"Alright, never mind, I won't keep you in suspense any longer, ta-da!" Zheng Ming showed the back of the pass.
The sign read: Jinshi Wharf: Zheng Ming, head of the supply department of my unit, ID number: ××××××××, is responsible for logistics between the Beijing base and Jinshi starting today. Please grant passage during the work period. Beijing Survivors' Home, valid for one year.
"Hahaha, isn't that amazing? I admire myself."
"That's really impressive," Xu Lin genuinely praised.
"Why do I feel like you're not being sincere? From now on, I can help you guys sell your stuff. We'll go as a small team, and no one will know if we smuggle in some personal goods," Zheng Ming said proudly.
Actually, Xu Lin was already very excited when she saw the Jinshi pass. This solved her big problem! The amount of gasoline she used to drive back and forth was really painful. Although she had enough gasoline to drive back and forth every day for the rest of her life, every bit of this stuff is precious, so she had to save it as much as possible.
Zhou Pin had originally said he would see if he could find a way to get on the supply department's bus, and Zheng Ming delivered the "bus" right away.
Xu Lin and Zhou Pin were in sync; neither of them seemed particularly excited, waiting to see what Zheng Ming would say.
“We go there every two days. I’ll go with you in the truck. I can bring you any seafood that you can’t fit in the truck, free of charge,” Zheng Ming said sincerely.
Actually, it's quite normal for logistics companies to smuggle in goods; drivers who work on the road need to earn some extra money too.
“We want you to charge us,” Xu Lin said.
Are there still people eagerly offering money?
"In this way, we'll let you carry the goods each time, but we'll pay you shipping fees based on the weight each time..."
"Forget about shipping fees! We're on good terms, would I have any conscience to charge you for shipping?!"
“Let me finish explaining. Even close brothers keep clear accounts. We’ve asked you to carry quite a few loads, and we have to transport them every time. It wouldn’t be right not to pay you, and our colleagues would complain. You can give your commission to the colleagues who go with you. That way, everyone can earn extra money, and we won’t have to waste gas money and time running back and forth,” Xu Lin explained.
"If you don't charge us, we won't use you." Seeing that Zheng Ming was still hesitating, Xu Lin directly used her trump card.
"Alright, one point for one jin."
After discussing the details with Xu Lin and Zhou Pin, Zheng Ming, Lao Zheng, and others, the meeting adjourned.
Zheng Ming went to Jinshi every other day to deliver supplies. His truck was full when he went and empty when he came back. Xu Lin planned to bring back seafood and dried goods in several trucks, giving Zheng Ming one point for each pound of seafood, and then he would distribute these points to the drivers who transported the goods.
The drivers can earn extra money and won't leak the information, while Xu Lin and Zhou Pin only need to go to Jinshi to catch deep-sea fish every now and then, which greatly frees up labor.
Zheng Ming's first departure is the day after tomorrow, which means they still have one day to prepare. This time, Xu Lin and Zhou Pin will go with him to make arrangements first, so things will be easier later.
Of course, the trip can't be in vain; we'll definitely have to go deep-sea fishing as well.
Seeing that she still couldn't lift her arm, Xu Lin decided to stay home and sleep all day tomorrow to recharge.
For dinner, I had dumpling soup with layered pancakes.
Don't let the simplicity of dumpling soup fool you; it's packed with ingredients, including diced green beans, diced potatoes, corn kernels, diced luncheon meat, wood ear mushrooms, diced meat, tomatoes, and more—it looks incredibly appetizing.
Xu Lin drank two large bowls by herself, and Zhou Pin even added a tea egg for her.
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