After hanging up the phone, Jia Yongjun and Manager Tian of the restaurant both looked at the woman who had spoken so casually with a look that was hard to describe and shrouded in ambiguity.
Jia Yongjun, who had been by Mu Xia's side, knew that the three half-scrapped oil presses at the oil mill were currently being used to develop a chick incubator.
It's no exaggeration to say that things that are about to end up in the junkyard become coveted treasures in her mouth.
His gaze, tinged with a hint of unease, lingered on the three women. After a moment, he seemed to understand, and asked Mu Xia with certainty:
You can repair the oil press.
Affirmative sentences are not interrogative sentences.
She can not only repair it, but also modify the existing machinery to make it press oil faster and with a higher oil yield.
There was no need to reveal this to the person in front of her before she had obtained the item, so Mu Xia raised her eyebrows, neither confirming nor denying.
In terms of the "software-centric" mindset, the prerequisite for gaining attention is to demonstrate sufficient value.
Upon seeing her expression, Jia Yongjun hissed, and the thought that had been lingering in his mind for a long time became clearer.
These are all truly capable children. Why don't they stay in the positions that need them and shine, instead of going to the countryside to farm?
The biggest obstacle to winning over the three was the grinning, goofy guy in the middle, so he said:
"Comrade Ruan, after the incident with the winter coat, I've gained a deeper understanding of your background. Would you consider working for the provincial department?"
He's a section chief; recruiting a few people under his command wouldn't be difficult for him.
Noticing that Ruan Xianxian wanted to speak, he raised his hand to make a stop gesture, "I know there are some issues with your identity."
"What if I could help your grandmother return to her hometown?"
Ruan Xianxian's mind raced. Had they investigated, or had they not investigated completely? Gong Ye said that Grandma's transfer order had been fully approved.
She should have returned to Beijing by now, but the flooding delayed her, and her grandmother wanted to see her one last time, so Yan Fenghua is still in Heilongjiang Province.
If Yan Fenghua remains trapped on the farm, she might actually have to stay in the provincial capital and serve this old fox like a slave in order to save her grandmother.
Now...
He clicked his tongue inwardly, but maintained an innocent smile on his face: "Sorry, boss, I'm planning to go back to my village to hatch ducks for the materials needed for this batch of winter clothing."
Disappointment flashed across Jia Yongjun's eyes, then he turned to Mu Xia: "And you? With such advanced mechanical skills, do you want to go back to the village to repair tractors?"
Mu Xia: "I'm planning to go back to the village and raise ducks."
Noticing Jia Yongjun looking at her, Zhao Di swallowed nervously, her words stammering, "I, I'm going back to the village to pluck the ducks' feathers."
Sure enough, unable to handle the leader, he didn't even consider the other two, but he was still amused and annoyed by their reasons, pointing to the door:
"go out."
"Oh!" The trio of Meng Buli, Jiao Jiao Buli Meng, obediently lined up and walked towards the door. After everyone went out, Ruan Xianxian peeked back halfway up the door frame.
"Leader, I'm serious. Our brigade will be among the first to pilot the production of chick incubators."
"You've taken a liking to me, haven't you? Putting everything else aside, how about you give me the chicken and duck meat the provincial canteen needs?"
The breeding farm is barely established, and they're already looking for suppliers and buyers? Jia Yongjun chuckled. Although they can't be used for his own purposes, the contributions and abilities of the three women are undeniable.
He waved his hand, "Come to the provincial department to find the procurement department and sign a contract for the specific supply volume after your farm is built."
This was considered an agreement, so Ruan Xianxian quickly flattered her a few times, then, a thought crossed her mind, and she asked with a smile:
"If our village-run factory is not approved by the commune or is deliberately making things difficult, could I mention your name? Would it be convenient for you to leave me your office phone number?"
"You little rascal who always knows how to take advantage of others!" Jia Yongjun laughed and scolded, but still picked up the pen and paper on the table and wrote down his office phone number.
Ruan Xianxian hurriedly took the note with both hands, folded it, put it in her pocket, and patted it.
Watching this guy stagger out of the conference room, the door closed again, and Manager Tian raised an eyebrow in surprise:
"When did you become so mild-mannered? This is really unlike your usual style, Lao Jia."
This old fox is a true shrewd operator; he can blend in with those at the grassroots level and even those at the highest levels have to give him face.
Why does he want people to go through such a roundabout way? If he just gave a heads-up, wouldn't the educated youth office be eager to hand them over?
Jia Yongjun looked helpless. Did he not want to? After reviewing the progress of this exhibition, Feng Guang specifically named winter clothing and chicken incubators as the main projects promoted by Heilongjiang Province at this year's Canton Fair.
He denied being warned by the "madman" and smiled meaningfully: "Birds need to be released back into the forest to continue creating value for nature."
Putting them in cages will only stifle their wildness and reduce them to mere objects of entertainment.
Manager Tian thought it made sense, so he stopped talking and started talking about other things.
...
Sun, the accountant of the flat-topped brigade, looked at the brigade leader, who seemed a bit off ever since he hung up the phone, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, and asked curiously:
"Did that troublemaker cause trouble in the provincial capital?"
Xiang Hongjun's anxious steps faltered, and he clenched his fist and slammed it into his palm, saying, "This is a good mess."
This year, due to torrential rains, many of the crops planted were flooded, and by the time they were replanted, the optimal season had passed, so the harvest is still uncertain.
After paying the grain tax, I'm afraid this winter will be hard to get through.
Ruan Zhiqing's phone call was like a timely rain, reminding him of an old comrade-in-arms he had recently met in the county. During their chat, the comrade had mentioned that the provincial capital was intentionally supporting the economy.
Having served in the army and fought in the military, Xiang Hongjun might not have been as adept at scheming and intrigue as the battalion commanders, but his experience destined him to have a vision far beyond that of ordinary people.
I thought about it late at night, how to lead the team to benefit from the economic support, but I came up with nothing!
The revenue generated above was foreign exchange, which even factories in the county might not be able to match, let alone Pingtou Brigade. Just when he thought his idea was too far-fetched and was about to give up...
Stirring... oh no, little auntie has just delivered an opportunity, hasn't she?
Based on the banter between the old man and the young woman, Xiang Hongjun easily discerned that his young aunt's urgent yet subtle urging and reminders were probably more than just about the oil press.
But he dared not think too much about it, fearing that the greater his expectations, the greater his disappointment.
Keenness and decisiveness are the most basic professional qualities of a veteran. He was even a little impatient and took out three Bat cigarettes that his daughter had saved up to give him as a filial gift.
"Xiao Sun, I'm going back to pack some things. You quickly get on your bike and go to the county to buy two train tickets to the provincial capital."
"Hurry, we need to be in the provincial capital by tomorrow morning at the latest."
Accountant Sun was infected by the team leader's anxiety and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay! I'll go home and pack a couple of clothes, and I'll go right away."
Xiang Hongjun looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you packing your clothes to buy a train ticket?"
Accountant Sun was also confused: "Two train tickets, weren't you asking me to come with you to the provincial capital?"
The captain kicked her, "Who said they'd take you under their wing? Is my youngest daughter not good enough? Or is a high school diploma not prestigious enough?"
I need to bring you, a complete idiot who only graduated from elementary school and can only do basic addition and subtraction, into the city.
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