envelope yet, I think she's going to search me. Also: Mother, please give me a kidney-protecting prescription, help me~!"
hehe.
Zhang Hongcheng sneered.
Do you want me, your godfather, to ask Chu Miaohong for a prescription to protect her kidneys?
I guess I'll die even more miserably than you!
A moment later, Zhang Hongcheng suddenly sat up straight while holding the letter from the fat man.
The joy on his face could not be suppressed at all.
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