Chapter 647 Delivery
It was just dawn and the eastern sky was just beginning to show a hint of paleness when Zhou Yimin woke up.
He simply washed up, changed into a set of dirt-resistant work clothes, and rode his motorcycle to a remote corner on the outskirts of the city.
Zhou Yimin looked around and found that there was no one else, so he bought 600 kilograms of pork from the store and placed the pork accurately on the back seat of the motorcycle.
And also buy all the flash sale products today.
There are 100 kilograms of beef, 100 pig's trotters, 100 barrels of gasoline, and 100 kilograms of mangoes.
Seeing that the pork was a bit too "dazzling", Zhou Yimin had no choice but to cover it with something. Otherwise, if others saw it, who knows how much trouble it would cause. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, it is better to be cautious.
When everything was ready, Zhou Yimin got on his motorcycle and started the engine. The "thump thump" sound was particularly clear in the quiet morning.
Instead of driving towards the steel plant, he turned the car around and headed towards the instant noodle factory.
More than half an hour later, the gate of the instant noodle factory appeared in front of us.
Just as Zhou Yimin was about to ride his motorcycle in, he was stopped by the guard at the door.
The guard, wearing a dark blue uniform and holding a rubber stick, said sternly, "Comrade, you can't just come in here. What do you want?"
Zhou Yimin immediately stopped his motorcycle and put on a polite smile. "Comrade, please inform Director Zhao at the factory that someone named Zhou is looking for him."
The guard looked Zhou Yimin up and down and his eyes fell on his motorcycle.
At that time, motorcycles were rare and most people could not afford them. Those who could ride motorcycles were definitely not ordinary people.
Looking at the back seat of the motorcycle, it was covered tightly with canvas, and one could vaguely see that there were quite a few things underneath. The guard immediately understood what was going on and nodded, saying, "Wait a moment."
After saying that, the guard turned and walked into the duty room next door, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the number of Zhao Jianguo's office.
"Hello, Director Zhao? There's a man named Zhou on a motorcycle at the door looking for you. He's got something covering the back of his motorcycle."
Zhao Jianguo was sorting documents in the office. When he heard this, he immediately knew that Zhou Yimin had come.
He originally wanted to ask the guard to let Zhou Yimin in directly over the phone, but then he thought about it and realized that Zhou Yimin had helped him so much before.
He has solved many problems in the factory, and this time he must have brought something important. I should go out and receive it in person to show my gratitude and respect.
So, Zhao Jianguo said to the guard on the phone: "Got it, I'll be there right away, please ask him to wait at the door for a while."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Jianguo put down the documents in his hand, walked out of the office quickly and headed towards the factory gate.
From a distance, Zhao Jianguo saw Zhou Yimin and his motorcycle that was fully loaded with things.
He quickened his pace to greet him, a warm smile on his face: "Yimin, I've been waiting for you!"
When Zhou Yimin saw Zhao Jianguo coming out in person, he also got off the motorcycle with a smile: "Brother Jianguo, sorry to bother you."
"Why bother you? I'm so happy that you can come." Zhao Jianguo patted Zhou Yimin's shoulder.
"Let's go inside and talk."
Having said that, he signaled to the guard to let him pass and took Zhou Yimin to the factory.
The two of them talked as they walked, and soon arrived at the warehouse of the instant noodle factory.
There was no one at the warehouse door. Zhao Jianguo called out, "Xiao Wang, Xiao Li, come out and give me a hand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two young men ran out of the warehouse. Seeing Zhao Jianguo and Zhou Yimin, they stood respectfully aside.
Seeing this, Zhou Yimin walked to the motorcycle and lifted the covering canvas.
Suddenly, a pile of bulging sacks were revealed. Bright red pork could be vaguely seen at the mouth of the sacks, and a faint meaty aroma was emitting.
Zhao Jianguo's eyes lit up instantly. He quickly walked to the motorcycle, took a closer look, and weighed one of the sacks with his hand. The smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
He soon discovered that there was a lot of pork on the back seat of the motorcycle, definitely more than the 300 kilograms mentioned before.
So, he turned to look at Zhou Yimin, and asked with a hint of uncertainty but also with excitement: "Yimin, this pork... must be more than 300 kilograms!"
Zhou Yimin nodded and replied with a smile, "Brother Jianguo has a good eye. There are a total of 600 kilograms of pork here."
"Six hundred pounds?!" Zhao Jianguo shouted in surprise, his eyes wide open.
He originally thought that it would be great if he could get one or two hundred kilograms of pork this time, after all, pork is in short supply now. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yimin got six hundred kilograms at once, which was really a huge surprise.
