Siheyuan, don't yell at me

At noon, in the cafeteria of the glass factory.

He Daqing was sitting in the hall. Section Chief Wang went to queue up personally and brought him two dishes.

Each person gets three steamed buns and a portion of sauerkraut.

It simply refreshed He Daqing's cognitive limits.

It’s okay that there is no special kitchen, and I can tolerate the lack of a private room.

As the head of the security department, he has to queue up to order a dish?

Are there still laws? Are there still hierarchies and inferiors?

When I was a scoundrel, I, He Daqing, never queued up, let alone when I was a section chief.

What He Daqing couldn't tolerate the most was that as a leader, he had to pay for eating in his own cafeteria?

He Daqing could only eat the white flour steamed buns with difficulty.

When He Daqing took a bite of the noodles, he felt like he was eating rice bran and his throat was burping.

The taste of the sauerkraut is even more amazing, with an inexplicable smell of rotten water.

He Daqing came to ask for help. He ate only one steamed bun and then, on the pretext of feeling sick to his stomach, gave the remaining two steamed buns back to Section Chief Wang.

Section Chief Wang quickly reached out to stop him.

"Brother He, these are just two steamed buns, why are you giving them back to me?

Isn't this a slap in my face?

If you can’t finish it, take it back and give it to your younger siblings.”

He Daqing was too lazy to explain, and just gritted his teeth and stuffed the two steamed buns into his bag.

"Brother Wang, since it is hard to refuse such a kind offer, I will accept it with impudence.

Next time, if you have the opportunity, come to our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Remember to come find me, He Daqing. I, He Daqing, will definitely treat you well."

Section Chief Wang swallowed the last steamed bun with some sauerkraut and burped comfortably.

He Daqing took over and said:

"Haha, no problem, no problem.

I wonder what you are doing in our factory, brother He?

He Daqing leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"There is indeed something, I want to customize a batch of special glass bottles.

It’s better to be square and have a unique shape.”

Section Chief Wang's heart skipped a beat.

"Brother He, is this a public or private matter?"

“Private, private.

Otherwise, can I find your brother Wang?

If it's official business, I'll ask the steel mill to write a note over.

We will pay every penny that is due to us."

“This is not easy to handle.

It’s not that I, Old Wang, don’t give you face. Our factory director is just an old stubborn man who won’t listen to any advice.

Apart from production tasks issued by superior units, our factory director never accepts any notes handed over by peer units.

You see how poor our factory is, with so little oil and water, you should know that what I said is true."

When He Daqing heard Lao Wang say this, he knew he had run into a tough nut to crack.

He asked tentatively:

"Lao Wang, isn't there anything your factory is short of?

Are you short of meat? Are you short of fruits and vegetables?

I'll use that money to pay off my debts. Can you ask your factory manager to produce some glass bottles for me?"

Section Chief Wang shook his head and answered decisively.

“Impossible, that old stubborn guy is a stone in the toilet.

Last time the minister came, he wanted him to make two glassware for the Russians, but he refused. "

“Doesn’t he think about the workers in the factory?

It's a great thing to earn some extra money and let the workers have a taste of meat.

Is he the only one who has the final say in your factory?

I just don't believe it. He has no weaknesses at all?

What? He is a bankrupt?

Damn, that’s so cruel.

Do you have ordinary glass bottles?"

Section Chief Wang looked around.

"That's possible. One or two hundred. I can still think of a way."

He Daqing nodded helplessly.

"Well, something is better than nothing.

I want two thousand.

A glass bottle costs one thousand yuan, I can convert it into meat for you, no additional meat purchase voucher is required."

Ten thousand yuan is equivalent to one yuan in the second set of RMB, and one thousand yuan is ten cents. This price is not low.

Section Chief Wang's expression changed several times in just a few seconds, sometimes happy, sometimes frowning.

"Brother He, how long will it take you?

I figured I could only get about fifty a day."

He Daqing slapped his forehead.

It's really tiring to deal with such a stingy person.

"Old Wang, you wouldn't think of taking advantage of your position to sneak out every day, would you?

What should I do if I want a thousand bottles today and ten thousand bottles tomorrow?

Can't you talk to the workshop director and ask him to make some for you?

At most, you can give him a share of the profits."

When Section Chief Wang thought about it, a smile appeared on his face.

"Haha, Chief He, you are smart. I'll do as you say.

Three days, at most, and I will deliver the thousand bottles you need..."

After the matter was settled, He Daqing stood up without lingering.

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver the meat to you tomorrow.

I'll let him come straight to you.

Okay, okay, no need to see me off, stay, stay..."

He Daqing said goodbye to Section Chief Wang, got on his bicycle and left.

This was the first time He Daqing had seen such a lowly security department. It was a great experience.

He Daqing had a premonition that sooner or later he would have to deal with the director of the glass factory, that stubborn old man.

After all, using ordinary beer bottles is too low-class. If you want to steal the big rubles from the Russians, you have to improve your status.

After leaving the glass factory, He Daqing rode his bike towards the printing factory.

The printing factory is not big, with only about a hundred people including the factory director.

The factory director's rank was about the same as He Daqing's, so he was happy to make friends with He Daqing, a guy who had some fame.

After some pleasantries, He Daqing offered to print a batch of trademarks and offered a suitable price.

As an experienced printing factory director, he readily agreed.

Most of the income from this kind of private work goes into his own pocket, so why not make a little money?

Just three days passed quickly.

Section Chief Wang from the glass factory, led four team members, pushed two carts, and personally delivered glass bottles to He Daqing.

He Daqing warmly received Section Chief Wang.

"Lao Wang, let's go to my office and have some tea."

He Daqing's office is painted snow-white, and the brand new desk is so bright that it can reflect a person's shadow.

The mahogany sofa was covered with brand new, soft cloth cushions, and there were fresh fruits on the coffee table.

There were oranges, grapes, bananas, and even more outrageously, a watermelon, and even some fruits that Section Chief Wang didn't recognize.

The huge bear skin on the wall, with its fangs and claws bared, looked like it was coming to life.

Section Chief Wang was so confused that he didn't know where to sit.

What the hell is going on? Is this the factory director's office?

The factory manager is not that arrogant. Bear skin? Orange? Grape? Banana? Watermelon?

What shocked Section Chief Wang even more was the lunch.

Not only were there more than a dozen delicious dishes, the secretary and director of the Red Star Steel Mill were all present, and He Daqing naturally sat in the main seat.

The factory director and the secretary had no temper at all, as if He Daqing was the boss of the Red Star Steel Mill.

Section Chief Wang couldn't help but ask this question, which went deep into his soul and required thorough reflection.

Is the world crazy?

They are all section chiefs, but is the difference between them so big?

Is there some unspeakable secret behind this?

Is it the distortion of human nature? Or is it the decline of morality?