Zhang Lianhe knew this perfectly well, even without Xu Xiangyang saying it.
Can we rely on others for everything? That won't do.
Moreover, he knew that if he wanted to maintain good relations with Xu Xiangyang in the future, he couldn't push his luck.
Moreover, his original intention was just to find a temporary job, and he wouldn't have too high expectations.
"Don't worry about that, my wife has been through a lot of hardship, she can do any kind of work!" He had great confidence in his wife.
Xu Xiangyang didn't say anything. He had met that person before, and he didn't seem to be spoiled.
Moreover, kitchen work these days isn't particularly tiring; it's just about cooking a meal.
If houses are actually built in the future, there might be three meals a day available, and that will definitely be very tiring.
"Okay, that's good to know. Just come with me for lunch, you can go back now." He waved his hand, signaling for the person to leave.
Knowing he was busy, Zhang Lianhe immediately left tactfully.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at the documents on the table; they were all minor matters.
I recall Guan Qilin's suggestion to build houses, and it's something that should really be done. However, the factory currently lacks funds, so building houses would definitely be a difficult task.
If it were your own factory, wouldn't the money to build the house be a piece of cake?
Thinking of the huge amount of cash in the space, now it's worth hundreds of thousands.
I estimate that in another month, it will reach a million.
Don't underestimate the small amount you might earn from just one dollar and two cents; the sheer volume makes it all worthwhile!
At this point, making money isn't difficult; it's just a matter of whether you dare to do it.
At lunchtime, Xu Xiangyang led his men to the back door of the kitchen. As soon as they entered, they saw Master Sun waiting there.
"Director Xu is here. Come inside, it's smoky here." Master Sun saw Zhang Lianhe behind him, but didn't ask first, and led him into the house.
Closing the door effectively isolates the cooking fumes.
Master Sun opened the window again and then asked them to sit at the dining table.
There were four dishes and a soup on the table, along with a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).
This liquor is a special supply for cadres; the tickets are hard to come by. Xu Xiangyang stockpiled some when he was a secretary, and they haven't finished it yet.
"How's it, Director Xu? I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just made something simple." Chef Sun smiled, but there was a sense of pride on his face.
It's not easy to eat four dishes at this time, not to mention wine.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at the dishes: stir-fried pork with chili peppers and meatball and radish soup.
Ham and eggs, stir-fried cabbage with wood ear mushrooms—it's really not easy to make this.
Zhang Lianhe, who was standing to the side, was stunned. How could such good food be served in the kitchen?
Looking at the expressions of the two men, Master Sun then turned to Zhang Lianhe and asked, "May I ask who this gentleman is?"
"I'm Zhang Lianhe, the office accountant," Zhang Lianhe introduced himself, then scratched his head sheepishly.
To be honest, he couldn't really talk to the head chef, since the head chef was in charge of the entire factory's food supply.
To put it nicely, they're highly sought after; with just a flick of their wrist, they can have meat in their dishes today.
However, if the factory doesn't have the quota, he can't put the meat in.
Master Sun didn't know he was an accountant, so he looked down on him. After all, he was brought over by Factory Director Xu. Even if he wasn't good, maybe they were friends.
"Accountant Zhang, please have a seat." He smiled and went to get a cup.
The three men sat together eating and drinking. Xu Xiangyang told him that Zhang Lianhe's wife was coming to work as a temporary worker the next day.
Master Sun gave a direct guarantee that everything would be arranged perfectly.
Zhang Lianhe, standing to the side, was beaming with joy. As expected of the factory director, he was indeed efficient in his words and deeds.
If he were to ask Master Sun for help, even bringing gifts probably wouldn't be enough to persuade him.
This job is one-person-one-position, and the same goes for temporary workers.
After eating and drinking their fill, everyone left satisfied.
Xu Xiangyang left, and seeing that he had nothing else to do in the afternoon, he went straight to the black market.
His situation isn't stable yet, so we need to hurry.
As Xu Xiangyang pushed his bicycle to the gate, he heard someone calling him.
"Director Xu! Wait a minute."
He turned around and saw a young man, whose name seemed to be Hou Yu.
"Is there something you need?" Xu Xiangyang asked calmly.
Hou Yu smiled and said, "Director Xu, you don't drive? Nobody drives our factory cars. If you need to go out on business, it's more convenient to drive."
Seeing his expression, Xu Xiangyang shook his head, "No need, I'll just ride my bicycle. Cycling also requires gas, so this way we can save resources."
After saying that, he got on his bike and rode away, ignoring the people behind him.
Hou Yu stood there, stunned. When he worked in other factories, he had never seen a factory manager who didn't drive but rode a bicycle.
What he said was quite shameful, as if letting Xu Xiangyang drive was a waste of the factory's resources.
"That's honest enough," he muttered, then turned and left.
As Xu Xiangyang rode his bicycle, he thought to himself that he used to think that Director Yang of the Grain Bureau was superficial in his work, but now he was doing the same thing.
Of course, if he goes on a long trip, he will definitely drive.
However, after taking this position, he realized that Director Yang had a tough job.
So the upright and rigid person was suspended from his post and never heard of being reinstated.
It seems that not everyone can guarantee their safety and well-being these days; one can only try not to leave any evidence against them.
Xu Xiangyang did this to avoid giving others something to say. After all, being young is already enviable enough, and if they find out he's driving a government vehicle recklessly, who knows what they'll say.
There was a time when he became so cautious.
He arrived at the black market and first wandered around other places, of course, he had to disguise himself.
There weren't many people in the black markets in the city center and western districts; it looked like they had just dispersed.
However, when he went to Master Wei's place, he found out that everyone was here.
The goods were in such high demand that they were in short supply. Others had a hard time buying anything, and as soon as the goods were released, they were snapped up.
Xu Xiangyang was quite surprised. He knew before that everyone's products sold very quickly and moved very well.
But seeing it today, it's definitely a different feeling.
It's like when you go to a big market in later generations and find something good, you just grab it as if it's free.
Of course, you can't get away without paying here; there are people maintaining order nearby, all watching.
Every black market has people like this. After all, it's their territory, and they can't allow forced buying and selling. Otherwise, who would come here again?
Wouldn't that be like ruining your own reputation and handing over your business to someone else?
Xu Xiangyang was a little curious. In such a chaotic situation, why didn't he see the police come to arrest anyone?
Thinking about it carefully, it's likely that Master Wei had already made arrangements. As long as the benefits are in place, the disciplinary team usually notifies Master Wei in advance if they're going to clear the area.
As expected of an old hand, no matter the circumstances, if you don't manage your relationships well, everything will be difficult.
Xu Xiangyang watched for a while and then left; there were just too many people there.
He couldn't understand why so many rich people didn't seem to care about spending money.
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