The road of reality looks both red and professional in name, but is in reality tortuous and circuitous.
Xiao Jiahua turned left and right, asked a lot of people, and finally found the place in the afternoon.
However, Ding Qinqin was right, the president of this supply and marketing cooperative did have a bad temper.
Before Xiao Jiahua even entered the door, he heard someone swearing inside.
"You little brat, you haven't even grown all the hair on your face yet, and you dare to come to me and ask for goods? Don't dream! I tell you, even if the king of heaven comes, you can't get a single wool from me!"
The one who cursed was the president of this company, Shi Zhonglei's cousin Shi Qingchun.
I have seen her at the presidents' meeting of the Jiahua Supply and Marketing Cooperative on campus, but we didn't meet often.
At this moment, Shi Qingchun was cursing fiercely. Behind her, in front of the counter, stood three young female sales clerks. Everyone felt insecure and dared not even breathe.
The scolded "little brat" was carrying a large sack on his back, his voice shaking with anger, "Why are you so unreasonable? These goods were sent by Secretary Ding from the General Company's Goods Department. Why don't you give them to us?"
Shi Qingchun continued to scold: "Humph, don't think I don't know, Ding Qinqin is just a little secretary, she is nothing! Even if her leader Xiao Jiahua comes, she still has to look at my face."
"Yeah?"
Xiao Jiahua leaned against the door and spoke coldly.
"Principal, Principal Manager...why are you here?"
"Sister Xiaoxiao!"
The two people who were arguing were both stunned.
Only then did Xiao Jiahua recognize that the boy who was being scolded was Zuo Xuejun from the town supply and marketing cooperative.
"Xiaojun, why are you like this?" Xiao Jiahua was surprised.
Zuo Xuejun seemed to have seen a savior, and he poured out all the humiliation he had just suffered.
It turned out that at the end of September, major rural areas began to harvest corn. It rained a while ago, and the corn ears were harder to pick than usual, and many people got their hands rubbed raw. Therefore, Mayor Liu and the village heads discussed and decided to provide every household with two pairs of thick-knit gloves.
There are so many villages, and the demand for gloves is huge and urgent, but the town supply and marketing cooperative does not have so much stock. President Liu asked the general manager for help.
Xiao Jiahua: "I know about this. Didn't I arrange for Ding Qinqin to transfer the goods for you yesterday?"
Zuo Xuejun replied: "Secretary Ding has been transferred, but it will take three or four days for the headquarters to collect the corn and send it to our supply and marketing cooperative. All the major farms are rushing to harvest corn and can't wait. So, President Liu asked me to go to the city first and find several supply and marketing cooperatives in the west of the city to get the goods directly."
Zuo Xuejun felt very aggrieved: "Sister Xiaoxiao, other supply and marketing cooperatives in the west of the city have cooperated with the work after seeing my work permit and the transfer order from the company. Only the one on Shishi Road refused to take out the gloves and wanted to kick me out."
Xiao Jiahua comforted Zuo Xuejun: "Sister Shi is an old comrade, she shouldn't deliberately embarrass young people."
After all, Shi Qingchun is the old president and Shi Zhonglei's cousin, so Xiao Jiahua really has to give her some face.
She asked politely, "Comrade Shi, since there is a transfer order from the General Headquarters' Goods Department, why don't you give the gloves to Comrade Xiao? Is there any misunderstanding?"
"Oh, there's no misunderstanding, I just don't want to give it to you."
Shi Qingchun had already sized up Xiao Jiahua several times, and when he saw her coming to inspect the store alone, he couldn't help but look down on her.
Furthermore, Shi Qingchun had heard that Xiao Jiahua was not on good terms with Shi Zhonglei and Ma Lanzhen, so she disliked Xiao Jiahua.
Shi Qingchun said arrogantly: "The gloves in our store are selling very well. Why do you say to adjust the price? I just won't give it to you. What can you do to me? If you have the guts, go and complain to Shi Zhonglei and Wang Zhanfa. I'm not afraid of you!"
Even Director Wang from the Commerce Bureau was brought up. This is a case of not accepting a toast and then drinking a forfeit.
Xiao Jiahua stopped smiling.
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