Seeing Zhao Jianguo's overjoyed expression, Zhou Yimin knew he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "Brother Jianguo, don't be too happy too soon. These 600 kilograms of pork are not all for the instant noodle factory. 300 kilograms of them are for our steel plant."
The smile on Zhao Jianguo's face froze instantly, and his heart felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on it, and his joy was in vain.
But he quickly adjusted his mood. After all, it was not easy to get 300 kilograms of pork, and he was satisfied.
"Hey, three hundred kilograms is not a small amount. It's enough for our factory to eat for a while. Thank you, Yimin."
"Don't be polite, it's what I should do." Zhou Yimin waved his hand.
While the two were chatting, the warehouse manager rushed over after hearing the news.
When he saw the pork on the motorcycle, he didn't ask any questions and took Xiao Wang and Xiao Li to start moving the pork into the warehouse.
The three of them divided the work, one person moved and two people received. In a short while, 300 kilograms of pork belonging to the instant noodle factory was moved into the warehouse.
Seeing that all the pork had been moved, Zhou Yimin brushed the dust off his hands and thought to himself that he had to hurry back to the steel plant to report, as Director Ding was still waiting for this batch of pork.
He turned to Zhao Jianguo and said, "Brother Jianguo, the pork has been moved in for you. I have to go back to the steel plant. Director Ding is still waiting for me."
Zhao Jianguo knew Zhou Yimin had other things to do, so he didn't want to force him to stay. A hint of regret crossed his face. "You're leaving so soon? I was thinking of keeping you here for lunch. I wanted to let you try our instant noodle factory's food and compare it with the food from your steel plant to see which one suits your taste better."
Zhou Yimin smiled and said, "Next time, when I have time, I'll come over to try it. I'm really in a hurry this time, so I'll leave first."
"Okay, then drive slowly." Zhao Jianguo patted his shoulder and watched Zhou Yimin ride away on the motorcycle. He didn't turn around and walk towards the factory until the motorcycle disappeared around the corner.
Zhao Jianguo did not return to the office, but went straight to the cafeteria.
In the cafeteria, the chefs were busy preparing ingredients for lunch, and the cafeteria director was looking at the shopping list in his hand with a frown on his face.
"Director Wang, I have good news for you!" Zhao Jianguo shouted as he entered the door.
The canteen director looked up and saw Zhao Jianguo. He asked in confusion, "Director Zhao, what's going on?"
"The pork from our factory has arrived, three hundred kilograms!" Zhao Jianguo said with a smile.
When the canteen director heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and the list in his hand dropped to the ground with a "clack". He was so excited that he almost jumped up. He walked quickly to Zhao Jianguo and grabbed his arm: "Really? Director Zhao, you are not lying to me, are you?"
During this period, the canteen had no pork, so every meal was vegetarian or a small amount of chicken. The workers were very dissatisfied and complained every day, but the leaders could do nothing.
He, the canteen director, had no choice but to act as a shield and endured a lot of scolding. The pressure was so great that he couldn't sleep well for several nights.
Now that I heard there were 300 kilograms of pork, the heavy burden on my heart finally fell to the ground. How could I not be happy?
"Why would I lie to you? It's just been moved into the warehouse and is very fresh." Zhao Jianguo said with a smile.
"Great! Great!" The canteen director rubbed his hands excitedly and shouted to the kitchen.
"Masters, come quickly, follow me to the warehouse to get some pork. I'll make a delicious meal for the workers at noon so they can satisfy their cravings!"
When the chefs heard that there was pork, they became excited, put down their work, and followed the canteen director to the warehouse.
After a while, the sound of them moving pork came from the warehouse. The atmosphere in the cafeteria suddenly became cheerful. Everyone's face was filled with smiles, as if they could already smell the aroma of pork.
Zhou Yimin rode a motorcycle, carrying the remaining 300 kilograms of pork, and rushed back to the steel plant.
As soon as he arrived at the factory gate, he drove the motorcycle directly to the warehouse area.
Old Li, the warehouse manager, was sitting on a small bench at the door, checking the accounts with an abacus. When he saw Zhou Yimin coming on a motorcycle with bulging sacks piled on the back seat, he quickly stood up to greet him.
"Chief Zhou, this is..." Old Li squinted his eyes and looked at the sack. When he got closer, he smelled the familiar smell of meat.
"Master Li, this is the pork you mentioned yesterday, 300 kilograms. Please register it and put it into the warehouse." Zhou Yimin said as he untied the rope that fixed the canvas.
When the canvas is lifted, the red and white pork inside is revealed, with distinct layers of fat and lean meat, looking fresh and tempting.
