Chapter 57 Mobilizing the Village



Chapter 57 Mobilizing the Village

The logistics director didn't expect that the special window would be so popular.

Especially from the workers' union, we receive protests every day.

Everyone said that the lunch break was too short, there were too many people queuing at the Malatang area, and many people from outside came to buy, so they couldn't get any at all.

I had no choice but to come to Shen Qingyue to discuss this matter.

Shen Qingyue said: "Why don't we count how much is needed?"

The logistics director said, "Alright, let's go back and do some statistics."

When the logistics director came to see Shen Qingyue the next day, he was too embarrassed to take out the statistical table.

He also didn't expect that there were more than 3,000 people in the factory, and the number of malatang steamed buns was more than 10,000.

this……

But this matter was a big deal, and the workers all reported it.

He had to submit this order even if he had to bite the bullet.

Shen Qingyue's pupils also trembled when she saw it.

At noon, I washed, cut, and prepared the vegetables. I was very busy but only made a little over a thousand servings.

These 10,000 lists gave her a hard time.

Shen Qingyue paused and said to the director of the workers' union, "Have I told everyone that spicy hot pot can't be left out. It will go bad if left out."

It can stay fresh for two days in the refrigerator, but few people have refrigerators these days.

Director Jiang of the Workers' Union said, "I've already told them this. They said they were buying for neighbors, relatives, and friends. I've even set a limit of four per person."

Otherwise, take the steel mills’ current obsession with malatang as an example.

I'm really worried that if 20,000 or 30,000 copies are ordered, it will be hard to explain to Shen Qingyue.

Director Jiang saw that Shen Qingyue hadn't spoken for a long time and knew that she was in trouble. He said, "If you need any help, just let me know. Although I don't have as much power as the logistics director, I will do my best to coordinate with you."

Director Jiang was also embarrassed.

Originally, Shen Qingyue had a good idea of ​​opening a special window, and she had become very familiar with it in the past few days.

Now the workers have a strong demand for Malatang.

She needed 10,000 orders. This was adding to her workload for no reason.

But there is no way. I could buy it before.

Now it is widely said in the county that the spicy hot pot at the steel plant is delicious and cheap. More and more people are crowding in to queue up here, leaving people in the factory unable to eat it, and they are quite resentful.

Shen Qingyue said: "Then I need a bicycle, which will take two or three days."

There was a hint of surprise in Director Jiang's eyes: "Sure, sure." He agreed without hesitation.

Director Jiang said, "I just have a bicycle that I don't need. You can take it."

Wait until the chat is over.

Shen Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten thousand servings of spicy hot pot dumplings cost five thousand yuan.

The profit margins in the food business are small, and the seasoning for Malatang is expensive, so they basically take the route of small profits but quick turnover. However, you can still make a net profit of around 1,500 yuan from 5,000 yuan!

This was a huge sum of money in 1985.

Chen Mei came over and asked, "How's it going?"

Shen Qingyue told her what the director had just said.

Chen Mei said: "Then you can go back first, I'm here."

Although we have finished the work here, there is still a lot of work to do, such as counting the soda and receiving the goods.

Purchase of wide noodles, restocking of seasonings, going to the accounting department to exchange two hundred yuan in cash, etc.

Chen Mei said, "You are someone who can accomplish great things. I will definitely not hold you back."

Since the separation of the family, the two sisters have always been led by Shen Qingyue.

Chen Mei is particularly suitable for following orders. Now seeing so many things waiting for her to run around alone, Chen Mei feels distressed.

Even though she is a timid and introverted person, she has to step forward.

Just to take the weight off my sister's shoulders.

Shen Qingyue said, "That's fine. When you finish your work, come back directly on the ox cart. I have to go shopping first. Ten thousand servings of spicy hot pot require a lot of vegetables."

This was a challenge for her as she had never sold so many raw buns at once.

There is definitely not enough manpower, and it will be quite difficult to complete this order quickly.

Shen Qingyue drove back to the village, her mind racing on the way.

Arriving at Liujia Village, Shen Qingyue rode her bike directly back to the village chief's house.

Almost half of the villagers were here, watching Zhou Jinbao and his team build houses, and they always wanted to go in and learn from them.

When they saw Shen Qingyue riding back on her bike, their eyes lit up.

"Oh my, that's incredible. Building a house and buying a car at the same time?"

Shen Qingyue didn't bother to greet the villagers and asked, "Where is the village chief?"

The village chief was also smoking a pipe at the door. Hearing Shen Qingyue's words, he said, "Ah?"

Shen Qingyue said: "Uncle Village Chief, I have something to say."

When the other people in the village saw this, their ears pricked up, wanting to see what she had to say.

But when the village chief saw that Shen Qingyue was serious, he took her directly to the village committee.

The people around them watched them leave and couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?"

In the village committee, the village chief opened his eyes wide when he heard Shen Qingyue's words: "Really?"

Shen Qingyue said: "Yeah."

The village chief was a little excited. Ever since the contracts were divided among households, he always felt that he had energy but nowhere to use it.

Not only him, but many elderly people also miss the era when everyone ate from the same pot.

The village chief took a look at Shen Qingyue. He had long known that she was extraordinary, but he did not expect that Shen Qingyue could still bring surprises to everyone.

She went straight to the state-owned factory to run a small restaurant, but the people in the county still liked the food she cooked so much.

Now all the work falls on Shen Qingyue's shoulders.

As the village chief, he must find a way to help Shen Qingyue.

He went directly to the village committee, turned on the loudspeaker, and asked the villagers to come to the open space in front of the village committee for a meeting.

The village hasn't used a loudspeaker to announce news for a long time.

From the elderly in their eighties to the children who had just learned to walk, everyone had come. When Shen Qingyue came out, the open space outside was already crowded with people.

"Village chief, what's going on?"

The village chief had a smile on his face: "What's the matter? There's good news."

As soon as these words fell, the people present started to stir again: "What good news is there?"

And those smart ones glanced directly at Shen Qingyue.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the village chief didn't keep anyone in suspense and said, "Shen Qingyue has now contracted a window in the state-owned factory cafeteria."

Before the next words could be uttered, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"It's a state-owned factory."

"Oh my god."

"Did Shen Qingyue suck away all the smoke from their ancestral grave?"

The people in the village couldn't imagine it.

Didn’t they say before that she was setting up a stall outside and her things were smashed by someone? How did it end up in the canteen of a state-owned factory in the blink of an eye?

This is not a place that ordinary people can enter.

The faces of the Shen family members present were dark.

The more successful Shen Qingyue becomes, the more shameful the Shen family becomes.

The Shen family finally built a house and became a little famous.

When they heard that Shen Qingyue went to the canteen of the state-owned factory, they knew without a doubt that the villagers would laugh at them for being blind and giving away their most promising grandchild.

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