Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

"No matter what, I still want to thank you." Wang Erwa sighed.

"Oh, and if you have any questions, just call me directly. It's not good for a person of this level to go to an employee's office." Yang Jun showed a disgusted expression and rolled his eyes.

"As soon as you moved your butt, I knew what you were thinking. Aren't they just those two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes?" The boy's taste has been spoiled. He now only smokes good domestic cigarettes, which are supplied internally by the factory.

"You can see all this? Do you want to show your brother's care and concern for his brothers?" Wang Erwa put on an exaggerated expression and looked at Yang Jun as if asking for help.

He sat down and began to explore Yang Jun's body with two pairs of fingers.

"Get out of here!" Yang Jun felt a chill and quickly left, throwing away half a pack of cigarettes.

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After getting the warehouse key, Yang Jun immediately left the steel mill and drove away.

The original plan was to deliver the pork to Qian Jiajia a few days later, but she helped a lot, and Yang Jun felt embarrassed to delay and owe her a favor.

He took out the marinated pork during his free time in the morning. He pushed open the door and saw a scene that He Dazhuang had carefully cleaned. The moisture-proof cloth that had been piled up had accumulated a thin layer of dust.

Yang Jun trembled slightly. The dust in the moisture-proof cloth made it difficult for him to breathe. He put down the cloth and simply took a clean replacement from the dimension.

As soon as he thought about it, a brand new, smooth moisture-proof cloth appeared in his hand, which he spread on the ground to smooth out the wrinkles.

He exited the space, and when he returned to the outside world, ten complete pork rolls instantly appeared on the moisture-proof cloth, each weighing about 1500 kilograms, a total of kilograms. Although Qian Jiajia only wanted one pig, how could it be possible to repay a favor exactly?

You can't just give someone a pig when they ask for it. Reciprocity is about giving and being grateful. If you give me a little, I will give you a lot. Isn't that the way it should be?

After finishing these things, he turned and walked out of the warehouse. After making sure he was at the door, he immediately went to the cultural troupe to find Qian Duoduo.

The moment he saw Yang Jun, Qian Duoduo didn't say much and immediately ran to the person in charge to borrow a truck.

There were few private cars in the army, but trucks were common, with drivers and workers. Soon, a dark green truck drove up, with Qian Jiajia sitting in the driver's seat, followed by two people who looked like leaders.

Seeing this, Yang Jun waved and said hello, then drove the jeep in front to lead the way.

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They arrived at the warehouse.

Qian Jiajia patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Brother, you are so generous."

Qian Jiajia was ecstatic to see such a huge amount of pork. These achievements may seem insignificant, but they are an important criterion for measuring leadership ability. Regardless of luck or strength, as long as one can find food, he is a good leader. Whoever can get these pork resources shows that he has sufficient ability to handle affairs, which is also the basis for promotion and salary increase.

There was enough meat to last them a week or so, saving a little.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm your brother-in-law." Yang Jun glared. Qian Jiajia seemed to be more active recently, joking more and more, even to the point that he was afraid to face her alone.

"Don't worry about these little things, you can call me anything you want." Qian Jiajia said indifferently.

Qian Jiajia has a straightforward and bold personality like a boy, and she is carefree to everyone. Because of her straightforwardness, generosity and sincerity, she has won the hearts of the children in the compound. In their circle, she is the most popular person except Yi Qiushui.

Yi Qiushui gives people the impression of being gentle, elegant and tolerant, which easily makes people want to protect her, but Qian Jiajia is just the opposite. She has a tough and principled character, so everyone is happy to play with her. However, it is interesting that social masters among men are usually not welcome in women's circles. She is jokingly called a unique existence among women and a rebellious character.

"Then you two go and weigh yourself." Qian Jiajia ordered the two soldiers who came with her.

The two soldiers, one with a package hidden in his armpit and the other holding a large scale, looked at each other after hearing Qian Jiajia's cry, and seemed to have no intention of taking immediate action.

