Zhang Hongcheng returned to the office humming a little tune.
The phone on the table was ringing non-stop.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, Minister!"
"I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Oh, why did you send me another 10,000 yuan? I'm embarrassed to show off that little money to you..."
"Let me show off? Fine, I'll admit a mistake first... I insisted on buying that porcelain we marked up tenfold!"
"No, if we don't allow them to buy, the merchants won't talk to the comrades at the foreign trade company properly... I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, go find out for yourself."
"They are the ones who help to issue the invoices. How dare we?"
"...It's not much. The gross profit is only 135 yuan per set. It's not worth taking such a big risk, right?"
"I think they're going to order 2,000 or 3,000 sets. Eh? Minister, you can't be the first to make a mistake. This is just sugarcoating!"
"The factory is worried too. They want to secretly loan me the old workers and the old kilns that produce this. How dare I accept them?"
"Collect!? Boss, money is a small matter. We can't afford to make mistakes..."
"You're going to fire me if I keep nagging? Well, I'll obey your instructions, but there's an issue I need to resolve with those two veteran comrades...retirement...section officer benefits..."
After finishing the call, Zhang Hongcheng stretched out the window again.
I was forced to do this, you really can't blame me.
"Bao Zhihui!"
"Ah, Chief, what's going on?"
"Take a few people and clean up the single room on the east side of the first floor. The grandson of our new master craftsman is getting married here. Let everyone prepare the wedding candy!"
"Okay!"
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