Send me to the countryside? Turn around and make you homeless!

"Publishing it in the newspaper is a good idea, and using high-value prizes as raffle prizes is also a good idea, but what exactly should we use? Also, will the newspaper be willing to help us publish it?"

However, just one short sentence brought the matter to a standstill again. Tan Yuan's originally enthusiastic mood suddenly calmed down a lot, and she calmed down and thought seriously.

"Hey, Linlin, how about this? We'll give one first-place prize a bicycle, three second-place prizes a pen, and twenty third-place prizes a box of our dried tofu. And then there's a lucky draw for 500 winners, and we'll give them a 50% discount coupon for our dried tofu. And during National Day, we'll donate one cent from every box of dried tofu sold in our store to help children in the mountainous areas go to school. What do you think?"

It was obviously a trick that was used out of date decades ago, but it seems extremely novel now. As soon as Tan Yuan proposed it, Nian Lin thought it was feasible. More than feasible, it was simply amazing.

No matter whether it is a lottery or donations, either of these two points is enough to drive the people of Changyun County crazy, especially the latter donation. As long as this matter is reported to the newspaper, the people there will know about it and they will take the initiative to find the tofu factory without them having to go to their door.

Since the method is feasible, Nian Lin will of course support it, but it is not so easy to actually do it. It’s not about donations, but the prizes are more difficult than donations.

Nowadays, both bicycles and pens are in great demand. Not only do you need a ticket, but you also need the goods. It’s not so bad in the city, but in the small county of Changyun County, these things are often out of stock and you can’t buy them even if you have money and tickets.

Nian Lin’s view was that these things were difficult to obtain, but other cadres in the brigade held different views. When they heard Tan Yuan mention these prizes, they all gasped.

There's nothing wrong with the dried tofu in the factory. They're all made in-house and aren't worth much. But this bicycle, this pen...

Why are you so arrogant? Each of these two items alone would cost at least 100 or 200 yuan, especially the pens. Five of them, that's several hundred, almost a thousand yuan, and that doesn't even include the ticket price...

Such a big deal, why don’t they also try it?

"There are also entry requirements for the lucky draw. There are only two ways to win the grand prize: either you bring out ten sheets of wrapping paper from our brigade's Mid-Autumn Festival gift box, or you spend at least ten yuan in the store to qualify for a lucky draw. Not everyone can win the grand prize."

If you are not satisfied with either, that’s fine too. You can just draw from the small prize pool. A 50% off coupon is also very attractive. A sense of participation is also important. It would be best if everyone could participate.

The prize drawing hasn't even started yet, but everyone's blood is boiling when they hear about the prizes. Of course, they are excited, but not happy. If the unit drawing the prize was not their brigade's factory, they would probably have applauded.

Everyone now understood Accountant Zhang's feelings. Director Tan was really good at spending money. It was so expensive that it was heartbreaking.

This critical moment is often when a warrior is most needed, and the warrior in the minds of the cadres of Huaiyin Brigade is undoubtedly Accountant Zhang, who was sitting in his seat, so heartbroken that he couldn't even raise his head.

Tsk tsk tsk, so pitiful, I’m afraid his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are all in pain!

Everyone felt sorry for the money and also for Accountant Zhang. However, no matter how sorry they were, a warrior still needed to stand up and fight. A small cadre sitting next to Accountant Zhang gently pushed him under the table.

"Uncle Zhang, don't you have something to say?"

The voice was not loud, but just loud enough for Tan Yuan, Party Secretary Zhou, and the team leader to hear clearly. Everyone turned their eyes to Accountant Zhang.

Accountant Zhang, who had already made up his mind not to care about the factory's affairs, felt bitter in his heart. What was going on? His head was already so lowered and he hadn't said a word, so why did they still call him?

Feeling sorry for the money? Accountant Zhang felt sorry for it too, but as a man, his words were bound to count, especially since it had only been a short time since he said them and the obedient person was still looking at him from across the table!

"Uncle Zhang, if you have any opinions, just let us know. We're all waiting!"

The young cadre did not understand Accountant Zhang's mood at all. He still felt that he was doing the right thing and kept blinking at Accountant Zhang to express his position that he would definitely support him this time!

It's just a little over a thousand yuan, just given away like this. If it was distributed in the brigade at the end of the year, each family could get several yuan.

Accountant Zhang's eyes were full of resentment: It's you, kid, right? Just wait and see how I'm going to complain to your father when I come down!

Thinking of this, the resentment in his heart eased a little. He raised his head and looked around. Just from this one look, he understood that there were quite a few people in the team who were reluctant to spend money like him, but the ones who supported Tan Yuan were the ones who really had a say in the team.

Accountant Zhang saw through it all, as his arms couldn't lift his thighs. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly under everyone's eager gaze.

"I think what Director Tan said... makes a lot of sense. Just listening to it makes everyone want to try it themselves, right?"

Accountant Zhang felt sorry for the money, but he had to admit that Tan Yuan's idea was indeed good and anyone would want to try their luck.

"But I still have a question for Director Tan."

However, when everyone heard this, their hearts, which had already sank, immediately warmed up again. They knew that Accountant Zhang would not give in so easily.

Tan Yuan smiled and raised her hand: "Uncle Zhang, I brought this up here because I want everyone to work with me to improve this method so that our event can be more perfect."

"I think we should not set this threshold, and just buy it and you can smoke it. Otherwise, people will criticize our factory, and we don't want it to backfire."

Originally, the lottery was a good thing, but those who bought more could win a grand prize of more than 100 yuan, while those who bought less could only win a coupon. What would people think of this? Anyway, if Accountant Zhang himself was the buyer, he would definitely be unhappy. He could easily imagine that some people who were ungrateful would even slander their tofu factory in private.

Either do nothing or treat everyone equally. Accountant Zhang's words made sense, and everyone nodded. Even Zhou Zhigang and Lin Guoan, who had already stood on Tan Yuan's side, turned their eyes to Tan Yuan.

Tan Yuan's expression remained unchanged, the curve of her lips remained the same, but her smile made people feel that she seemed more sincere.

"Uncle Zhang, you're right, but don't forget, everyone, this lottery was originally set up for our Mid-Autumn Festival gift box."