Yang Jianjun understood the situation at a glance. They must be low-level administrators in the troupe, responsible for this purchase. The people in this art troupe have a rich and dandy mentality, and they think highly of themselves. They think their fingers and tongues are the symbols of artists, and they disdain to participate in such tiring and rough work. They feel ashamed to do it.

"What do you mean? Do you want a girl like me to take part in the battle, and you two adults still have the nerve to stand by?" Qian Jiajia's eyes widened and her tone was dissatisfied.

Both of them focused their attention on Yang Jianjun, who snorted and looked away.

Those who entered the art troupe all had a certain social background. They always thought they were superior to others. Among the four people, the female Qian Jiajia was not considered, and the other two were a bit reserved, so only Yang Jianjun could take action.

On weekdays, they go to the market to buy things, and they just watch. After the market is over, they either ask others to carry the goods for them or ask them to deliver them to the group, with an attitude of buying and selling. It seems that they can override everything with their wallets.

Yang Jianjun was not used to their habits. Was he like a street vendor selling vegetables? He was "Yang the Butcher" in the butcher shop. Others might not even ask for help, but they treated him as a force to be used at will.

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They laughed and said, "Hey, do you know him? How dare a tenth-level civil servant command someone who is seven levels higher than him? Where does he get the courage?"

I was both angry and amused by these words. These two young comrades obviously didn't know their own weight. It was good enough for them to just help find pork, but they also wanted to use him as free labor.

After hearing this, the two soldiers could not help but look at each other in shock. If what Qian Jiajia said was true, the background of this person in front of them should not be underestimated. According to the salary standard implemented in the early 1960s, they are now level 10, equivalent to administrative level 25, but the other party's salary is level 11, which is seven levels higher than theirs. They speculated that he might be a department-level cadre, or even a deputy department-level cadre.

They knew that promotion was extremely difficult, and some people could not get promoted one level in their entire lives, but this person was 17 levels higher than them. How could he be so outstanding at the same age?

Yang Jianjun looked at the awkward performance of the two level 10 civil servants and laughed in his heart. They only received a salary of 27.5 yuan, so how could they have the courage to order a chef like him who earned 195.5 yuan a month?

In the past, they were at most equivalent to Qin Huairu, the yard cleaner. Although she had an eighth-level treatment with a difference of eight levels, she could still get a monthly salary of 33.5 yuan.

The dignity of the two men was severely hurt, and they came over with red faces. They were afraid of getting dirty, so they took off their coats and put them aside neatly. They did things like girls in the boudoir, and they didn't dare to touch the pork directly or use force, their thighs were very wide, and one of them even raised his orchid finger.

Qian Jiajia and Yang Jianjun looked at each other, trying not to laugh but not daring to, their shoulders trembling. After weighing more than 1,400 kilograms of pork for half an hour, they spent another half an hour carefully loading it into the car.

Yang Jianjun was not in a hurry and was happy to see them busy like that. He sat at the door of the warehouse and smoked, while Qian Jiajia came over with a ledger and calculated:

"There are 1,487 kilograms of pork in total. No meat coupons are needed. What do you think is a reasonable price for us to pay?"

Qian Jiajia squatted beside Yang Jun, holding the account book in her arms, staring at him with her eyes as crystal clear as clear water.

At this moment, Qian Jiajia felt for the first time the charming smell of men smoking, which was something she used to be extremely disgusted with - as long as she stayed in the venue, she would never allow others to smoke, not even her own father, who would retreat into the study to enjoy his "privilege" alone.

Smelling the faint smell of tobacco, she found that she didn't find it pungent at all.

Yang Jun glanced at her lively eyes and involuntarily moved a little further away.

He said casually: "We have a close relationship, so it's okay to give it to you."

"No, I'm buying this pork on behalf of my company, and I can't let you spend money." However, Qian Jiajia was immediately displeased when she heard this. ...

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However, Yang Jun's words gave her a warm feeling. It turned out that he placed her in such an important position in his heart that he was willing to give her a large amount of meat products, which satisfied her self-esteem.

She asked about the price of pork. Was she trying to make things difficult for her?

