Qiao Baozhu could see that Lao Cui really didn't understand the situation and was not just trying to argue.
Considering that Lao Cui is a relatively honest person, Qiao Baozhu is willing to help him.
Smiling, he explained to Lao Cui: "Master Cui, do you usually eat in the cafeteria or at home?"
Old Cui didn't understand why Qiao Baozhu asked this, but he didn't hide it and told the truth: "I have an old mother with emphysema, and six children. If I eat in the cafeteria every day like you educated youth, how can I live at home?"
Qiao Baozhu finally understood why Lao Cui was not popular.
He has problems with language expression, his words are full of negative energy, and he likes to answer with rhetorical questions.
In Northeastern dialect, it is called "chu jue heng sang", which means that the speaker's attitude is arrogant, the words are disrespectful, and full of provocation.
The relationship between colleagues is essentially one of equality, and no one owes you anything. If you talk to people with this attitude, you will certainly not be welcomed.
If he treats his leader in the same way, then Lao Cui deserves to be bullied.
"That means that the food you eat at home is not as good as what you eat in the cafeteria."
Lao Cui's face was obviously unhappy. Although Qiao Baozhu's eyes were clear and frank and she didn't mean to look down on him, Lao Cui still felt a little embarrassed.
"Humph, I am just an ordinary citizen. I can't eat and drink as much as you officials."
Qiao Baozhu automatically ignored Lao Cui's sarcasm and slowly guided him, "Well, cadres have high salaries, especially dual-income cadre families. We can't say that we eat rice and flour every meal, but we definitely eat refined grains more often than coarse grains."
Lao Cui didn't understand the hidden meaning behind Qiao Baozhu's words and thought she was showing off to him how good the food was at her home.
"Master Cui, you said someone asked me to do something for him and gave me a pound of flour as a favor. Do you think I should be happy?"
Without even thinking, Lao Cui raised his eyebrows and said, "With your family's financial situation, one pound of flour is nothing. Not to mention one pound, even five pounds is not..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Cui already understood.
He looked at Qiao Baozhu with gratitude, and was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
Qiao Baozhu looked at Lao Cui and nodded with a faint smile: "The principle is the same. Since your director usually smokes Daqianmen, you should give him a few packs of more expensive ones as a gift."
Lao Cui nodded repeatedly in gratitude and thanked Qiao Baozhu very sincerely.
"Comrade Qiao is right. I am a dull person and don't know how to use favors. Thanks to your reminder, otherwise I would have done something stupid again."
"It's just that Daqianmen is already a Class B cigarette. Am I going to give him a Class A cigarette? Good cigarettes are specially supplied. You can't buy them even if you have a ticket."
In his previous life on the farm, Zhao Haiyang handled these problems by himself. Qiao Baozhu doesn't use things like cigarettes and alcohol, nor does she spend any time trying to understand them. She just gave Zhao Haiyang money and let him buy it himself.
Zhao Haiyang took the opportunity to deduct some money to fill his own piggy bank, and Qiao Baozhu turned a blind eye.
When the grade of cigarettes was suddenly brought up today, Qiao Baozhu felt very shy.
"How much more expensive can it be? I can guarantee that as long as Master Cui can still drive this truck, he will be able to earn back the money he earned from cigarettes very quickly."
Qiao Baozhu hinted very clearly that if she helped Lao Cui keep his job as a driver, Lao Cui should also help her in return.
Originally, Qiao Baozhu had a simple idea. As the year was coming to an end, she would make a little money by reselling in the city and the countryside. Shen Xiao also had a car, but his jeep was too conspicuous and could easily be spotted.
If you can use farm trucks to help with transportation, you can save time, effort and money.
But Lao Cui was wrong...
Old Cui looked at Qiao Baozhu with a strange look, then took a step back as if he had seen a ghost.
"Comrade Qiao, I don't need your help. Just pretend that I didn't say anything to you today. It's okay if you tell others. I, I won't admit it anyway."
Lao Cui turned around and walked towards the street with big strides. As he walked away, he turned around and shouted worriedly, "I'll pretend I didn't hear anything! I'd rather go to the auto repair shop than get involved in your cafeteria shit."
"Don't come to see me anymore. Just pretend we don't know each other."
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