Lao Li's eyes suddenly widened and he swallowed unconsciously. The factory cafeteria has been short of meat recently, and he hasn't tasted pork for a long time.
"Okay, okay!" He responded quickly, turned around and went into the warehouse to push a cart.
"Such good pork needs to be quickly stored in the refrigerator."
The two of them worked together to move the pork onto the cart. As they moved it, Old Li couldn't help but exclaim, "This pork is really good. The fat is thick and the meat is tender. You can tell it's from a good pig."
He pushed the cart into the warehouse, followed closely by Zhou Yimin.
The warehouse was cool and dry. Old Li quickly took out a registration book and pen, carefully recorded the number of sacks and the estimated weight, and weighed them one by one. After confirming that it was exactly 300 kilograms, he signed the registration book and stamped the warehouse seal.
"Everything is done, Chief Zhou." Old Li handed the registration book to Zhou Yimin with a smile on his face.
Zhou Yimin took the registration book, took a look at it, and put it in his pocket after confirming that it was correct. Instead of returning to his office, he went straight to Director Ding's office.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard Director Ding's voice on the phone, and he knocked on the door gently.
"Come in."
Zhou Yimin pushed the door open and walked in. Director Ding had just hung up the phone. Seeing it was him, he immediately stood up enthusiastically: "Yimin, you're back? Come and sit down."
As he spoke, he refilled the teacup with hot water and handed it to him. "Did the journey go smoothly? Have you delivered the pork?"
"It went smoothly. I just registered it in the warehouse. It's 300 kilograms, not less." Zhou Yimin sat on a chair, took out the registration book and put it on the table.
"Master Li said the pork was of good quality and had been properly stored."
Director Ding picked up the registration book and flipped through it, his smile growing wider. He put the book down and patted Zhou Yimin on the shoulder: "Good boy, you're amazing! I knew I could do the right thing with you."
He stood up and paced around the office, his tone full of excitement: "With this batch of pork, the cafeteria can provide the workers with a solid dish at noon, which is sure to boost everyone's enthusiasm."
Zhou Yimin smiled and said, "As long as it can be delivered successfully, it's done."
"This is not a small matter. It solves a big problem in the factory." Director Ding was in a good mood. He chatted with Zhou Yimin about the canteen arrangements before letting him go back to the department to rest.
At the same time, the canteen kitchen of the instant noodle factory has already been busy.
The chefs took back 300 kilograms of pork from the warehouse and immediately divided the work and got busy.
Chef Liu, the chef, picked a piece of pork belly with skin, cut it into cubes with a "dong dong dong" sound, blanched it in boiling water, skimmed off the foam and put it into a basin of cold water. The white pieces of meat were tinged with pink and looked fresh.
Another chef cut the pork tenderloin into thin slices and marinated it with soy sauce and cooking wine, planning to make stir-fried meat; someone else was processing the ribs, chopping them into inch-long pieces, preparing to stew a pot of radish and pork ribs soup.
The pork belly was stir-fried in the pot, releasing fat and making a sizzling sound. Chef Liu threw a few star anise and a handful of ginger slices into the pot, and poured soy sauce on it. The aroma instantly rose and drifted far away through the window cracks.
He stir-fried the meat with a long-handled spoon for a few times, added hot water to cover the meat, covered the pot and simmered it on low heat. Soon, the rich aroma of meat filled the entire cafeteria, and even passers-by couldn't help but sniff and look towards the kitchen.
Pour the chopped ribs into the casserole, add enough water, throw in the scallion and ginger slices, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat. Soak the radish pieces in the basin next to it, and wait until the ribs have stewed into the white soup before adding them to the pot.
The marinated pork tenderloin is coated with starch, fried in hot oil until golden brown, and then green and red peppers are thrown in and stir-fried. With a "sizzling" sound, the fresh and spicy aroma penetrates your nostrils.
The news that there would be pork at noon spread like wildfire in the instant noodle factory workshop.
The workers, who had been working so hard, were suddenly excited. They slowed down their work and their eyes were filled with excitement. "Is this true? I haven't eaten pork in months!"
Xiao Zhang from the packaging workshop was holding a bag of instant noodles in his hand, but his eyes were glancing towards the canteen, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
The older woman next to me continued working, but smiled as she said, "I heard from the warehouse this morning that several sacks of pork were brought in. It's true! It's a good change of pace. I've been eating pickles all day and they've made my mouth taste bland."
The workers at the instant noodle factory are increasingly looking forward to their lunch, but they still have to do their work well.
(End of this chapter)
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