What does Zhang Hongcheng want to do?
When the slag truck started to run away and "broke down without permission", the news quickly reached the ears of Tang Jianan and Huang Jianmin.
The same thought came to their mind at the same time: What on earth does Xiao Zhang want to do?
They are used to the operation of large enterprises and look down on the small mass market.
Just because these two look down on it doesn’t mean others look down on it.
Lao Deng is an old employee who retired last year. These days, he has been worriedly following a few old friends to the trade union every day.
They couldn't understand the gap between the provincial and municipal management.
However, he still participated in the activities of the Internal Economic Revitalization Office of the Mining Bureau today.
After all, there were four dollars to be had, which was enough for him to smoke good cigarettes for a while.
He was in charge of selling the canteen's dried tofu at storefront 102, and he worked with an old friend.
He originally thought that he could sell more than ten kilograms of dried tofu in one day, out of two large bags.
But the fact is that the two large bags of dried tofu only lasted until noon.
After returning home, Lao Deng kept smoking and didn't pay any attention to his wife's reminder that he should continue to go to the union to make trouble tomorrow.
"Honey," Old Deng suddenly interrupted his wife's chatter, "What do you think if I go along with the bureau's arrangements?"
His wife was stunned and immediately went to look for the sole of his shoe.
"Just listen to what I have to say."
Old Deng hurriedly stopped his wife.
"I sold dried tofu with Lao Zhang today, and we sold out in just half a day."
"The Internal Economic Revitalization Office showed us the purchase price of dried tofu before. This way, we made over 60 yuan for free."
"According to them, there are about eight major gatherings a month..."
The sole of the shoe in Lao Deng’s wife’s hand fell to the ground.
"That's almost five hundred!"
Old Deng unbuttoned his collar in a somewhat heated manner.
"The small shop in the market is only rented to us internal employees, 20 yuan a month. If I also sell other things, I can make a net profit of 700 yuan a month!"
"But I've read their charter, and it says they give priority to renting to retired employees who remain at the Mining Bureau..."
Lao Deng’s wife was stunned for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice.
"But will there be a scene like today again next time?"
Old Deng hesitated for a moment, then stood up quickly.
"Wait at home. I'll ask a few people to meet Director Tang."
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