After Xu Xiangyang looked at the ledger and tallied the accounts, he handed it to the person opposite him.
Qian Wenqing took it and said, "Brother Xu, the New Year is just around the corner. When do we get our holiday?"
He doesn't want a vacation; it's the same for him wherever he is.
It's just that the people below want a holiday. They all have families, and they've earned a lot of money, so they're just waiting for you to spend it.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at the calendar. There were still five days until the Lunar New Year. He thought for a moment and said, "Then let's have a holiday the day after tomorrow and come back to work on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
I originally wanted to wait until the 15th, but then I thought, none of us are idle people, so it's better to make money sooner rather than later.
Qian Wenqing nodded in agreement, and then started packing his things.
Xu Xiangyang looked at the calendar and realized he had to go back to work on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, which was quite a rush.
"If you need anything in the future, come find me at the garment factory." He explained that he was going to work and might not have time to come over often anymore.
Qian Wenqing knew about this. "Don't worry, Brother Xu, leave this to me."
I can't give it to him, there's no one else.
This year, Xu Xiangyang's family had an even better Spring Festival than in previous years.
The main reason is that he has more money, so he can provide more supplies.
The Spring Festival of 1968 was a year that was both arduous and fulfilling.
Only Xu Xiangyang himself knows how many twists and turns his career has gone through.
Although he has experienced a lot, he hasn't faced many setbacks. You could say that much of what he has now is a gift from heaven.
I also have to thank Cao Yajun for giving him so many opportunities.
The goods and money in that space are all thanks to someone else.
He stayed at home during the Spring Festival and spent a good year with his family.
Xu Xiangyang gave them a lot of gifts when the black market was on holiday, but since everyone had gone home for the New Year, he didn't go.
However, Qian Wenqing, who had nowhere else to go, had no choice but to follow him.
"Here we go again!" Qian Wenqing said with a grin, carrying a pile of gifts.
Wang Xiumin greeted them with a smile, "You're here! What did you bring? We're just about to make dumplings."
She still had flour on her hands, so she didn't pull anyone away.
Qian Wenqing didn't stand on ceremony; he put down his things and went to wash his hands to help make dumplings.
"Xiao Qian, I haven't seen you for the past six months. Where have you been?" Wang Xiumin had been wondering why this kid, who used to come over for meals so often, hadn't been here for so long.
Qian Wenqing smiled, glanced at Xu Xiangyang, and then said, "Auntie, I've been busy with work. The job transfer takes time to adjust, so I haven't had time. How about this, I'll come visit you more often in the future!"
He was extremely happy; it was so rare to have someone think of him like that.
Xu Xiangyang watched from the side. This person was indeed quite pitiful, having to spend the New Year at someone else's house.
We ate dinner late, around 8 pm, and then started our night watch.
He and Qian Wenqing served two dishes, then went to their small courtyard to have some drinks.
The lights are on here too; lighting them makes it seem like there's someone around.
The two sat inside, a brazier was lit, and they drank wine and ate snacks.
“Brother Xu, now that our business is getting bigger and bigger, people in the city center are starting to cause trouble for us.” Qian Wenqing clicked his tongue, his tone tinged with worry.
He wasn't really afraid, he was just worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it.
The Central District is not like their West District, where there are established powers that used to ignore petty squabbles, but things are different now.
These days, besides Grandpa Jiang, they're the only other people in Xicheng District.
Moreover, even though Mr. Jiang's products weren't as good as theirs, they sold the same goods, but Mr. Jiang's were much better.
Xu Xiangyang raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? What kind of trouble have you been causing?"
He had never asked about it before, so he didn't know anything about it.
Moreover, Qian Wenqing never mentioned it.
Qian Wenqing pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and said, "Our business is also frequented in the city center, and there are quite a few customers. That's because they don't have much stock, so they come here."
It's not just the city center district; the neighboring south district does the same thing, they come over frequently. But they haven't come to cause trouble, only the city center district. Someone came to me before and told us to keep a low profile.
Brother Xu, this isn't something you can just keep quiet about! People are coming to your door to buy your stuff, you can't just refuse to sell, can you?
Besides, if they had the goods, how could we possibly get them? You agree, right?
That's what they say, and that's the logic behind it.
But people may not listen, nor will they be willing to listen to what you have to say.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at him, then took a sip of the wine in his glass.
After a while, he slowly spoke, "Don't worry about this for now. If they really wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't have bothered to talk to you."
Those people in the city center are probably after his supply of goods; otherwise, they wouldn't waste their time waiting here.
Xu Xiangyang knew what was going on, so naturally he wasn't afraid.
Qian Wenqing didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask any further questions.
The older brother has already spoken, so what else is there for him to ask?
The two drank until after midnight before finally going to sleep.
The next morning, Qian Wenqing was still sleepy, so they simply let him sleep there.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at the time; it was already past nine o'clock. He wasn't hungry, so he went to the small courtyard across the street.
As soon as he entered the room, Liu Hai came in and saw him coming over.
"Oh, Director Xu!" Liu Hai turned around with a smile and walked towards him.
As he walked, he said, "This time it's really different; it's getting more and more impressive."
His tone was filled with joy, not for any other reason than that he had no grudge against Xu Xiangyang!
If anything happens in the future, I guess they won't refuse, right?
Seeing his enthusiasm, Xu Xiangyang could probably guess what he was thinking.
He doesn't dislike this attitude, but whether he helps or not is another matter.
"Uncle Liu, Happy New Year!" he greeted with a smile.
After entering the house, the group sat down around the table, and Grandma Wang brewed some hot tea and brought it over.
"Your house is the best, you even have tea." Liu Hai took a sip of tea; even if he didn't know much about tea, he knew it was good tea.
It has a slight bitterness, but it's not astringent.
Seeing his reaction, Wang Zhongshan said, "Take a bag with you when you go back. It's nothing special, just something we don't produce here, so it's not widely sold."
At that time, the supply and marketing cooperative's grocery store didn't have any tea, and anyone who came was quickly taken away by someone else.
The main reason is that the Northeast region is not suitable for growing tea. What is not available here is naturally a good thing.
Things are valued for their scarcity!
Liu Hai didn't refuse, and nodded with a smile, "Okay! Thank you, Uncle Wang!"
He didn't refuse because the family's conditions certainly wouldn't value tea.
Even though he thinks this stuff is good, in other people's eyes it's not as tasty as cornbread.
The group chatted and laughed as Grandma Wang carried the chicken that Liu Hai had brought to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
After all, they brought gifts to see, so it wouldn't be right not to invite them in for a meal.
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