Chapter 810 Promotion
The people in the hall were a bit agitated. Damn, they've basically cut everything. Welfare benefits are only paid once a week, what a shame! Besides, if you don't work during the migration, you don't get paid! No pay, no food! But think about it, it's true. If you don't work, why would they still pay you?
Before everyone had time to object, something even more outrageous happened. Niu Jijie had already donated the gift, so would everyone else donate something? Most people would definitely not be willing to donate, and Niu Jijie had already anticipated this, so he said:
"We might not be particularly wealthy, but we definitely have the most food stored in Wucheng. The migration was arduous, and after hearing the news, everyone spent a lot of virtual currency on synthetic meat and giant food, right? Some of you even used your connections to get a lot of sweet potatoes and corn. You see, even you know the importance of food... So, why not donate some? The value is the same as the gift we gave you today, how about it?"
It is a donation of supplies, not money. Since the news of the migration was released, all kinds of food in the market have been snatched away, so now there are purchase limits every day. However, the food that can be bought is nothing more than the same few kinds. Foods like sweet potatoes and corn are not available at all, and no one sells them.
At this moment, Niu Jijie said that he wanted to donate grain. Luxury grain was incredibly expensive, so he wanted to donate pure natural grain... Although the quantity might be only a little, he couldn't bear to donate it because everyone didn't have much at home.
But if you want to donate ordinary food, such as synthetic meat, it is only 8 virtual coins. If you want to donate 3,000 virtual coins, that is a lot. There is no money at all.
So, this banquet was indeed a trap.
Many people started to cry poor, and they really cried poor. The thought of donating so many things made their hearts ache.
Especially the director of the food processing plant, who was originally at the same level as him, but now Niu Jiwei has become his superior, so he must please him. It would be painful for him to ask him to give out food of equal value at one time.
There were also people with different opinions, such as Lao Wei, who immediately voted against it. This person was from Tianshan Salt Lake and was also assigned to the seasoning processing department. Jingshu had previously exchanged virtual currency with this person when she bought a helicopter.
"We in the seasoning department only have seasonings, how can we donate salt? The town government allocated so little supplies for us to produce so much salt during this migration, and they still haven't paid the balance...why don't we just write off the balance and consider it a donation?"
Old Wei is the most resolute. He changed from private to public ownership, and the town government has always owed Salt Lake virtual currency.
All in all, the hall was a mess.
Even Jingshu's parents were considering what donation would be more appropriate, but the Pharmaceutical Association represented by Jingshu was not included in the list. They all belonged to the friendship department, and the Discipline Inspection Commission Niu had no control over the Pharmaceutical Association. Besides, the Nuan Jiang Pills that Jingshu sent on behalf of the Pharmaceutical Association were not expensive and did not violate any regulations.
"Well, the food isn't being donated to anyone else, it's being donated to our own department... but I don't think anyone seems too happy about it. How about we find a compromise? Look, no matter what, we have to ensure that the employees in our food-related departments don't starve to death, right?"
"That's a must!"
When everyone heard that Niu Jijie wanted to find a compromise method, they asked what the method was. As long as they didn't donate their own food, everything else could be negotiated.
So Niu Jiezhi continued:
"We're donating food because we're worried about accidents along the way, or that something might happen that leaves our own employees without food. We're not donating food right now, but our five major departments, 13 divisions, and each factory should go back and count their own food reserves. If they're short, we'll use department funds to buy more. That way, no matter what happens, we'll ensure we have food for our people. I'm handing this over to the five major departments now, and they'll allocate the resources from top to bottom... If there's a problem, you'll subsidize the supply yourself."
Everyone quickly understood what Niu Jiwei meant. That is, during the migration, any food problems encountered must be solved by themselves. Each department must ensure that their employees have food to eat and not cause any more trouble for the town government. They should tighten their belts and the superiors should manage the subordinates. When the time comes, no matter whether each department shares a share, buys food from somewhere, or exchanges supplies internally, anyway, these departments cannot use public funds and cannot cause any more trouble for the town government.
Several departments, divisions, and factories all said there was no problem.
Otherwise, Niu Jiwei also has his own tricks.
If they hadn't initially asked people to donate food, but had simply said so, no one would have agreed. Why should they have to settle things privately? And these leaders are responsible for feeding their subordinates? A department with at least a thousand people, if the higher-ups don't allocate food, are they supposed to subsidize themselves with private food?
Look, Niu Jijie first talked about donations, which was a hellish request, like asking them to die. Now he said that each department was responsible for solving the food problems of its employees, which made it much easier to accept.
Whether it is the Ministry of Agriculture, the farms, or the food processing, they can squeeze some food out of the public account, use the public account operating funds to buy some failed products, and then ask everyone to donate some of the stored food. In any case, it is better than their private donations.
Even if we take a step back and say that among those who work in the food sector, who is truly short of food? Everyone has some food in stock.
While this issue was a bit cumbersome, it was at least resolved. Many people quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but little did they know that the real vent was with Minister Niu. He emphasized the importance of internal affairs first and external security later. Only by solidifying the food sector could the difficult migration process be prevented from collapsing. "I know the Ministry of Agriculture doesn't have a Minister yet. I think Deputy Minister Su Lanzhi is very capable and could take on the role."
Niu Jijie made the appointment on the spot, and some people objected, believing that Su Lanzhi was not qualified enough.
The hall was very quiet, everyone was watching the show.
Niu Jiwei coughed a few times and continued, "If you were to ask who among you is the minister who can best ensure that any unexpected incidents during this migration can be resolved, I think it would be Comrade Su Lanzhi."
"In this apocalypse, connections and the power behind them are also abilities. Comrade Su Lanzhi's daughter partnered with the town government to open a worm cake factory. I'm sure everyone is clear about what this means. If food becomes scarce, who will they have the right to sell to first? What are their qualifications? Does anyone have such connections? Do you have a relative who runs a synthetic meat factory?"
"Does anyone else have any comments?"
"If not, the appointment will take effect immediately."
At first, some people were disdainful, some had already set their sights on the position of Minister of Agriculture, and some of Niu's enemies in the Discipline Inspection Commission wanted to add some drama, but now they have all been quiet, and when others look at Su Lanzhi again, they are full of eagerness.
Luo Dan's body trembled. She looked at Jingshu in disbelief again. Su Lanzhi's daughter even opened a worm cake factory? How many people privately claimed that the worm cake factory was a money-printing machine... How could this be possible? How could this young girl have so many identities?
Jingshu smiled sheepishly and said, "Although I don't have a father who can help me get promoted, I can help my mother get promoted. That's pretty good, right, Aunt Luo?"
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