Chapter 872 Is God going to make me rich?
"The lamb chops are fat and lean with no tendons. They are soft, tender and juicy. Make them French style."
"We made stewed pilaf on both sides of the front breast cartilage, and used carrots and raisins from Wucheng to make mutton pilaf. It's fatty but not greasy."
"The lamb belly is stewed in clear water, the meat is slightly tough, and the taste is rich and mellow."
"Seared Tail Dragon Steak."
"The braised buttocks are more fat than lean, and then made into barbecue skewers." Su Mali chattered on and on about a dozen ways to eat it, each of which made people's mouths water.
Jingshu was drooling as she listened to this. In the past, when she ate lamb, it was mostly roasted whole, stewed, braised, or stir-fried, and then roughly classified and eaten, but she had never eaten it in such detail as this.
Jingshu immediately raised her hand, "Well... count me in!" and then she contributed another lamb and asked the Michelin chef of Sumali's family to make another one of the same, which she could take with her and eat slowly on the road.
"no problem!"
Jingshu has sheep and Sumali has a cook, and the two hit it off immediately.
The old housekeeper smiled indulgently, "Okay, okay, I'll cook all of this for you, Miss. I'll make soup with the remaining bones and add some radish for the guests. I'll also add minced meat pilaf and stir-fried mutton offal to the banquet, and Jingshu can take the rest home. How about that?"
"Well! I hope everything goes well at the banquet soon, and I can complete the task as scheduled... no, exceed the target!" Su Mali made a wish.
"You will definitely get what you want."
The Yunnan-Guizhou Food and Flower Festival had begun, and it was held exactly like a pre-apocalyptic buffet: tables lined with delicious food from all over the country, with piles of plates beneath them. Anyone who wanted something to eat passed their plate over, and a dedicated waiter would serve them... well, about a chopstick's worth.
Of course, most of them are arranged in portions, such as bowls of yogurt, small plates of fruit platters,
Plates of BJ roast duck the size of a fingernail.
Plates of Lanzhou beef noodles without beef, mutton soup buns without mutton,
Miniature Yunnan and Guizhou flower cakes, thinly sliced baked salt chicken, individual Ningbo rice dumplings, and XJ cakes weighed by the gram...
The only thing that was extravagant was the large round table in the middle area, which was piled high with crayfish, which was very eye-catching.
There weren't many people attending, less than sixty in total. Everyone was very polite, there was no fighting, they chatted and laughed, and slowly savored the flavor... E... If the sound of slurping crayfish hadn't been a little loud, Jingshu would have almost believed it.
However, everyone was full after tasting the food. Even Yun Si Niang burped. She finally managed to drink two more bowls of mutton soup and ate more than thirty crayfish, repeatedly saying that the portions were the most generous this year. Jing Shu just filled her stomach with Jiang Jiang. That was it, she could still have a whole lamb banquet later...
The resource exchange meeting was about to end. Jingshu listened attentively for a long time, but there were no good resources to exchange. Other companies were willing to exchange cigarettes, but either the price they offered was too low, or the resources were completely useless to the cigarette factory.
In the final analysis, the cigarette factory has a low cost-effectiveness ratio. The unscrupulous boss would rather buy more low-priced food and exchange it for some necessary survival supplies, but not for cigarettes.
Sumali's oil resources also encountered some minor problems.
Oil is a high-end essential resource and is in short supply. In the past, oil-related products had many uses and were cheap, but now... we can't even feed ourselves. Productivity can't keep up, few people buy it, and the price is not cheap.
"So now if you buy oil, you also have to buy the expensive ancillary products?"
"When you buy fuel, you also need to buy 10% of petroleum-related products."
Everyone was whispering, some were angry but dared not speak out, and some suggested that fuel prices could be raised, but could people buy fewer ancillary products?
After Su Mali lazily explained the rules, she discussed with Jingshu about buying a few lambs, piglets and calves. She didn't care whether anyone was willing or not. The condition was this: if you don't buy, I won't sell. The oil will not go bad if it's left there.
"Hey, isn't it because there are too many ancillary products accumulated in the past few years, and the warehouse is almost full, so my old man wants to pack and sell some of them to exchange for some resources?
Come back, this task is given to me, it is said to be the first step in the test of taking over the company."
"If I can sell even one-tenth of the inventory, I'll have accomplished my mission. If I can sell even one-tenth, I'll be promoted to deputy general manager. Alas, I've already traveled to two cities and only managed to sell one percent."
Poor Sumali.
Damn it, Sumali is a wealthy person, how can she be pitiful?
Jing Shu couldn't help but ask, "What can ancillary products do? Are they really useless in this apocalyptic world?"
Jingshu wanted to see if she could find any bargains.
Su Mali shrugged helplessly:
"It used to be incredibly useful, but unfortunately it's no longer affordable. For example, paraffin oil can be used as a soap raw material, which is still relatively useful. But for asphalt paving, or for making olefin aromatics into plastics, synthetic fibers, and synthetic rubber, there are only a few affordable uses."
Oh...it seems like Jingshu has nothing to do with it.
Finally, the first person came to trade. He not only bought a lot of fuel, but also matched it with polypropylene.
"It's obvious that this boss is rich." Jingshu said. Everyone else was trying to bargain, but this boss said nothing.
Su Mali said, "This guy has a metal mine at home. It consumes a lot of fuel, and the dust in the processing plant workshop is very high. I bought some to make a batch of filter masks and protective masks for the workers. Otherwise, the workers would die in a short time."
"Oh... wait, a filter mask?" Jingshu was startled.
"Yes, yes, what's wrong?" Su Mali asked, why such a big reaction?
"Polypropylene is used to make masks? Or is it related to masks? So polypropylene is a petroleum-based product?"
Jingshu was so excited! She asked a series of questions.
Su Mali didn't know what Jingshu was so excited about, so she had to explain:
"Polypropylene, or PP plastic, is extracted from olefins, a byproduct of petroleum. It is the main material for meltblown fabrics. Meltblown fabrics are the main raw material for filtering masks. That's the relationship."
Fourth, polypropylene is the main raw material of masks.
But Sumali’s warehouse can no longer hold any more polypropylene.
Oh my god, is this God making Jingshu rich?
It's true that the poor student suffered from a lack of education. Su Mali had the raw materials for masks right in front of her, but she didn't even know about it!
You have to know that after this year, the whole country will be filled with an extremely stinky smell mixed with rotten eggs that have been left for a hundred days and the smell of farts that have been constipated for a hundred days. Not only will it be suffocating, but it will also be a bit poisonous. However, she only prepared gas masks for her family in her space.
Although I got used to it after smelling it for a while, but!!
Before, we were small in size and had limited abilities, but now, since we know about it in advance, shouldn’t we prepare for next year’s disaster early?
Jingshu swallowed her saliva and said, "This time when you go back, you may directly become the deputy general manager."
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