Chapter 128: Closing The First Order
Su Hui didn’t expect to be named, but she immediately reacted—they really did have things to do.
The factory has an office and a library.
It was also set up by Lu Qiaoge.
Now that all schools are back to normal classes, they could start studying culture here.
There was a library here, with many books on the simple bookshelf.
Su Hui led everyone to take study notes.
Old Lin warmly glanced at Lu Qiaoge—that was this comrade.
If not for her, he would have missed Chang An, and even if it ended in disappointment, it was still better than passing by and leaving lifelong regret.
Perhaps relatives all have some kind of intuition.
Just like twins having telepathy, he actually had it too—that feeling he couldn’t describe, but it was like a hammer pounding his heart.
Old Lin wanted to investigate immediately; he couldn’t wait another moment.
Moreover, if he stayed longer, he worried Chang An would discover him.
But Zhen Xi suddenly arrived.
Insisting on finding the factory director and investment.
He couldn’t leave.
Dealing with someone like Zhen Xi, he worried they lacked experience.
Moreover, he knew Qiao Ge was the acting factory director of this small factory; he had to stay with her to avoid any issues.
Unexpectedly, Comrade Qiao Ge handled it with ease.
Appropriate and generous.
With a firm attitude, yet leaving face for the other party.
Not bad, truly withstands the test.
But he didn’t leave, standing at the doorway talking with Old Hu and the secretary.
Deputy Director Lin followed Zhen Xi over.
He didn’t speak; just accompanying was an attitude.
Hu Ze never expected to see a Hong Kong person in his lifetime.
Oh, turns out the accent was the same as southerners.
He followed beside Lu Qiaoge, still a bit excited.
Lu Qiaoge smoothly led Zhen Xi toward the courtyard, saying as they walked, “Mr. Zhen, are you interested in the fried snack factory I mentioned earlier? Actually, even if not, you could go take a look, just to experience Jiangcheng’s historical development in recent years.
For example, this small factory started as a low-lying area washed out by floods. After filling it in, they laid foundations and built houses, becoming the big canteen. After the big canteen was assigned to the factory department, the pickle factory was established here.
Don’t underestimate this pickle factory. During hard times, the workers here used superior pickled vegetable technology to make our workers’ meals flavorful. Later, the district established a dedicated pickled vegetable factory, and we stepped back after success.
But now, it’s been rebuilt here again, also to solve employment for some unemployed youth, so the neighborhood committee took the lead, and the comprehensive office approved the establishment of this small food factory…”
Lu Qiaoge’s voice was pleasant; she didn’t mention what shouldn’t be said, and spoke vividly about what should be.
Zhen Xi, who had been somewhat dismissive at first, actually became interested.
He really followed Lu Qiaoge and a few workers around.
Old Lin and Director Hu exchanged a glance. It was just a small workshop not yet open; he had come only for Chang An—where was there any talk of visiting, not even a casual look.
But now, mystically, several heavyweight figures were staying here.
He asked Old Hu, “When does this small factory open?”
Old Hu said, “Health inspection this afternoon. If it passes, I’ll write a slip for Qiao Ge to go to the First Grain Management Office to collect grain and oil and other needed supplies.”
No need to say it—he had pulled strings for this, writing an IOU to the deputy director.
If it didn’t make money and wasted the grain and oil, the family’s small savings and grain ration tickets would probably all be compensated by him.
The factory wasn’t big; they finished touring quickly. Lu Qiaoge and Zhen Xi chatted happily.
Zhen Xi’s brows and eyes carried smiles. After arriving here, he couldn’t connect with anyone—not exaggerating, every person he met.
How to put it—out of place.
In every aspect.
But this Lu Qiaoge was different.
Whatever he said, she understood—even better than him.
Zhen Xi really wanted to tell Lu Qiaoge: If you go to Hong Kong, you could be my secretary—no, you could even take charge independently.
But he still had discretion.
Smiling, he said, “I really didn’t expect such a small place to have undergone so many changes.”
He also saw the weaving, listened to Meng Qingshan and Hu Ze’s introduction, and felt that these people he thought were dirt-poor not only had light in their eyes, but also infinite creativity.
He said to Lu Qiaoge, “The Zhen Family has a hypermarket, and there’s a fried snacks area in it.”
Pausing for a moment, he asked, “Can I go see Jiangcheng’s fried snack factory?”
Lu Qiaoge straightforwardly: “Of course, whenever it’s convenient for you.”
It shouldn’t be convenient now, but Zhen Xi said, “Tomorrow morning after nine, I’m free.”
Oh, tomorrow was Sunday.
Everything went smoothly afterward.
Health inspection passed; the food factory could open.
Old Hu went to the comprehensive office to report work. After all, Zhen Xi had visited the food factory, so he reported what happened there to the leader.
The leader frowned: Helping the fried snack factory pull orders—isn’t that improper? And they’ve even scheduled for tomorrow morning.
He said he’d report to Director Hao.
Director Hao waved his hand: “Comrade Lu performed very well, measured and appropriate—she should be praised. As for pulling orders for the fried snack factory, it was to change the topic at the time; otherwise, wouldn’t Zhen Xi lose face?”
Then he said to Director Zhao of the comprehensive office, “This small factory isn’t easy; approve what needs approving for them, give Comrade Lu some support.”
Such a bold, meticulous, and capable comrade must be supported.
Thus, Xiangyang Neighborhood Committee’s food factory, though still a collective enterprise, got its first funds, and the First Grain Management Office also approved grain and oil, white sugar, etc.
After Zhen Xi left, Lu Qiaoge ran to the neighborhood committee to call Su Hongmei.
Su Hongmei was overjoyed upon hearing it.
The fried snack factory belonged to the district.
If it got a foreign trade order, that would be her work performance.
Lu Qiaoge reminded her, “Elder Sister Su, don’t get too happy too soon. Mr. Zhen is just going to take a look first, and one more thing—if they need a large quantity, can you meet the requirements?”
Su Hongmei: “I’m going to the fried snack factory now. We have plenty of sunflower seeds this year in stock. The technician developed a cream sunflower seed frying method, and in autumn we can harvest new melon seeds again. We don’t worry about sales, but if we can exchange for foreign exchange and contribute to the country, the significance would be huge. Qiao Ge, rest assured—as long as he has the intention, we can definitely meet his requirements.”
Lu Qiaoge hadn’t expected Elder Sister Su to act so decisively; by evening, she came to the Lu Family.
She brought Lu Qiaoge three paper bags.
Each with a different flavor of sunflower seeds.
Fragrant, all fragrant.
Especially the original flavor—the aroma instantly filled the mouth.
Lu Qiaoge noticed the family preferred the five-spice and cream ones.
Outside was kraft paper, mouth sealed, printed with plump fragrant sunflower seeds.
Actually, no packaging needed; even a whole sack would do.
The next day, Lu Qiaoge and Elder Sister Su took Zhen Xi to the fried snack factory.
Before leaving, Chairman Zhen actually smiled and greeted them.
Clearly supportive.
No one expected Zhen Xi to place an order for 100,000 M yuan of sunflower seeds right away…
Treasures, happy weekend! Continuing to ask for follow-up reading and monthly passes. Also, thanks to the treasures for the monthly passes, thanks to Su Su （hand-typed by me） thanks to caroletu treasures for the rewards!
