After dawdling for almost an hour, Zhou Qiyuan finally returned, beaming with a smile that never left his face.
"Xiao Zhang, it's done! Money in hand!" Zhou Qiyuan slammed a stack of brand-new ten-yuan notes on the table, his eyes practically glued to the table. "One hundred boxes each of Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng gift sets, I sold them to the hospital for fifteen or thirty yuan each. Hehe, Dean Ge nodded, and with a little sizing on my end, the money was settled on the spot—four thousand five hundred yuan!" He spoke with a booming voice. Good heavens, four thousand five hundred yuan! How many years would it take him to save up without eating or drinking?
Zhang Cheng picked up the stack of money, counted out a thousand yuan and pushed it to Zhou Qiyuan: "To round it up, a thousand yuan." Then he counted out another thousand yuan and stuffed it into his hand: "This, please help me pay back Yihan, the money I borrowed from her before."
Where did Yihan get so much money? Zhou Qiyuan was completely stunned.
Seeing his foolish look, Zhang Cheng didn't say much, and took out another five hundred yuan: "Take this money, use it to rent a shop."
After giving Zhou Qiyuan a few more instructions on what to pay attention to, Zhang Cheng left the office and went to the third-floor inpatient department.
The seven injured villagers look almost recovered; once their fevers subside, they should be fine.
I counted my pockets: I earned two thousand from selling gift boxes, over four hundred from selling tickets yesterday, and a little over one hundred from Liu Yihan, totaling a little over two thousand five hundred. The money felt heavy in my cotton-padded coat, filling both pockets.
Now that he had the money, he had to spend it. He called Zhang Da Nao, and the two of them went to the supply and marketing cooperative together.
"Brother, Director Zhao went to the city for a meeting!" Mo Qijing greeted him as soon as he entered. She guessed it was because of the 10.12 case; the county leaders were all on a roll, probably holding meetings every day, figuring out how to upgrade Funing to a prefecture-level city.
"Sister, could you please pay this 500 yuan to the finance department for me?" I had previously used the consignment store's certificate to buy 500 yuan worth of goods on credit, and now that I have some extra money, I need to pay it back as soon as possible.
Mo Qijing knew about this and smiled as she took the money: "Brother, a lot of people have come to ask you if you're selling those gift boxes these past few days. Why don't you spare a few boxes to give away?"
Zhang Cheng waved his hand and smiled. Once the shop on South Street is set up, there will naturally be a place to sell; there's no need to open this door at the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Sister, get me another 500 jin of coarse grains and 100 jin of white rice..." Seeing Zhang Cheng take out another 500 yuan, Mo Qijing thought to herself, "This brother of mine is really rich now."
"Brother, I have something to tell you," Mo Qijing leaned closer and whispered, "The supply and marketing cooperative just received three television sets. Do you want to get one?"
Zhang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately shook his head. Television was good, but their Zhangjia Village didn't even have electricity yet.
"Sister, let's forget about the TV, there's no electricity in the village." He pointed to Zhang Datou, who was still standing there dumbfounded. "Sister, leave the goods here for now, and I'll come and pick them up in a couple of days."
"OK!"
At this moment, Zhang Da's mind was buzzing. He knew that the village had only scraped together a little over nine hundred yuan for medical expenses, and he also knew that treatment and lodging in a guesthouse would cost more than two thousand yuan. But just now, Er Gouzi had pulled out a handful of ten-yuan notes from his pocket, at least twenty or thirty of them, right? Where did Er Gouzi get that money...?
"Big Head Bro, you go back to the hospital first, I still have some things to take care of."
"Oh, oh oh!" Zhang Da-nao nodded blankly.
Zhang Cheng boarded Zhou Qiyuan's old bicycle and headed straight for the Construction and Reform Bureau.
He's going to buy a house! He has 1,500 yuan left in his pocket, and it's just sitting there anyway, so he might as well buy a house first.
Buying a house at this time of year is complicated in some ways, and simple in others. It's simple because the county leaders support residents buying commercial housing; it's complicated because the Construction and Reform Bureau needs to stamp the documents and check your background. Zhang Cheng came here this time hoping to get a favor from Section Chief Wang and save himself some trouble.
Before long, Zhang Cheng arrived at the Construction and Reform Bureau by bicycle. It was almost Chinese New Year, and the place was deserted; there wasn't a soul in sight, not even the gatekeeper was on duty.
Zhang Cheng ran up to the second floor and peered through the small window in the office door. Good heavens, there was no one there! The main door was wide open, and there wasn't even a person on duty. That's unbelievable.
"What are you doing?" Just as I was about to leave, someone asked me from behind.
Zhang Cheng turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit walking over from the toilet while fastening his belt.
"Hello, comrade, I'm here to buy a house!" Zhang Cheng quickly went up to him, took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to him.
The man glanced at him, took the cigarette, and tucked it behind his ear: "Let's talk in the office."
"Okay, boss."
Once inside the office, the man sat down in a chair, still glancing at Zhang Cheng repeatedly: "Where are you from?"
"Boss, from Zhangjia Village."
"Zhangjia Village? You've come here to buy commercial housing?"
"Yes, buy a house."
"Okay, where's the slip stamped by the village? And the ledger you kept for earning work points..."
Zhang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Where would he get these? "Boss, is Section Chief Wang here?"
"You know Section Chief Wang?" The middle-aged man frowned. "Knowing Section Chief Wang won't help; the procedures still need to be followed."
Hey, aren't you going to give Section Chief Wang any face? Section Chief Wang has a lot of power in the Construction and Renovation Bureau. It seems this guy isn't an ordinary person either. Zhang Cheng doesn't necessarily need to use connections, but according to the rules, he really doesn't have those materials, especially where the money came from—it's hard to say.
"Boss, how about this, I'll go to the police station and get a certificate, okay?"
"What good is a police station certificate when buying a house?" The other party still acted as if they were following the rules. Zhang Cheng was completely at a loss and simply said, "Then I'll ask Secretary Liu to issue a note?"
"Secretary Liu? Which Secretary Liu?" The man put down the white porcelain mug in his hand and looked at Zhang Cheng to ask.
Zhang Cheng smirked: "How many more Secretary Lius do we have in Funing County?"
The one from the municipal party committee? The middle-aged man named Huang Jie's heart skipped a beat, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face. He wasn't sure if this kid was bragging.
"Boss, did the city call all the heads of departments to a meeting today?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the quartz clock on the wall. "They've probably all finished by now. Why don't you call the police station and ask Chief Zhao Daming to issue me a certificate?"
"Oh, right, call the supply and marketing cooperative again, ask for Director Zhao, he can help too. I have some connections with the supply and marketing cooperative."
"And the hospital, I'll call Dean Ge and ask him to stamp it too. I also have a partnership with the hospital."
Huang Jie's eyelids twitched, and he almost cursed out loud. Who was this kid? How did he know everyone? Judging from his tone, he must have some special relationship with these high-ranking officials?
Huang Jie frowned as he looked at Zhang Cheng, who was smiling in front of him.
A few seconds later, Huang Jie suddenly put on a smiling face, "Young man, the city is very supportive of people buying commercial housing now, and many procedures can be simplified. Here, I'll stamp your application, you can take the slip, and you can buy a commercial house. By the way, I suggest you take a look in the west of the city."
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