A warehouse of a department store in Xuhui District.
The Commercial Bureau still gave Zhang Hongcheng face. Deputy Section Chief Liu, who called himself Lao Liu, personally led him to the warehouse where the vegetable baskets were stored.
A department store manager sneered and kicked a basket at his feet.
"Take a look at them all. We would never dare put baskets like these on the shelf."
It was not until he saw the real thing that Zhang Hongcheng realized that what Shi Wenxin had said was too euphemistic.
This basket has excellent water control capabilities, the holes are quite large, and it is very solid to hold.
Any smaller chicken egg will fall out, and the same will happen if you use a duck egg instead.
People carry this basket when buying vegetables?
If you can have half a pound left when you get home after buying two pounds of vegetables, it’s all thanks to the Bodhisattva.
Zhang Hongcheng and Deputy Section Chief Liu both shook their heads after seeing this.
Deputy Section Chief Liu even joked, "This gap is a bit too big. It seems we can't help you with this."
Zhang Hongcheng also shook his head.
"If I had known this was the case, I shouldn't have accepted their favor. This thing is really not something anyone would look down upon."
The department store executives seemed relieved.
"When we first put it into storage, we had a commotion internally. Who would dare to accept it? We could only return it to them, and they can give it to whoever they want."
Zhang Hongcheng looked around the huge warehouse and found many clay pots piled up not far away.
The department store manager followed his gaze and immediately gave a wry smile.
"It's not that we don't sympathize with their brother unit. You two have seen this pile of clay pots, there are more than 20,000 of them, and they have been sitting in the warehouse for over a year and have not been disposed of."
Deputy Section Chief Liu walked forward curiously, picked up a clay basin and knocked on it with his fingers.
"Hey, the quality seems pretty good?"
He looked at a few more and found that the sizes of the clay pots were somewhat inconsistent, obviously because they were not carefully made.
"These are flower pots sent from a manufacturer in another city," the department store representative said, picking up two and showing them to the two men. "Can you tell what they are?"
“They didn’t even leave any weep holes!”
"They knew that Shanghai people love to grow flowers and that these things sell well. They were very persistent in trying to get the plan taken away from them, but ended up sending us a bunch of unsaleable waste."
"For these useless clay pots, our entire company has suffered countless losses. Who would dare to continue to do favors for those bamboo baskets?"
Deputy Section Chief Liu shook his head.
This clay pot is great for feeding chickens in the countryside, but unfortunately...
Zhang Hongcheng squatted down and played with the clay pot for a while, then suddenly looked up and asked the department store manager.
"How much do you sell this clay pot for now?"
The cadre laughed.
"Director Xiao Zhang, if you want it, take it yourself. A hundred or so are insignificant. What's the big deal?"
Zhang Hongcheng pointed carefully at the clay pots of different sizes.
"If the price is right, I'll try to find a buyer for you. Of course, I'm just trying, I can't guarantee it will work."
The department store manager's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Everyone says Director Zhang is a kind and righteous man. Today I've finally seen it for myself!"
How can you not be righteous?
He helped the bamboo weaving factory find a way, and also suddenly decided to find a buyer for his batch of waste clay pots.
Good person!
"I won't mention the planned price, but we're currently selling them for 1.5 cents each."
"Director Xiao Zhang, if the unit you contacted can really accept it, let them take it at 1.3 cents each."
Zhang Hongcheng seemed to hesitate for a moment.
"If I ask someone to collect them all..."
"One cent apiece, I'm so thankful!"
Zhang Hongcheng clapped his hands and stood up.
Well, he has a rough idea of this month's income.
After returning to the guesthouse, Zhang Hongcheng took out the fat man's reply and pondered it for a long time, then called Section Chief Dong of the Corps' Coal Department.
"Chief Dong, Happy New Year!"
"Headmaster Xiao Zhang, hahahaha, happy Chinese New Year, happy Chinese New Year..."
Dong Lianbo remembered that Zhang Hongcheng had helped him to get revenge. The news that the man and woman had helped him drink all the people from Baoshan Machinery into the hospital made him happy for half a year.
"Chief Dong, do you have any acquaintances at the coal station in Shanghai?"
When he heard that the guesthouse's woodworking workshop wanted to sell some handicrafts at the Shanghai Coal Station, Section Chief Dong immediately agreed to do it.
The coal station in Shanghai may not give face to other units, but it cannot give face to the coal department of the Corps.
Old Dong was efficient and decisive in his work, and the letter of introduction from the Corps Coal Mine Department and his connections at the Shanghai Coal Station helped him get it done quickly.
Only then did Zhang Hongcheng dial the phone number of Hangzhou Chunfeng Bamboo Weaving Factory.
"Xiao Shi, the gaps in the bamboo baskets at your factory are too big."
"Yeah, it's a little tricky."
"Alright, since you're a fellow student of Miaohong, I'll find someone else to try."
"By the way, what's the lowest price you can give me for this basket?"
......
"Uncle Lei, Uncle Lei, wait a moment!"
Chen Shuang quickly caught up with the old man who was collecting garbage on the street.
The old man glanced at Chen Shuang's empty hands.
"I thought you were going to throw away the trash, what's going on?"
"Of course it's a good thing."
Chen Shuang lowered his voice.
"How many pieces of unwanted coal ash (burned honeycomb briquettes) can you collect in a day?"
"What for? To set off firecrackers? Xiaoshuang, you are already an adult..."
"What are you talking about? I have some news to tell you, so please don't tell anyone."
......
"Is this true? Ten pounds of coal ash for one cent!"
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