Siheyuan: Traveling through Cai Quanwu, pretending to be Uncle Shazhu

Director Ma's sudden arrival caught Cai off guard.

"Director, what you said is true. I was just joking. I didn't expect you to come here in person." After Director Ma came in, Cai Quanwu immediately stood up and spoke in a humble tone.

Sometimes you can’t take what your leader says seriously, and you may even have to listen to it in the opposite way. Who knows what the leader is really thinking?

Tsai Quan-wu is well aware that standing out too much is not a good thing.

There is an old saying that the rafters that stick out are the first to rot.

Director Ma ignored Cai Quanwu and walked around the simple fan, looked at it, and then stood in front of the fan to blow it and feel it. Then he commented: "It's really good."

Cai Quanwu did not take Director Ma's comments seriously and said self-deprecatingly: "It's just a patchwork thing. I don't know how long it can be used."

"Don't be modest. It's a skill to be able to piece it together. Otherwise, how could others not be able to do it?" Hearing Cai Quanwu's self-deprecating words, Director Ma waved his hand.

In fact, Cai Quanwu thought too much. Director Ma really had no other intentions and he was speaking from his heart.

In the eyes of Director Ma and his generation, being able to do something that others cannot do is a talent.

Director Ma could say that Cai Quanwu was not easy to respond to. He couldn't pretend to be a big shot in front of his leader, so he could only smile and say:

"I just copied what they did. If I really wanted to do it, the fitters in the steel mill in our yard could do it better than me."

"Steel rolling mill? Is it the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill?" When Director Ma heard Cai Quanwu mention the steel rolling mill, he shifted the topic to the steel rolling mill.

Director Ma's sudden shift of attention left Cai Quanwu stunned.

I don’t know why Director Ma suddenly became interested in the steel mill.

When he asked Sha Zhu to slaughter the pigs last year, he mentioned the steel mill, but Director Ma didn't ask much about it that time.

Later, Sha Zhu got married, and Director Ma also met many people from the steel rolling mill. I don’t know why I suddenly asked about this when he mentioned it today.

Even though he couldn't figure it out, Cai Quanwu still answered honestly:

"Yes, it is the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill."

"My nephew is the cook at the Red Star Steel Mill. I mentioned it to you before, Director. Any questions?"

After Cai Quanwu finished speaking, Director Ma thought about it and then remembered:

"Oh, you mean the guy who came to help kill the pigs last year, Xiao Wu's man. I even attended their wedding banquet."

"So he's from the Red Star Steel Mill. I think you mentioned it before, but I didn't pay attention to it before."

After Director Ma finished speaking, Cai Quanwu asked in confusion: "Director, why do you mention the steel mill so nicely?"

Looking at Cai Quanwu who was full of curiosity, Director Ma explained with a smile:

"Nothing. I was just chatting with the director a while ago, and he mentioned that there seemed to be a logistics leader at the steel mill who was a comrade of our director. He came to the director and wanted to get a batch of unplanned food through the institute."

When Cai Quanwu heard that it was the leader in charge of logistics, he immediately thought of Li Huaide who later took over the position, and tried to ask: "Director, is it someone with the surname Li?"

"Hey, how did you know? His last name is indeed Li. I heard from the director that his family has strong connections." Director Ma was very surprised to see that Cai Quanwu guessed it right away.

"I heard from my nephew that a logistics director named Li was transferred to their factory at the end of last year, so I tried to guess." Cai Quanwu explained with a smile.

"Like This."

Director Ma thought this explanation was reasonable and agreed with Cai Quanwu's statement.

In fact, he was just in a good mood. When he heard Cai Quanwu mention the steel mill, he remembered the conversation he had with the director some time ago, so he asked.

"Okay, let's not talk about the steel mill. I think your fan is pretty good. See if you can put together two more. Life in our store is not easy in the summer."

Director Ma did not continue talking about the steel mill, but turned his attention back to the electric fan.

Whatever you are afraid of will come to you.

Cai Quanwu thought that Director Ma's attention had shifted to the steel rolling mill and he had ignored the matter of the electric fan, but he didn't expect that he would bring it up again in the end.

However, Cai Quanwu would not take on any responsibility for this matter. He spread his hands and smiled bitterly:

"Director, a good cook cannot cook without rice. It's easy to do with a motor, but I can't even put it together without a motor."

"I spent a lot of time searching for the motor of my fan at the commissioning store, and I finally put it together by dismantling several broken fans."

Tell me the difficulties first, hoping that Director Ma will give up.

Hearing what Cai Quanwu said, Director Ma frowned, as if he had not expected such trouble. After a while, he asked, "Can't the entrusted store get it?"

Hearing Director Ma's question, Cai Quanwu explained helplessly:

"Director, the fans in the commissioned stores are those that cannot be repaired by the repair shops. If they can be repaired, they will not be sold to the commissioned stores. After all, fans are in short supply, and even if they cannot be repaired, the quantity is very small."

"I also ran around most of the city to buy a few that were in terrible shape. I was lucky enough to get one out of this."

After Cai Quanwu's explanation, Director Ma realized that he had taken it for granted. It seemed that it would be very difficult to figure it out.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that it was indeed as Cai Quanwu said.

As long as this electric fan is not broken, few people will sell it.

Since they are sold to a consignment store, they must have been confirmed to be unrepairable.

Even if there are individual exceptions, they are probably consumed internally and will not actually be put on the counter.

This is an unspoken rule.

After figuring it out, Director Ma discussed it with Cai Quanwu:

"Nothing at all. I didn't think it through. So, keep this in mind. When you have nothing to do, ride your bike to a few more consignment stores and try your luck. If you really can't get it, then just give up."

"I'll go to the institute and ask if there are any scrapped items. If there are, I'll apply to the higher authorities."

"okay."

Hearing Director Ma say this, Cai Quanwu nodded and agreed.

With Director Ma's instructions, he can move around openly.

Anyway, he has a lot of free time as long as there are no new goods coming to the grain store. Instead of staying in the store, he might as well go out and get some fresh air.

But Cai Quanwu estimated that there was no hope. He asked Brother Wang and others, and they said that very few people would entrust the store with electric fans.

Because ordinary families simply cannot afford this thing, capitalists and public institutions are the main consumers.

The capitalists, on the other hand, do not take it seriously at all. If something breaks and cannot be repaired, they will just throw it away and do not value the little money they sell to the client.

Even if public property is broken or rusted in a warehouse, it is impossible to take it to the consignment store, so there is no need to cause trouble for this.

No matter how bad it is, it is still collective property.

So Cai Quanwu listened to Director Ma and went to the institute to ask, and he might really get something out of it.

Seeing that Cai Quanwu agreed, Director Ma didn't say anything more. He nodded to Cai Quanwu and turned to leave.

As soon as Director Ma left, Cai Quanwu breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the stool.

I thought to myself, fortunately Director Ma is open-minded. If I had met a petty-minded leader, he would have suffered this time.

But then again, if Director Ma was really that kind of leader, Cai Quanwu wouldn't have done it in the grain store.

After that, no one came over, and Cai Quanwu sat in his own little room, fanning himself and slacking off while waiting for the end of get off work.

The day passed in a flash. As soon as the bell rang, Xiao Wu ran to Cai Quanwu happily:

"Uncle, should I take this fan home?"