Back to that night, she flirted with the cold-faced rough man

Chapter 285

As she began to stand out thanks to Yang Mingwu, many people came to her these days to ask her for favors. Through these visits, she learned how to socialize with others.

She only found it difficult to maintain her composure in front of Bai Ying. As for others... she would definitely take advantage as much as possible and not less!

Accountant Ren was a little unsure of Qiao Xiaoling's abilities. He rubbed his pants and asked hesitantly, "Um... Miss Qiao, should I tell the factory to ask Bai Ying to stop collecting seafood starting today?"

"Why would I say that?" Qiao Xiaoling glanced at Accountant Ren with a half-smile. "Regardless of whether Bai Ying has the goods ready for tomorrow, the troops coming tomorrow will only want our goods."

Upon hearing this, Accountant Ren's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh with joy, "Great! You're still the best, Miss Qiao!"

By doing this, not only would he be able to snatch Bai Ying's business and slap her in the face, but because Bai Ying had stockpiled so much goods in advance, she might not only be unable to sell them in the end, but might even lose all the money she had earned before!

It couldn’t be more addictive!

Qiao Xiaoling and Ren Accountant and Ding Zhenguo, who are hostile to Bai Ying, coincide at this moment and set up a chain on the farm to contain Bai Ying...

the other side.

Gu Changkong walked to the commune's Revolutionary Committee.

The Revolutionary Committee was a unique product of this era. From provincial and county capitals down to communes and brigades, there were Revolutionary Committees. They operated under a three-in-one system, comprising representatives of revolutionary cadres, representatives of the military, and representatives of the revolutionary masses.

Standing in the corridor, looking at the offices, Organization Department, Propaganda Department, Supervisory Committee lined up... Gu Changkong, holding the letter in his hand, didn't know which department to go to for a moment.

It was the clerk next to him who took the initiative to speak, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Hello, comrade," Gu Changkong hurried forward and asked, "Is the director of the Revolutionary Committee here? I have something important to discuss with him."

Hearing this, the clerk looked Gu Changkong up and down. Seeing that he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he smiled sarcastically and said, "The director is busy in meetings all day. How can he have the time to receive you?"

Gu Changkong, a child of a wealthy family, had never encountered such flattery. He lowered his eyes and tried his best to suppress his anger. "But I have something urgent to discuss with the director. It concerns the reputation of our entire commune."

The clerk didn't buy it. "Who hasn't said the same thing when they come to see the director? Can't you come up with some new words?"

......Does no one believe the truth these days?

Gu Changkong took a deep breath, handed over the letter in his hand as calmly as possible, and said, "Comrade, can you please pass this letter to the director?"

"How can I have the time for that?" The clerk raised his chin slightly and gestured to Gu Changkong to look at a slightly old wooden box in the corner. "Just put the letter in there. It's all for the director. The director will read it when he has time."

"When will the director have time to look at it?"

"It's hard to say, but the mailbox is cleaned out at the end of every month."

Gu Changkong: “…”

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but when he thought about Bai Ying still waiting for him to get her on the right track, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over and stuff the letter in through the opening on the top of the wooden box.

However, before he could completely stuff the letters in his hand, several letters "flowed" out with his movements, which showed that the box was already full.

Gu Changkong resisted the urge to kick the wooden box to pieces, and after a lot of effort he finally stuffed the letter into the box.

After finishing the job and leaving, he had almost no expectations.

Let’s not talk about whether the director of the Revolutionary Committee would read the letter. Even if he really did, there were so many letters in the box that it was unknown when he would see the one he stuffed in.

Gu Changkong used the only money and bills he had on hand to buy some snacks from the supply and marketing cooperative and treated himself to a good meal.