I'll pay you a storage fee based on the number of items you receive, how about that?
Sheng Changnan was overjoyed upon hearing this. More than ten thousand gift boxes sounded like a lot, but when folded up, they didn't actually take up much space.
"Mr. Zhang, thank you so much! Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to the workers."
As Wang Hongzhao walked out of the mediation room, he saw Sheng Changnan bowing and scraping to Zhang Cheng, and was momentarily stunned.
Zhang Cheng also saw him and smiled and nodded at him.
Sheng Changnan followed Zhang Cheng's gaze and saw that it was Wang Hongzhao. He lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know him?"
"Yes, from the next village."
"Oh dear, we're all family! This is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple!"
Sheng Changnan laughed heartily, then turned to Wang Hongzhao, his attitude making a complete 180-degree turn.
"Young man, I'll let bygones be bygones regarding what happened before, out of respect for Boss Zhang. However, you absolutely mustn't do this petty theft again!"
Upon hearing that the matter was no longer being pursued, and seeing Sheng Changnan's respectful demeanor towards Zhang Cheng, Wang Hongzhao concluded that it was Zhang Cheng's influence that had played a role.
He gritted his teeth, strode up to Zhang Cheng, and looked excited.
"Ergouzi, I can't thank you enough! When we get back to the village, I'll have Wang Jian and Wang Weiguo go to your village with drums and gongs to thank you!"
"There's no need." Zhang Cheng shook his head with the same faint smile, offering no explanation for the misunderstanding.
Sheng Changnan chimed in, "Boss Zhang, it's getting late. How about I treat you..."
"Then I shall respectfully comply."
Wang Hongzhao watched with complicated emotions as Zhang Cheng and Sheng Changnan walked side by side, chatting and laughing, out of the police station.
Since Sheng Changnan stopped pursuing the matter, and the police station also wanted to settle things peacefully, Wang Jian and Wang Weiguo were quickly released.
Wang Jian still looked indignant, muttering, "It's just a few broken cardboard boxes, why are we being taken to the police station?"
"Bang!"
Wang Jian felt a sharp pain in his back as he was slammed to the ground by a powerful force.
Wang Hongzhao's face was ashen, his hand gripping a carrying pole tightly. He didn't even glance at Wang Jian lying on the ground.
He then raised the carrying pole again and smashed it down on Wang Weiguo's head and face.
None of the villagers from Wang Village nearby stepped forward to stop him. He was arrested for theft and taken to the police station.
It's not just an individual who has lost face, but the entire Wangcun village.
"Uncle Hongzhao, why did you hit me!" Wang Jian winced in pain; the carrying pole hadn't held back at all.
"What? Do I have to repeat what you've done?"
"If it weren't for Zhang Ergouzi from Zhangjia Village speaking up for you, you would all be going to jail!" Wang Hongzhao angrily rebuked.
"What does Zhang Ergouzi have to do with this!" Wang Jian retorted, sticking out his neck.
"Hmph!" Wang Hongzhao snorted coldly and embellished the story of Sheng Changnan currying favor with Zhang Cheng.
The villagers of Wang Village were stunned to hear that even the factory manager of the cardboard box factory had to be mindful of Zhang Ergouzi's feelings.
"It's Zhang Ergouzi again!"
Wang Jian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment. He was convinced he'd been arrested and taken to the police station.
It must be that Zhang Ergouzi colluded with the factory manager of that cardboard box factory to deliberately embarrass him.
Otherwise, it's just a few broken cardboard boxes, why make a fuss and go to the police station?
He forgot that when he was first arrested, Sheng Changnan only asked him to pay for eight gift boxes.
Meanwhile, in a private room at the state-run hotel.
Zhang Cheng and Sheng Changnan sat facing each other. On the table were two dishes and a soup, and the wine was bought from outside.
After a few drinks, Zhang Cheng got to the point: "Director Qian, I heard that your cardboard box factory also has quotas for subscribing to treasury bonds?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Changnan's smile vanished, and he sighed.
"Mr. Zhang, to be honest, most of the work at our cardboard box factory comes from the cannery."
Over the past few years, I haven't made much money at all.
The government insists on issuing treasury bonds again, and they're even allocating the cost to every regular employee... Ugh, never mind, let's drink, let's drink.
He picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp.
Zhang Cheng filled his cup:
"Director Qian, what is the amount of treasury bonds your factory has subscribed to?"
"Five thousand yuan! A whole five thousand yuan!" Sheng Changnan said with a bitter face.
"It's been almost a year... I gritted my teeth and scraped together what I could to buy, and only managed to get 230 yuan..."
For state-owned enterprises, subscribing to treasury bonds is a political task, and cardboard box factories naturally cannot escape it.
Zhang Cheng gently stroked the rim of the wine glass with his fingertips. After a moment, he looked up at Sheng Changnan, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable power.
"Director Qian, I'll take all five thousand yuan worth of quotas. Name your price."
Sheng Changnan suddenly looked up, his hand holding the wine glass trembled, and some wine spilled out.
He thought he had misheard.
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