[Material 2]: So Zhang Hongcheng decided not to sell all his cotton - because as a poor county, H County's cotton production was not included in the annual plan from above.
They have the final say on who to sell to!
As expected, just after National Day, news came out that Beijing would not restrict cotton prices this year, and cotton mills across the country were suddenly panicked.
The new province immediately recalled its sales staff and even thought of various reasons to go back on its previous words.
"Good boy~!"
Minister Li's forehead was sweating.
"None of the more than 40 salesmen from the new province have returned. They were all forcibly retained by the local textile companies. They're all living bandits!"
"Xiao Zhang, you better take it easy. I heard that those buyers in Xin Province are almost going to war over the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period over the new Xinhai No. 5!"
"We have 20,000 acres of Xinhai No. 5 in our county! And it's not even in the plan~!"
Zhang Hongcheng didn't expect the situation to be so...beautiful.
Within a few days, the bulk cotton supply from the new province was divided up.
But the Agricultural Science Institute also "accidentally" sold Zhang Hongcheng's place.
20,000 mu of unplanned Xinhai No. 5 long-staple cotton!!!
From that day on, the phone on Zhang Hongcheng's desk never stopped ringing for even a second.
"Brother, you are being too polite,"
Zhang Hongcheng was not in his office at all. He was hiding in Chu Miaohong's office to answer the phone. He knew that the people who could find him here were all "people with connections", such as his seniors who graduated from Minzu University.
"Of course I have to take care of the cotton mill in your city, but brother, let me be honest. I am in a dilemma right now."
"Two hundred tons is no problem. I happen to have a quota ready to exchange for grain. Haha, brother, your place happens to be a major grain-producing market..."
"Also, could you please help me solve some work targets?"
"Nothing much, it's just that some of our key educated youth here are not really suited to the Northwest climate..."
"Fifty tons per quota, this is the price of friendship within Minzu University..."
......
Dujuan was smiling and crying at the same time, and she never stopped picking cotton.
Her emotions had never been as high as they were today. County Magistrate Zhang was truly amazing!
The cotton harvest has not yet been completed, but the remaining one hundred or so educated youth of the Cotton Reclamation Company have already received work quotas to return to the city!
She got a formal position in the business office of the city above her county. Not only her, but also her parents at home were so happy that they burst into tears on the other end of the phone.
The sun shines golden light on the white cotton field.
Amidst the laughter and cheers, the county magistrate's wife led the singing: "Our hometown is in the fields of hope~~~."
......
In 1985, H County was completely removed from the label of a poor county because its GDP accounted for 50% of the city's total.
It is harvest season again, and the train is speeding through the golden wheat fields.
Zhang Hongcheng held his daughter and looked tenderly at Chu Miaohong who was sitting opposite him holding her son.
Although the two have been married for many years, their relationship is still as warm as ever.
After finishing their term in H County, Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong were supposed to return to their ministries in Beijing, but they were transferred to a coastal city as deputy secretary and acting mayor respectively.
This offer was one that the couple could not refuse - because the Zhou and Chu families from overseas were preparing to invest heavily in that city.
When the train passed through Beijing, it happened to be another National Day.
Outside the window, there is still a brilliant red flag...
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