Xu Xiangyang smiled without saying a word, but simply raised his hand and took a sip of wine.
It's still as spicy as ever, but without that alcohol-laden taste.
Master Sun was getting a little anxious when he saw that he didn't respond, but he also knew that this was not something to rush into.
He turned to look at Guan Qilin beside him, who was also leisurely drinking, but not looking at him.
Having no other choice, he nudged the person next to him under the table.
Guan Qilin paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, his eyes filled with confusion.
It's as if it's asking: Why are you poking me?
Master Sun was speechless, especially when he noticed that Xu Xiangyang was also looking at him, which made him even more embarrassed.
"Hehe." He laughed awkwardly.
You really can't rely on anyone!
"Director Xu," he turned around and said pitifully, "you know I don't have any connections. Procuring general items is fine, but anything related to meat is something I really can't handle!"
Most canteens have someone specifically in charge of handling this business, but you can't rely on others, so this responsibility fell on his shoulders.
He's usually fine, but he starts to worry when holidays come around, because he just can't get anything done!
Seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, Xu Xiangyang asked, "You want me to go and do these things again?"
It wasn't that he was unwilling, but if it happened too often, people would inevitably gossip about it.
Master Sun noticed that he seemed unhappy. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Director Xu, I heard that the city next door is planning to slaughter pigs for the Mid-Autumn Festival. How about we try to get half a pig?"
He didn't even dare to think about a pig; it was no ordinary thing.
As soon as the neighboring pig farm released the news, countless organizations have gone there.
If there are any leftovers, they could share half a pig.
Xu Xiangyang was a little curious. Do pig farms slaughter pigs during holidays? Usually, pigs aren't slaughtered until the end of the year.
"Why are they releasing this news about the Mid-Autumn Festival? Did they say how many pigs they'd slaughter?" he asked casually.
Seeing that he was unaware of the situation, Master Sun explained what had happened.
It turned out that there was a severe food shortage at that time, so pigs that were raised to about 180 or 200 pounds were slaughtered and sold.
This way, we can survive until the autumn harvest without wasting food, and we can also raise a batch of pigs intensively. Wouldn't it be better to sell them during the Spring Festival?
Xu Xiangyang understood; so that's how it is.
However, food is indeed in short supply right now. In many places, people are uprooting grains and grinding them up to eat, so they won't get poisoned and can eat more.
He didn't intend to help anyone; in this kind of environment, he could barely take care of himself, let alone others.
"Director Xu? What do you think?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Master Sun asked again.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at him indifferently and said, "Buying for the cafeteria is your job. What, do you think I'm too leisurely? Do you want to give me some work?"
If this person weren't such a good cook, he would have kicked him out right now.
Close the door while you're at it.
Upon hearing his words, Master Sun quickly waved his hand, "No way, I wouldn't dare, I didn't mean that!"
He was terrified that Xu Xiangyang would really get angry, and if he had any other way, he wouldn't have provoked Xu Xiangyang.
Guan Qilin coughed twice and said, "Alright, alright, it's all for the factory's sake. Master Sun is just too anxious. Director Xu, don't be angry."
He likes to play the peacemaker and stir things up.
However, Xu Xiangyang wasn't really angry. He turned to Master Sun and said, "I won't make things difficult for you. Just bring back ten catties of meat for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Figure it out yourself."
This is really not trying to make things difficult for people. Ten pounds of meat isn't much; most companies only purchase this much once a month.
Some companies make purchases twice a month, each time for ten kilograms.
Master Sun is now suffering in silence; why did he bring this up?
That's what happens when you're too talkative!
After dinner, the three parted ways.
Xu Xiangyang didn't go home either, but instead went back to his office to live.
Anyway, he's an older brother, so no one will care where he lives.
The office has a single bed; you can enter the space simply by closing the doors and windows. How wonderful!
The next morning, when Master Sun found him, his face beaming with joy.
"Director Xu, good news!" He smiled mysteriously, but didn't say what the good news was.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at him. "What, Master Sun, are you talking about a pig?"
His words made Master Sun very embarrassed.
"A pig..."
"You really think highly of me!" he said with a wry smile.
Xu Xiangyang shrugged and said, "What other good news could there be? What other good news could there be besides this?"
Everything at the factory is back on track now. What better way to get good news than to eat?
Mr. Sun had no way to refute this, so he could only say, "I called this morning to ask, and one company can only take half the meat. I've already reserved the other half. However, the price is a bit expensive."
When it comes to price, there are many factors to consider, including slaughtering and transportation.
Pig farms can help with slaughtering and transportation, but these costs are all included in the meat price.
Xu Xiangyang asked, "How much is it? If it's reasonable, no problem."
He had never been to a pig farm to buy meat, so he had no idea what was going on there.
"They want six cents a pound," said Master Sun, with a pained expression.
It's as if this isn't buying pork, but selling his own flesh.
Xu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment. Six cents?
The meat coupons that come with a pound of meat at the butcher shop don't even count, and it still costs 80 cents.
Prices have gone up by 10 cents in the last two years, whereas they were 70 cents two years ago.
It's even more expensive on the black market, where a pound of meat costs 1.2 yuan, and you don't need meat coupons.
Compared to money, tickets are all allocated to a fixed number of people, so there are no extras.
He asked doubtfully, "This price isn't expensive, is it? Butcher shops sell it for 80 cents a pound."
Upon hearing this, Master Sun realized he was unaware of the situation and explained, "Can the price of our live pigs be compared to that of finished products? Generally, it's four cents or forty-five cents per pound."
"However, at this price, they don't cover transportation or slaughter. Isn't this buying half? So you have to slaughter it and then divide it up."
Xu Xiangyang understood; so that's how it is.
He didn't understand before, and recently his social media has only been selling canned goods, so he hasn't bought any fresh pork.
Looks like I'll have to be more careful when buying goods in the future. I can't just buy anything, or I'll get taken advantage of.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Master Sun continued, "Director Xu, why don't you make a call and ask if we can get a lower price?"
He didn't insist; even a five-cent discount is still money.
If half the meat is calculated as 100 jin (50 kg), then you can save five yuan.
Xu Xiangyang had no interest in haggling like a market vendor.
"You can handle it yourself. Our factory can pick up the goods ourselves. Go and figure it out."
He had said his piece and didn't want to keep managing these people indefinitely.
There was nothing else Master Sun could do but go back and ask again, hoping to negotiate a better price.
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