As for Fu Hongxing saying that the need for coal is a piece of cake.
As for money, he probably can't raise that much right now!
Their area is a coal mine; getting coal here is easy.
If they work just one more hour each day, the amount of coal needed for that village will be produced.
The monkey was responsible for escorting the other half of the grain convoy to the county office building.
After finding County Chief Qian, Monkey explained to Fu Hongxing that half of the convoy would be delivered first, following Fu Hongxing's instructions.
If food is still needed, then cloth will be required.
County Chief Qian is not like Factory Director Kang, although he has confidence in the people behind Fu Hongxing.
However, since Fu Hongxing doesn't share the surname Chen, he wasn't entirely at ease.
Especially since Fu Hongxing led the convoy out for so long, and not a single message came back.
Meanwhile, the people below all came to him to complain.
If it were anything else, we could forget about it, but if there's no food, people will starve to death!
From dry rice to half the amount, to thin porridge, to clear soup and water.
If this continues, I'm afraid everyone will be drinking cold water.
Just when all hope seemed lost, the monkey led the convoy into the county office building.
Qian Xianmin would never refuse the request made by the monkey.
I glanced at the amount of cloth the monkey had taken out; it wasn't a lot.
If the textile factory manager doesn't handle this matter properly, then don't go crying and making a scene in his office asking him to find a way to get the grain.
In front of the monkey, County Chief Qian made a phone call, asking the textile factory manager to come over immediately.
The textile factory is now shrouded in gloom; everyone looks pale and thin, and works listlessly.
Anyone would feel this way if they ate nothing substantial for three meals a day.
At this moment, Wu Yanqing, the director of the textile factory, had blisters all over his mouth and his lips were chapped.
He called every connection he could think of and begged them.
But other people's situations are similar to those in their factory.
Even if there is food, no one will lend it to you; you'll just starve to death.
He sat at his desk, looking utterly dejected, clutching his half-gray hair, his face filled with helplessness.
"Factory manager, you should have some water first! Otherwise, we haven't even borrowed any grain yet. If you go bankrupt, who will this textile factory rely on?"
Luo Pingfei, the factory director's secretary, carefully placed a bowl of rice porridge in an enamel cup next to Wu Yanqing.
It's supposed to be rice porridge, but there really isn't a single grain of rice in it.
A handful of rice was boiled into a large pot of water, and it tasted just like plain water.
But Wu Yanqing turned his head and glanced at it, then shook his head.
"Xiao Luo, you drink it! Just pour me a glass of water."
Wu Yanqing knew very well about Xiao Luo, who had been with him for so many years.
This jar of rice water probably only exists because Xiao Luo poured his own portion in as well.
As a former leader, I can't let my employees go hungry while I'm stuffed.
Upon hearing Wu Yanqing's words, Xiao Luo's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.
His eyes welled up slightly, and he forced back the tears that were about to spill, but he shook his head firmly and said, "No, factory manager, you haven't had rice porridge for two days."
If you keep drinking cold water like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long.
Last night he saw Director Wu pressing his stomach and then gulping down cold water to stave off hunger.
"Nonsense, are my words no longer valid? How long can you last if you save your own for me to drink?"
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