Zhang Hongcheng met Deputy Section Chief Yuan again in front of the tent where lunch was distributed at the coordination meeting.
Lunch is provided free of charge by the organizer and can be collected with an admission ticket. Each person receives two to three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and there is no limit on the pickles in the bowl next to it.
If this happened in later times, any cadre of a certain rank would have already gone to the hotel box arranged by the lower level.
But these days are very real.
Factory directors and cadres, both big and small, carrying briefcases, squatted in a row in the corner with steamed buns and porridge in their hands.
The pickled cabbage dumplings are delicious when chewed.
Representatives from those units who wanted to discuss business came up with their bowls in hand, and they could make things clear with just a few simple words.
That’s right, the dining corner is the formal negotiation venue for the coordination meeting.
Old Yuan hadn't finished eating the half piece of pickled cabbage in his hand because an old comrade kept pestering him.
The Shanghai steel mills were also assigned the task of attending the coordination meeting.
Zhang Hongcheng heard from him that the steel plant was preparing to add a batch of labor protection supplies and logistical welfare materials.
This old factory manager from a cannery in Xiaoxian County wanted Deputy Section Chief Yuan to order a batch of canned food from their factory.
How can a cannery be short of plans these days?
Zhang Hongcheng also found it strange.
The old factory director pestered Deputy Section Chief Yuan for a long time, but Deputy Section Chief Yuan refused to give in.
Just then, a group of people surrounded two men and walked by. When the old factory director saw the two men, his eyes lit up and he immediately left Deputy Section Chief Yuan and surrounded them.
"Brother Yuan, how come the cannery is short of plans? No way!"
Deputy Section Chief Yuan chuckled.
"They certainly don't lack plans, but they lack raw materials."
Old Yuan had nothing to do, so he pulled Zhang Hongcheng aside and started chatting about gossip about the factory.
Feilaifeng Cannery.
Small collective enterprises.
Although the factory looks old, it has only been established for three years.
"The canning equipment in their factory was second-hand aid from the north. It should have been eliminated long ago."
"But the local government was reluctant to part with it, so they took out the equipment, repaired it, and started a small collective."
"This Feilaifeng canned fruit they produce is a bit hard to describe."
"First of all, their bottle cap is super hard to open."
"Secondly, hehe."
"There are two fruit canning factories in this area, one state-owned and one collectively owned."
"There aren't many good fruits these days. The good ones are all supplied to state-owned factories first. The ones Feilai Peak gets are all crooked and broken."
"So the canned food from this factory tastes, well..."
Old Yuan finished the last bite of his steamed bun and clapped his hands.
"Nowadays, the county would rather send those fruits to the market and sell them at a low price. The profit is better than giving them to Feilai Peak."
"Their factory is now responsible for supplying cans, bottles and lids to state-owned factories."
"I heard that the factory name will be changed in a few months."
Zhang Hongcheng rolled his eyes, took out a small notebook and immediately made a note.
"Oh, by the way, which unit are those two people who just passed by from?"
He asked one more question.
"Why does it look like it's more popular than Brother Yuan's steel mill?"
Deputy Section Chief Yuan smiled.
"How can they not be popular?"
"They own a shipyard. If a little leaks through their fingers, it's enough for everyone."
When Deputy Section Chief Yuan said "leak a little bit", he really meant it in the literal sense.
In fact, the vast majority of the units present that are coming to Shanghai have no shortage of plans.
In the 1970s, when materials were scarce, overcapacity was impossible.
These units simply want to get a chance to introduce their products into Shanghai.
The higher the unit specifications of their product supply, the more subsidies and assistance they will receive from local governments in the future.
Even units in Shanghai only ordered a small number of products.
Products are entering Beijing and Shanghai, these are all clear political achievements.
Zhang Hongcheng called Minister Li after the meeting.
He wanted to assist one or two units on behalf of the Corps, and just buy some chili sauce or something for the canteen.
This time Minister Li asked in great detail, but Zhang Hongcheng swore that he really just brought back some chili sauce.
Of course, if the food tastes good, he will consider applying to sell it to the public under the name of the guesthouse canteen.
"Are you sure you want to sell chili sauce in Shanghai?"
Minister Li felt that this kid might have become too proud this time.
Although he had no direct evidence, he felt that there was an 80% chance that Zhang Hongcheng was planning to take possession of the chili sauce.
The sales procedures are not a big problem. Just ask the Corps Sauce Factory to issue a letter of introduction to the guesthouse in Shanghai.
But when selling chili sauce in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, Minister Li felt that Zhang Hongcheng would definitely run into trouble this time.
Okay!
Sometimes a little setback can be beneficial to a person's growth.
"Haha, I'll ask Xiao Zhao to get you a letter of introduction to the sauce factory. I'll be waiting for your good news."
There was something sarcastic in the old man's words.
Zhang Hongcheng hung up the phone and curled his lips.
Let’s wait and see.
…
Within two days of the coordination meeting, a piece of gossip spread throughout the purchasing circle.
The giant shipyard indeed has the confidence of a giant. This time it helped five foreign units at once.
In order to avoid embarrassment to other units, the organizing unit did not specify the actual total amount of assistance provided by each unit, but instead arranged them according to the number of foreign units assisted.
Shipyards ranked first.
But the second place on the list is somewhat unexpected.
It turned out to be a guesthouse.
It is also an institution stationed in Shanghai by a foreign unit!
The Heilongjiang Construction Corps' guesthouse in Shanghai actually helped four non-local units.
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