Reborn in 1976, teach him how to be an official

"Of course."

Liu Hongyi gave him a positive answer.

Looking at his overly young face, Section Chief Gong still felt unsure and turned to Sima Wu: "Director Sima?"

You still have to say something.

Sima Wu snorted, "What are you worried about, Chief Gong? Xiao Liu is the son of our district secretary Liu Chuan!"

Section Chief Gong suddenly realized what was happening.

It turns out that he is a "young master" who just started working and followed the local cadres to Beidu to "gain experience".

He said he was on a business trip, but in fact he was just traveling to Beidu on a "public expense tour".

Understand, understand!

If that’s the case, then it’s easy.

"Director Sima, Comrade Xiao Liu, please follow me. I'll show you around the warehouse. As for these sacks, we still have some. You can have as many as you want."

Liu Hongyi smiled and said, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear you say."

Entering the scrap warehouse of the Second Grain Depot.

Yes, the scrap warehouse.

It’s not an adjective, because on the two doors, the word “waste” was written in huge white paint.

Sima Wu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Damn it, it’s really junk!

What is scrap? It's the kind that can only be sold to a recycling station.

It is very likely that even the scrap yard will not accept it.

Now, Section Chief Gong actually wants to use these junk to pay off their debts in Chuzhou?

It's just too much of a lie.

However, Liu Hongyi's eyes were shining. Looking at the pile of old sacks in front of him, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What's wrong?

Old Liu’s family is going to open a scrap shop?

"Chief Gong, can you give us all these sacks?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll give them all to you. But let me be frank. These are all waste. If you take them back to store rice or other grains, I'm afraid they won't work."

Liu Hongyi asked with a smile: "Can it be used to hold soil? The kind that can be used once."

"That must be no problem."

"Ah, I see. You're planning to use this to build a dam, right?"

"Then this thing can be used, it will definitely work."

Section Chief Gong said immediately.

Despite this, Liu Hongyi still did a spot check, specifically picking out the sacks at the very back, some of which were even mildewed, and found that most of them were indeed barely usable.

If it is used to store food, it definitely won't work.

The sacks used to store grain must be new and clean, otherwise the grain will easily become moldy.

But if it is used to store earth and rocks and is used once, there is no problem.

"Okay, Chief Gong, that's it. All the sacks in this warehouse belong to us, and any debt owed to us is written off."

Liu Hongyi made a decision immediately.

"Okay..."

Section Chief Gong was really happy this time, his mouth was wide open and he couldn't close it.

"Hongyi, this..."

Sima Wu was stunned.

Do you really want these junk?

What do you want these things for?

Liu Hongyi smiled and whispered to Sima Wu, "Uncle Sima, believe me, our 30,000 tons of fertilizer depends on these sacks."

"what?"

Sima Wu really didn't understand.

But seeing Liu Hongyi's confident look, he subconsciously felt that he should trust him.

Although this boy is young, he should not be confused about such an important matter.

"Section Chief Gong, we have another request, which is to ask your Second Grain Depot to help us find a wagon train. We don't have many acquaintances in Beidu."

Section Chief Gong was very easy to talk to at this time and agreed immediately.

"That's fine. But let's make it clear, you guys have to pay for the shipping. We at Second Warehouse won't be responsible."

The Grain Bureau and the National Grain Reserve have always been regular customers of the railway department. Bulk grain products must be transported by rail, as road transport is too expensive.

Help me contact a few carriages, it’s not a big problem.

In the end, the warehouse was filled with old sacks of waste, filling up six train cars.

Section Chief Gong is very capable in this regard.

Perhaps he felt a little guilty, thinking that the comrades in Chuzhou were so honest and kind, so he put in a lot of effort and spared no effort in contacting the car body.