As a man who had everything he had, he seldom went to the market and had no idea about the market prices. Moreover, in that era, meat was purchased on a rationing basis and one could not buy meat without a ticket.

Without meat coupons, he had to resort to some gray channels, and Yang Jun had not been to such places for a long time, so he didn't know the recent market price of pork. He had sold two wild boars to the steel mill at 70 cents per kilogram, thinking it was a fair price. But later he heard that he was cheated by Lao Tang, and estimated that the current market price is far more than 90 cents per kilogram.

Yang Jun said, "Just give it whatever you want."

Jia Jia, who was in a dilemma, called the two soldiers who often went to buy things, and the three of them discussed it together. Finally, an older soldier stepped forward and said:

"Comrade Yang... Comrade Yang?"

The soldier blushed slightly as he suggested, "The actual situation is that the current market price is 9 cents per pound. If you can't provide meat coupons, we can increase the price by 30% on top of the original price. What do you think?"

"One dollar and five pounds."

Yang Jun quoted his price without mercy. He was extremely impatient with the two people's awkwardness.

Yang Jun knew what the two men were thinking: with supplies so scarce, tickets were much more valuable than cash, and without tickets, they couldn't buy anything online even with money. They hoped to save money by not using meat tickets, which would be of greater help to them.

The soldier tried to bargain: "Comrade Yang, one dollar and fifty cents is too much. It's beyond our budget. Can we see if we can reduce it a little? Can we pay one dollar and three cents?"

"It's one yuan and five cents. You can buy it or not. If you don't want to buy it, don't install it." Yang Jun insisted and refused to back down.

In the past, he might have agreed to the price of 1.3 yuan per pound, but now that he has looked at the financial account book, he knows that prices have skyrocketed recently, and there are still people fighting for 1.8 yuan per pound, not to mention 1.5 yuan per pound. This is just a way for him to deliberately anger these two guys.

"You don't have to buy it, but since you've worked so hard to transport it up here, don't come to me now that you want to unload it again." They were so tired that their bodies were covered in stains, and they were absolutely unwilling to continue this futile work.

"Okay, okay, I'll make it a deal. The price can't be any lower." Another senior soldier gritted his teeth and accepted the price.

"The total is 2,213.5 yuan, just remove the decimal point." Yang Jun quickly calculated and gave a price. He had just gone through all the accounts in his mind.

"Okay, that's two thousand two hundred yuan, huh?" The two soldiers laughed as soon as they heard Yang Jun help him round off the decimal point.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Just give me half a cent."

"what?"

They are so depressed. Thirty-fifth of a month's salary is enough for them to spend for a whole month. Do you think I think you are a fool?

In this way, it would be more cost-effective to buy it at the original price of one yuan and four cents per pound.

The two looked at each other, then glanced at Yang Jun, and couldn't help but curl their lips slightly, secretly cursing him for being stingy. As a boss, he only gave a pitiful 50 cents discount, which was too stingy.

However, in the end, the two of them paid the money reluctantly. When Yang Jun received the money, the other party didn't even look at it and put it directly into his pocket.

"I have arranged two tables for a banquet in the courtyard. Are you really not planning to go over there?" Before getting in the car, Yang Jun asked Qian Jiajia again.

"Didn't I tell you that I don't have time to take a vacation?" Qian Jiajia seemed to be in a hurry and urged the driver to drive faster.

"I also told you that you don't need to bring a gift." Yang Jun added again.

"Please stay away from me..." Looking at Qian Jiajia's departing back, Yang Jun shook his head with a wry smile. Why is it that in this world, people don't trust you when you tell the truth?

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Yang Jun looked up at his watch. It was already past lunch time. If he rushed back to the factory now, there would be nothing to eat.

After locking the warehouse, he drove straight back to the compound.

When I got home, I saw Master Shazhu and his apprentices moving his big stove to prepare for the upcoming banquet. Since there were not many guests, they did not need to pile up stoves; in addition to the main stove, they also borrowed four small stoves and several woks to help.