Zhang Cheng gave Zhang Jianhao ten yuan and told him to find a craftsman to make a signboard with the six characters "National Treasury Bond Recycling Center".
Li Yuanyuan accepted the task and went to find a carpenter to build two counters in the shop.
These days, making a signboard is simple: plan a piece of wood, paint it white, and then write the words in black paint.
In less than half an hour, Zhang Jianhao returned carrying the newly made plaque, which could be hung up as soon as the paint dried.
Zhang Cheng told Zhang Jianhao to stay and help Li Yuanyuan, then rode his bicycle straight to the county hospital.
The purchasing department office is located on the second floor of the hospital.
Upon seeing Zhang Cheng, Zhou Qiyuan warmly poured him hot water, then took out several stacks of brand-new treasury bonds from a drawer, his face beaming with smiles.
"Xiao Zhang, I've done my job well, a total of 36,000! You have no idea, as soon as they heard I was collecting treasury bonds, they all treated me like a god of wealth."
Treasury bonds have been issued for several years, but the government has been slow to redeem them, and the people have long lost confidence in them.
Now that someone is willing to take it, I'm naturally very happy.
Zhang Cheng nodded, carefully put away the treasury bonds, said goodbye to Zhou Qiyuan, and rode straight to the police station.
With so many treasury bonds, it's not safe to keep them on your own; the police station's evidence room is undoubtedly the best choice.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's purpose, Zhao Daming agreed without hesitation and personally led him to lock the 36,000 treasury bonds in the evidence room.
There are police officers on duty there 24 hours a day, so there's no chance of anything going wrong.
Back in his office, Zhao Daming handed Zhang Cheng a cigarette, lit one for himself, and frowned deeply.
"Brother, do you have a way to get rid of those people from Wang Village?"
Zhang Cheng took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, "Brother Zhao, I really can't help you with this."
I've already stopped the herbal gift box business; I can't handle the tens of thousands of kilograms of Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng they have.”
"Sigh!" Zhao Daming sighed heavily.
“At the meeting this morning, I mentioned to Zhao Guoyang of the supply and marketing cooperative that I asked him to help me buy the batch of herbs from Wang Village at the original price. Zhao Guoyang agreed, but the people in Wang Village refused, saying that they wouldn't make any money and would even lose money.”
Wangcun bought the Polygonatum at 1.5 yuan per kilogram, and the supply and marketing cooperative was only willing to offer that price.
They worked hard for more than half a month, but didn't earn a penny. In fact, they had to pay for their own travel and food expenses, so naturally they refused.
Unable to sell the medicinal herbs, dozens of people from Wang Village refused to leave the police station.
Yesterday, all I was asked to do was arrange accommodation, but today even my food and drink have to be provided by the institute.
Zhao Daming was in a real bind. The matter had been reported to the city, just as Funing County was undergoing a crucial evaluation process.
Fearing they would cause trouble, the municipal party committee ordered Zhao Daming to resolve the issue within three days.
Zhao Daming was utterly overwhelmed; the people of Wang Village were insisting that the price of Huangjing (Polygonatum sibiricum) was at least three pieces.
Four pieces of Tianqi (a traditional Chinese medicine), totaling thirty to forty thousand yuan, but the police station only has six hundred yuan in its account. How can they possibly fill this hole?
Zhang Cheng remained silent.
As long as the people of Wang Village cling to the idea of getting rich from medicinal herbs, this problem remains unsolved. The city is even less likely to buy them at a high price; opening this door would lead to endless troubles.
"Chief!" Liu Zhongren knocked on the open office door, peeked in, saw Zhang Cheng, and grinned.
"The two villagers from Wang Village who went missing last night have been found!"
"Where is he?" Zhao Daming asked immediately.
"He was just brought here by the people from the cardboard box factory!"
"What?"
Liu Zhongren also looked helpless: "Those two didn't get lost, they sneaked into the cardboard factory to steal things..."
Zhao Daming's forehead veins throbbed after hearing this. Those people from Wang Village are such a headache! "What did the cardboard factory say?"
“Wangcun has already sent people to talk to them. I think if the cardboard box factory doesn’t investigate further, they should just give them a few words of advice and let it go. Don’t make things worse.”
Liu Zhongren made the suggestion.
Zhao Daming waved his hand: "You handle this."
Inside the mediation room, Wang Hongzhao was bowing and apologizing to a middle-aged man with a dark complexion.
"Sir, Jianzi and Weiguo are young and ignorant. Please be magnanimous and forgive them this time."
Don't worry, as long as you don't pursue the matter, I'll beat them with a carrying pole right in front of you to vent your anger!
Wang Hongzhao cursed Wang Jian in his heart.
Sheng Changnan, the factory manager of the cardboard box factory, had a grim face. He hadn't wanted to escalate the situation, but yesterday evening...
Zhou Qiyuan from the hospital suddenly called to say that the herbal gift box was temporarily no longer needed.
He had worked overtime to produce more than 10,000 gift boxes at his factory, but now they were all stuck in his hands, and he was furious.
Last night, those two clueless rascals sneaked into the factory to steal again and were caught red-handed.
Although he kept saying that a few broken cardboard boxes weren't worth much, Sheng Changnan still tied them up and left them to freeze in the warehouse overnight.
They were only brought over at noon, partly out of a desire to teach them a lesson.
Hearing Wang Hongzhao speak so earnestly, his anger subsided considerably, and he was about to give in.
"Mr. Zhang?"
Sheng Changnan caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking past the mediation room out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He suddenly stood up, and under Wang Hongzhao's astonished gaze, rushed out of the mediation room, shouting, "Boss Zhang! Boss Zhang!"
Zhang Cheng, who was about to leave, stopped and turned around upon hearing the sound.
"Director Qian, it's been a long time." Zhang Cheng smiled and extended his hand.
Sheng Changnan rushed forward, grasped Zhang Cheng's hands tightly, and plastered a fawning smile on his face:
"Mr. Zhang, those herbal gift boxes were selling so well, why did you suddenly stop making them?"
"There's been a minor issue; we'll have to hold off for now."
Sheng Changnan's face immediately fell: "Boss Zhang, to be honest, the factory has more than 10,000 gift boxes in stock, and you suddenly don't want them anymore..."
Zhang Cheng withdrew his hand and gently patted Sheng Changnan's arm:
"Director Qian, it's just a temporary halt, not a complete cessation of production. Could you please keep those gift boxes for me for the next six months?"
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