My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 117 You are right
The next day, Weidong was asked to go to the machinery factory.

Using dozens of small packaging bags that I brought from Shanghai, I sealed and vacuumed the twenty or thirty finger-sized pieces of salt-baked tongue, tangerine peel pork liver, five-spice pork intestines, and sauce-flavored kidneys that I had carefully selected and cut last night on the Shanghai vacuum machine.

A bunch of technicians gathered around.

Imitation imported equipment is already the height they look up to.

No one actually cares about the delicious food in the aluminum lunch box.

Of course, I am too lazy to do high-temperature sterilization, so it is not so particular for temporary use.

I took the ferry back to the dock and bought a small rattan flower basket made in Shangzhou to put these vacuum-packed snacks in.

This is the Three Gorges tourist souvenir currently being sold to tourists on the Shangzhou river beach.

Rattan chairs are particularly common. I don’t know whose idea it was. Who would travel thousands of miles to buy a rattan chair and take it home?

So sales were very dismal.

But this is one of the very few export products of Shangzhou besides pig bristles, sausage casings, etc.

The biggest reason why it has become a poor area is that the net input is almost zero.

When I passed by the tavern at the dock, I asked for the red paper used to seal the wine jars and put it on the lid of the basket. I also bought two taels of white wine and went to see my old boss.

Many years later, this will definitely be a scene of strict defense.

How could you walk into the leader's office with gifts of wine and meat in your arms? Wouldn't that damage your wise image?

But at this moment, the people came to report the good news to the leaders from the bottom of their hearts.

The security guard and the secretary both greeted Rang Weidong: "Hey, I've heard you've been tinkering around over on West Second Street. Have you released a product yet?"

"I should have reported to the leadership long ago. Hurry up, what's going on?"

Rang Weidong handed one to each of them and said, "This is the first batch of trial products. Taste them with your leaders."

At this moment, everyone was really happy to gather around him and go to the office to congratulate him.

If the basket wasn't so small, there would definitely be a scene with drums and gongs.

The old leader also had everything under control. He wore a Zhongshan suit and held a cup of tea with a calm expression: "You are busy doing all sorts of things, I want to see what kind of unique things you can do."

The people around here are just too good at listening.

This seemingly disdainful tone actually carries a hint of doting approval.

The more old-fashioned the leader is, the more this kind of attitude is what the people around him dream of.

It just so happened that the security guard at the previous unit also understood what he was saying. He even knew how to handle it. He deliberately carried the basket carelessly, grabbed a handful and put it on the leader's desk, and said with a proud and complacent look: "Try it!"

So when he was just reborn, he was also worried about what he could do.

At that time, I felt that I had no ability to gain a foothold in the system and would not know how to do anything outside the tax compound. However, I had seen too many small scenes in these compounds. From time to time, other frustrated people who were not favored would come to the guard room to chat while warming themselves by the fire, explaining how shameless these practices were.

In front of such an old leader, being "naive" and proactive is definitely much more pleasing than being shrewd and resourceful.

Because they are too old to do anything energetically anymore, but they have reached the level of perfection in understanding people's hearts.

You are so shrewd and cunning, what is the value of their existence?

Weidong had to be so "reckless" that the old leader immediately burst into laughter.

Like entering a boxing match, he shook off his clothes and picked up a small package: "Tell me, what's the good news you want to report?"

The result is that I can’t tear it apart!
Wei Dong then made a mistake and took it up and tore off a corner with his teeth. He then fetched a pen and paper and wrote down: "You should use something like a nail clipper to make a notch here, so the customer can tear it open."

The kind of passionate devotion to research and thinking about work is still well-interpreted.

The old leader would only think that this was a capable employee, so he was very tolerant. He took it without asking any questions, tore it open, looked at it carefully, and started chewing it.

This is already a trust.

For managers of a region with a population of more than seven million, personal food safety is of paramount importance, not to mention fine clothes and delicious food.

Then he covered his mouth and said, "What is this!"

It scared those who were craning their necks at the door to congratulate.

Wei Dong was also a little surprised: "What?"

Unexpectedly, the old boss waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I can't bite it. I have a loose tooth at the back that's stuck."

Weidong had to look it up: "Let's have the five-spice pig intestines. They're chewy and meant to be eaten for fun, not to fill your stomach. They're delicious when chewed, and they're great with some wine, the best Taibai wine."

During work, the old boss really took the lid off the porcelain pot and took a sip: "Hmm! Interesting, long aftertaste!" He asked Weidong to pick through the small transparent packages: "This is a famous Sichuan dish from Master Zhao of Jiangzhou Queen's Restaurant. It's tangerine peel and pig intestines. In the restaurant, it costs ten yuan a plate, but our Shangzhou version is only eight cents to ten cents a piece."

There was already an uproar at the door. How could one dish cost less than a month's salary?!

Weidong pulled out another one, tore it open, and handed it over. "This is tender and easy on the teeth. It's salt-baked pig heart. I made a special trip to Yuezhou. This is the famous dish of Chef Liao, the Cantonese chef of the first five-star hotel in China, which just opened in February last year. Several leaders visited the Swan Hotel last year and praised the food highly."

Any dish that Emperor Qianlong tasted during his trip to the south of the Yangtze River will be passed down through the ages, and this trick will remain powerful no matter how many years pass.

Everyone quickly looked at what was in their hands and tried to taste it.

The old leader's eyes lit up, and he said seriously, "You've put a lot of thought into this. You can even get in touch with people from such a long distance. Can the people still afford it?"

