Although Lao Qian didn't know what Zeng Wangcai was going to do, he still told Zeng Wangcai the data very professionally.
After listening to the lecture, Zeng Wangcai concluded: "That is to say, the current stores cannot meet the needs of ordinary people, whether it is the goods or the number of stores, which means that ordinary people sometimes have to run several blocks to buy a bottle of soy sauce, right?"
"That's right! There's nothing we can do about it. We can't make it work. If we open one more store, we'll have to hire more people." Lao Qian told the truth.
Zeng Wangcai nodded, thinking that it was very difficult for Lao Qian to say this.
In the current system model, there are almost no grassroots cadres who can consider issues such as cost and livelihood.
Once a store is opened, employees' salaries will still be paid regardless of whether the business is good or bad. Income cannot be linked to work performance, so there is naturally no way to talk about service and economic benefits.
However, Zeng Wangcai is not considering this now. He is considering the issue of house renovation.
"Director Qian, how many families live in front of this yard?" Zeng Wangcai asked again.
"I don't know about that." Old Qian said with a smile, "You've stumped me. But generally speaking, there are two courtyards and one backyard, and there are more than a dozen households."
Director Wang, the former employee of the purchasing station who had not gotten a word in, now the director of the Jiaodaokou Supply and Marketing Cooperative, interrupted at the right time and said, "Twelve households, twelve households in total, all of them are employees of our supply and marketing cooperative."
"They are all from the supply and marketing cooperative? That makes it easy..." Zeng Wangcai rubbed his palms and said, "Director Qian, I want to buy both this yard and the store..."
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