Zhang Hongcheng didn't go out for five days. He moved a bench and sat in the corridor on the third floor, looking in the direction of the cotton mill.
Director Qian had already sent the news a few days ago that this time it wasn't just one or two transformers that were broken.
Three transformers on their street and nearby streets were broken, and four or five were under repair.
The New Journey Cotton Mill not far away was even more unfortunate, as its transformer room was burned to the ground.
Zhang Hongcheng originally thought that he had waited in vain today and was about to move the bench back to the house when he suddenly saw several bicycles coming towards him at the end of the road at lightning speed.
The two bicycles in the lead belonged to Du Guodong, the second-in-command of the New Journey Cotton Mill, and Lao Qi, his office director.
A big smile appeared on Zhang Hongcheng's face, and he shouted to the second floor.
"Tu Hongbing, have you contacted the train car at the train station? We should set off tomorrow to ship the cotton cloth back to the Northeast!"
Tu Hongbing was completely confused.
When did the director tell me about this?
Did I forget what I heard?
"Well, Director, I might have forgotten. I'll go there this afternoon!"
"Don't go!"
A loud roar came from afar.
Du Guodong's bicycle twisted violently several times and hit the roadside telephone pole like a frightened sheep.
But he didn't care about the pain in his body at all, and raised his hand to greet Zhang Hongcheng on the third floor.
"Director Xiao Zhang, please don't start your luck!"
"Hey, Deputy Director Du?"
"Do you have something to ask me?"
"Yes, I came to see you. Something's going on! A big deal!"
Du Guodong sat on the bench for a long time before he caught his breath.
He had never ridden a bicycle as wildly as he did today in his life.
Fortunately, Xiao Zhang's cotton cloth has not been shipped yet, so there is still a chance to salvage everything.
"Xiao Zhang, please help me!"
"You saw the massive power outage. The shipment of cotton fabric our factory was about to deliver to a foreign company has been completely ruined."
"Our factory needs to buy back this batch of cotton cloth immediately!"
Zhang Hongcheng looked inexplicably shocked.
"No way!"
"That's fine with me, but this batch of cotton cloth..."
"What's the matter?"
Old Du held Zhang Hongcheng's hand tightly, and Zhang Hongcheng noticed that Du Guodong was extremely nervous at the moment.
"We have already made arrangements within our Corps for this batch of cotton cloth. It was transferred from our Huacheng Guesthouse to the Shanghai Guesthouse a few days ago."
"Hey, Xiao Zhang, aren't you also the director of the Shanghai Guest House? Isn't this going to be easy for you?"
Zhang Hongcheng looked embarrassed.
"Our leader went through a lot of trouble to find a backdoor for me, allowing me to sell this batch of cotton cloth to the Shanghai guesthouse at a slightly higher price, which just settled the accounts on both sides..."
Du Guodong understood what Zhang Hongcheng meant.
Someone was interceding for Zhang Hongcheng and using the method of transferring the blame from one hand to the other to cover up the mistake.
If their New Journey Cotton Mill demands redemption at the original price, then Zhang Hongcheng will be the one in trouble.
"Then how much of a premium did you transfer?"
"Probably around six... less than seven thousand..."
"Seven thousand then!"
Du Guodong couldn't care about anything else at this moment, he could only grit his teeth and finalize the matter immediately.
"That's so embarrassing..."
"No, please don't say that. It's us at the New Journey Cotton Mill who should be thanking you, Comrade Xiao Zhang!"
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