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

Tan Yuan's vision is ahead of the times. She did not choose the currently popular green, gray and black colors, but some bright colors. Bright floral fabrics, combined with the paintings that can be seen everywhere at the trade fair, are pleasing to the eye.

The floral cloth, which was not so popular originally, was made into skirts for little girls to wear when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year. It was a face-saving thing, so many people were waiting for Tan Yuan to say that she didn't want it so that they could take action.

The female workers at the fabric factory rolled their eyes in their hearts. They had never liked Tan Yuan and her group making so much noise in the first place, and now they disliked her even more. They thought to themselves that if they couldn't afford it, why was she pretending to be rich?

Overtime work makes people feel unhappy, not to mention working overtime without overtime pay, which makes the female workers very impatient.

"Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave quickly."

The cloth coupons that Tan Yuan saved were not enough to buy these cloths. She wanted to put them back but couldn't make up her mind which one to put back. She liked all of them very much.

Just when she was hesitant and couldn't make up her mind, Nian Lin took out a bunch of things from her pocket and said, "Buy them. Take all of them."

Tan Yuan's eyes suddenly became bright and she was not polite to Nian Lin at all. Why should she be polite to sisters?

She was wealthy and generous: "I want all of these!"

With hands on hips, who else but me? Those who are waiting to get a bargain are very disappointed. But there is no point in being disappointed, because it’s not their fault that they got it first.

Since they have the money to buy it, I can only choose something else.

Holding a large pile of cloth in her hands, Tan Yuan smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"I didn't expect that our Linlin is actually a wealthy woman."

Her tone was full of pride, and she raised her head slightly and looked at Nian Lin.

Nian Lin pursed her lips. She was not a wealthy woman at all. She just relied on her grandfather.

For the first time in her life, she felt that she had wasted her time over the years, but one day she would be able to rely on herself, Nian Lin swore in her heart. At the same time, when Tan Yuan went to buy supplies again, she silently took the things in Tan Yuan's hand and held them herself.

In a short while, Nian Lin was covered with all kinds of things, but Tan Yuan's desire to buy did not dissipate at all. She sighed with regret.

"Ah, this trade fair isn't big enough. It would be better if there were more stalls."

"More? There aren't that many factories in Changyun County."

A familiar male voice reached her ears, and Tan Yuan turned her head with difficulty in the crowd and looked: "Hey, Vice President Zhang, you're here."

There were so many people that Zhang Xingguo had already seen Tan Yuan moving between the stalls. It took a lot of effort for her to squeeze through, and even the clothes she was wearing, which were originally straight, now had wrinkles.

Reporter Hou was following behind Zhang Xingguo. He no longer cared about the film. He kept clicking the camera in his hand. Such a scene had to be recorded through photos. This was the meaning of the existence of photos.

"Do you have any new ideas?"

Zhang Xingguo heard Tan Yuan's sigh. Working together for some time gave him a certain understanding of Tan Yuan. Since Tan Yuan brought it up, she must have her own ideas and it was impossible for her to be aimless.

Tan Yuan blinked her eyes. She didn't expect that in such a crowded place, Vice President Zhang's ears were still so sharp.

The ideas did not pop up suddenly, but had always been in her mind, waiting for this great success to be put forward and make all those ideas come true one by one.

"Vice President Zhang, do you think I contributed to the success of the report at this trade fair?"

Even though she was joking, her tone was what she said, which reflected Tan Yuan's true intention. Zhang Xingguo thought for a moment, then confirmed it.

"Of course, I will personally raise this matter with the county government leaders."

In the crowded crowd, Zhang Xingguo's eyes never left Tan Yuan. Seeing Tan Yuan's surprised expression, he suddenly smiled.

Tan Yuan was really surprised. She just wanted to act nice, but who knew that the person in front of her was so considerate and actually offered to help her take credit?

But it’s better this way. No one knows who is behind Vice President Zhang, but the person behind him is definitely a big shot that Tan Yuan can’t afford to offend. With Vice President Zhang’s recommendation, it will definitely be easier than with others.

"Can we find a quieter place now?"

Tan Yuan blinked innocently: "Okay, let's go for a walk."

Since you have agreed to take credit for yourself, there is no need to keep it a secret. It is okay to tell you in advance. If Vice President Zhang is interested in participating, it will really achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The two reached a consensus and decided to talk outside the trade fair. Nianlin was very tactful and took the initiative to say that there were too many things and she had to go back to put them away.

The tractor of Huaiyin Brigade was parked in front of the trade fair, ready to go back to the brigade to pick up goods at any time. Nian Lin put all the things on the tractor without any effort.

In addition to pulling goods, the tractors also have to pull people, so it's a rare and lively place, so the people of Huaiyin Brigade naturally want to come and take a look.

They originally thought they would just join in the fun, have a look and leave, but as for spending money? They couldn't afford it at all.

But once you really come to this trade fair and find yourself in such an environment, how can you escape unscathed? You will definitely pick up something more or less.

Unfortunately, due to ticket restrictions, many of the things I wanted could not be bought, so I had to return empty-handed. In the end, I simply took a walk around and went back to the tractor to wait. When these people saw Nian Lin holding so many good things, their eyes widened.

"Accountant, why did you buy so much cloth? And this candy... these are all good things..."

"Ah."

Nian Lin nodded and said "hmm", then stopped talking to people. Instead, he turned his head to look at the lively trade fair, waiting for the tractor to go back to replenish the stock and take them back to Huaiyin Brigade.

Nian Lin stopped talking, and the others were also embarrassed, not daring to say a word. However, the envy in their eyes was almost overflowing when they looked at Nian Lin. However, no one was so tactless as to say something sarcastic, and no one looked at Nian Lin with jealous and vicious eyes.

He is the accountant of the tofu factory, an educated youth, and a scholar. His demeanor is different from those of the people who make a living in the fields.

These days, the status of poor peasants is not low. They can hold their heads high wherever they go. This is obvious.

But what was the truth? Those in the city who ate government food looked down on those who farmed in the countryside. They didn't want to associate with them. Some educated youth, when they first arrived to work in the production team, also looked down on the farmers and became arrogant day by day. But the annual accountant was different.

The old accountant is a very cold person. He was like this when he worked in the fields before. People were afraid to provoke him easily. They always felt that if they disagreed with him, he would freeze them to death with just a look. Later, when he became an accountant, they were even more afraid to provoke him.

This is a subconscious behavior. For example, now, seeing Nian Lin carrying so many things, except for the first time when she helped to carry the things, she dared to smile and say a few words to her, and then she didn't dare to say a word.