Chapter 168 Wei Yang's Tactics
Back in the dormitory, Wang Qun looked at Song Lubai expectantly and asked, "I don't really like those people, but what the director said is a bit tempting. What should I do?"
Song Lubai didn't give her that idea.
If she agrees, and things don't go well between them, Wang Qun will blame her; if she doesn't agree, and Wang Qun is assigned to a lower-level farm, she'll regret it and blame her.
"You make the decision yourself; I don't even know what the other person is like."
Wang Qun asked, "And what about you?"
Song Lubai didn't want her to follow suit, so she shook her head and said with a heavy heart, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Seeing that she was also like this, Wang Qun sighed and said, "You've only met once and you're already asking for my opinion. Isn't that too fast? How are we going to make a decision?"
There were so many single male soldiers that almost every woman who went to the social event that day was asked about her situation.
The male colleagues in the supply and marketing department felt very uncomfortable when they found out.
It's incredibly unfair to women that they can stay in Shicheng if they find a soldier as a partner.
After the last day of training, Song Lubai began to feel uneasy, fearing that she would be assigned to a regiment in the lower-level units.
With only seven days left until the Lunar New Year, Song Lubai finally remembered that she needed to send some things home.
But she didn't have many receipts; she had used all the ones she could, and she didn't know what to buy to send back.
The raisins were good, but they were a non-staple food item and required a receipt. Song Lubai had asked many people but hadn't been able to get a receipt.
I went to the department store with Feng Ying and the others. It was close to the end of the year, and the department store was packed with people. The people at the front of the line couldn't buy white sugar or brown sugar. Even the lowest quality sugar that was only sweet was sold out.
The customers were screaming with excitement.
"How can we celebrate the New Year if we can't buy candy? Are you deliberately keeping it away for your relatives and friends?"
The sales clerk at the counter rolled her eyes and said, "If we had it, would we not sell it? We're out today, come back tomorrow."
The customer became even more agitated upon hearing this, "Why do we have to wait until tomorrow to sell them? Why should we? If we can't buy them every day, who has the time to queue up every day?"
The salesperson said rudely, "I didn't make you line up. Buy it or not, it's not up to me whether I sell to you or not. If you're not buying, move aside, the people behind you still want to buy."
The customer, furious and glaring, was helpless against the salesperson, standing there fuming but not knowing what to do.
The customers in line sympathized with his plight, but there was nothing they could do to help.
If you offend the salesperson, they won't sell it to you even if they have the item.
Feng Ying said, "You should post your article in the department store so that the sales clerks can study it and see how arrogant they are every day."
Song Lubai's article about service attitude was read aloud in class by the instructor. Although she felt a little ashamed, it was an honor and a small achievement for her.
She always felt regretful that it was already 1966 and she no longer had the opportunity to go to university.
Ten years from now, she will definitely have been working for ten years. I wonder if she will still have the desire to take the college entrance examination in ten years.
"If you work in a department store in the future, just don't be like them."
Feng Ying snorted, "We've suffered a lot at their hands, but we're not going to adopt their attitude."
After queuing for half an hour, Song Lubai bought some hair accessories and saccharin-based cookies that didn't require tickets, and also bought a menstrual belt in the lingerie section. She didn't need anything else, but she didn't have the tickets to buy the things she wanted.
In the past, during the Spring Festival, her mother and Lin Dahai would go out to prepare for the New Year before dawn, and then queue up to buy meat and tofu after dark, braving the cold wind to stand in line at the store entrance early in the morning.
She's all alone this year and doesn't have much to prepare.
Back at the entrance of the supply and marketing department, they saw Wei Yang waiting at the door with some things in his hands, and Feng Ying and the others started exchanging knowing glances.
Upon approaching, Feng Ying smiled and said, "Comrade Wei, you're here again?"
Wei Yang nodded and took out a kilogram of raisins and peanuts from the cloth bag on his left. "It's almost Chinese New Year, take these home and eat them."
The girls were just there to watch the fun, not to take advantage of the situation, and they all looked at Song Lubai with questioning eyes, asking if she could accept the offer.
It's almost Chinese New Year, and there's not even a peanut shell in the dorm. It's a bit unacceptable not to have any snacks.
Before Song Lubai could speak, Wei Yang patted the two cloth bags he was carrying, "Here you go, I have quite a few more."
Song Lubai missed the food at the state-run restaurant and said, "Then I'll treat you to dinner later."
A smile appeared in Wei Yang's eyes.
Having taken advantage of Wei Yang, Feng Ying felt it necessary to remind him: "Comrade Wei, we held a social gathering before. So many soldiers came that day. You didn't see how lively it was. All the female comrades from our unit went."
The subtle hints successfully aroused Wei Yang's sense of crisis.
No one knows better than him what the social club does.
Wei Yang handed the cloth bag on the right to Feng Ying: "Please take this back for Comrade Song. It's a package sent by her family and delivered to the Sixth Farm."
“I saw it at the post office the day before yesterday, so I’ll bring it to you today.”
"Song Lubai, let's go, it's lunchtime."
He had originally planned to visit an elder in the military region after delivering the gifts, but he has now changed his mind.
Before leaving, Song Lubai made sure to ask Feng Ying to take her lunchbox to the cafeteria and get her a meal.
Eating an extra meal a day won't make you gain weight; at most, you won't feel hungry at night.
Even if she doesn't eat, she'll still have money deducted for nothing.
If the food gets cold, we can reheat it on the stove; we can't afford to lose money.
It's still the Chunlai Restaurant.
Seeing the list of available items written on the blackboard, Wei Yang ordered his food, took out his money and tickets from his pocket, and handed them through the window.
He turned to Song Lubai, who was holding up the money, and said, "Take it back. You can pay next time."
It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was crowded, so the two of them shared a square table with other people.
Wei Yang took out wool coupons and cotton coupons from his pocket. "I don't need these. You can take them."
Yarn coupons can be used to buy yarn, which can be used to crochet sweaters, knit scarves, gloves, and long trousers.
He paused for a moment and then said, "If you know how to knit a scarf, you can knit one for me. I have some food coupons, so I'll consider it an exchange."
Song Lubai felt that he was trying to trick her.
She didn't speak, so he continued, "If you don't need them, I'll give them to someone else. I eat in the cafeteria every day, so these tickets are useless to me anyway."
As the two women were talking, a young man at their table lowered his voice and asked, "How do you exchange sugar coupons? Comrade, do you have any sugar coupons or meat coupons?"
Wei Yang said in a low voice, "All my tickets belong to her. I will only give them to someone else if she doesn't need them."
Song Lu's face flushed.
She said, "I'll knit you a scarf. Show me the ticket."
She can't knit sweaters, but she can knit scarves with simple stitches.
In a good mood, Wei Yang took out a stack of receipts.
Song Lubai glanced at it and found that all the grain coupons were national, with very few local ones. She wondered where he got them from.
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