Let Weidong carry the basket to the coffee table next to you and take care of you to sit over. "Not much, not much. Some things depend on talent. Let me tell you from the beginning what our Shangzhou's advantages are."

He even turned around and threatened the others: "This is a trade secret, you guys aren't trying to eavesdrop on it, are you?"

The people in the surrounding offices really wanted to listen, and they really wanted to have a better relationship with this young reform explorer who was skilled and tactful and had a good relationship with the leaders.

Seeing that the old leader had sat down with a smile but did not say anything, they naturally dispersed with a smile, and turned around to secretly say to the young man how amazing he was.

If I were to work for the leader, I'm afraid I would be able to rise quickly.

To be honest, Weidong had spent a lot of time accompanying the retired old Shi in planting flowers and tending grass, and they had become very familiar with each other.

He was very familiar with this kind of scene: "Didn't I come here to tell you that I want to start a leather shoe company? I've even applied for the company in Jiangzhou. First of all, there is a prerequisite. No matter what is produced, it must be sold first to be considered successful. I happen to be cheating now. I am very confident that I can sell the products, so the key is what to sell."

The old leader would not rush to ask where this confidence came from. At least he listened to Weidong's story of selling cameras by the West Lake.

He just nodded slowly, took another opened piece of braised pork kidney, sniffed the aroma but didn't eat it.

The main reason was to make Wei Dong's speech quite attractive: "Right? Without investigation, you have no right to speak. Before I got to know the businesses related to live pig foreign trade on West Second Street in depth, I really underestimated Shangzhou's potential. I thought that if I didn't see any locally produced leather shoes, I would still have the leather factories to pick up the tanneries. But in fact, from pig bristles, pig skins, pork, to sausage casings, lard, etc., everything is precious. The only thing left is the pig offal, which costs only a dime a string..."

The old leader ate it first and then applauded: "It tastes good, and the idea is even more ingenious. Very good, very good!"

It was obvious that he was really happy. He picked up the cup and took a sip, and then gestured to Weidong to drink some as well.

Let Weidong finish explaining his choices and how difficult the current situation was. "Didn't I tell you before that I sold a lot of bacon in Jiangzhou? Some of it was sold to the better restaurants in Jiangzhou, so I knew some chefs and masters. I took dozens of kilograms of offal from the slaughterhouse, and when I got home and my friends tried all kinds of cooking, none of them tasted good. Finally, I thought of seeking advice from experts. Only top chefs can make offal, which is despised by ordinary people, into delicious food. That's the basis for selling it nationwide."

The old leader nodded happily and ate another one.

This thing is really used at times like this, when you can chat and drink a little wine. There is no need to go through the trouble of cooking or frying. Just grab a handful and simply make it a side dish with melon seeds and peanuts.

It's very delicious.

In some places in the southwest, even fried stones can be made into dishes, and they can be eaten with wine.

We are so poor that we can’t get any food.

This piece is probably enough for a meal.

But the difficulties Weidong faced were simply incredible: "We want to sell this stuff nationwide. How can we ensure that it does not deteriorate over time? First of all, we need a vacuum sealing packaging machine. If we don't have one, our Shangzhou Machinery Factory will make it ourselves!"

The old leader couldn't help but pick up the wrinkled, tight packaging and examine it with surprise: "We made it ourselves?"

Rang Weidong shook his head. "It's difficult. These are made using machines developed by the Shanghai Food Machinery Factory. They're imitations of Japanese equipment, costing over 100,000 yuan each. These plastic bags, including food-grade vinyl film bags, can only be imported. This means that if we want to deliver Shangzhou's delicious snacks to people across the country, we have to buy imported materials and pay taxes to foreigners."

If you tell this to officials in coastal areas, they might scoff at this tone, but for cadres in old revolutionary base areas who insist on strict prevention, this is a great stimulus.

The delicious food just now is now hot in my hands!
Just looking at it, his serious expression seemed to make the snack melt.

Weidong, however, whispered, "So we're just going to stop doing this? Stop selling offal nationwide and boost the economy? We're just going to run away from all these problems and let the pig liver and offal noodles, which the whole city can't finish, be worth a penny?"

He said this from the bottom of his heart. Shangzhou is very poor now.

To be frank, those women and children digging for charcoal fire under the garbage cliff are no different from those decades ago. They just survived, but their lives are still very difficult.

Those foreign trades did not bring any changes to the local area.

Because the whole country is extremely poor at this moment.

So without waiting for a response, he answered himself: "I even went to Yuezhou to seek advice from a Cantonese chef who was said to have preservation technology. Why would he teach me his secret weapon for free? I set up a sales company in Yuezhou. If the sales were good, I would give him a share of the profits. So he not only gave me some Cantonese recipes, but also the core means of preservation technology. However, traditional technology can only last for ten days or half a month. Ultimately, technology will have to solve the problem. But without funding to promote research and development, and without more smart people to study and delve into it and receive generous rewards, technology will not develop. Ultimately, this is the meaning of reform and opening up: first learn from others, and then surpass them one by one."

This was his personal experience. Sitting in that peaceful security booth, he felt the ever-changing situation from the small video screen on his mobile phone.

I really admire the major directions, policies, major steps and countless unknown participants in the reform over the years.

So it is full of emotion, without any of the loud and excited slogans, but rather a down-to-earth and steady feeling.

The old leaders are all masters who have experienced many struggles and can hear the true feelings contained in it.

He looked up at the young man and smiled, "You're right."

(End of this chapter)