Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Although the green leather car from Beijing to Kunming is slow, there can be one back and forth within a few days, but it takes a lot of time and energy for Lao Chen to organize the supply of goods and prepare the wagons.

For 100 tons of tea, only three train skins were used, and the transportation was barely completed when it was packed full of dangdang.

In order to get these three train skins, Old Chen also worked hard.

Thanks to his being the director of the Kunming Tea Factory, he was able to find the relationship on the railway. Otherwise, no one would give him this convenience even if he was carrying a good old tea.

If you apply for a wagon in a step-by-step manner, the shipment will be fast after half a year.

In the 1980s, the railway capacity was tense. It is hard to imagine in later generations. This is an era in which Dongfeng trucks are used to pull goods and earn two to thirty thousand yuan a month. , How nervous it is.

With such a great effort, when Director Chen and two cadres found the ion channel laboratory, the concierge Uncle Chen said "Professor Yang is not there", and the corners of Old Chen's mouth bubbled in an instant.

His mind also instantly rolled over:

The 100 tons of tea have already arrived. If Yang Rui doesn't want it, can it be shipped back?

People from Beijing all recognize Longjing. It is extremely difficult to sell so many Pu'er teas in Beijing...

Fortunately, there is still a deposit of 100,000 yuan.

Thinking of this, Lao Chen calmed down a bit and asked, "Why is Professor Yang gone? We said we are going to meet today."

"How do you say it?" I'm not here now. Pooh, I'm out now." Uncle Qin's Jingqiang said a few words, looking like he was too lazy to care about, and said, "Do you have an appointment?"

People under the eaves, Old Chen lightly bowed his head and said, "Yes, I called Yang Rui, and I've said everything. I'll bring the goods."

"Let me see." Old Qin had no impression of Director Chen. People come and go in the ion channel laboratory, no matter how good his memory is, he can't remember who the other party is.

Old Qin opened the notepad and said again: "Excuse me, give me your credentials."

"Here you are." Old Chen hurriedly handed over the certificate, then handed out a cigarette, and said with a smile: "I'm bothering you."

"You don't need to give any more cigarettes, you have them all." Old Qin said, but he took the cigarettes and lit them easily.

Director Chen felt relieved immediately, and stood waiting for Old Qin to do something.

Ten seconds later, Lao Qin turned to the back and said, "Here is an appointment. It is Mr. Chen from the tea factory, right?"

"It's me, it's me." Old Chen nodded quickly.

"You are at 19 o'clock in the evening." Old Qin pointed to the sun and said, "There are still several hours left. You are too early, or Professor Yang is not there. Come on, just wait. In the evening. Before 7 o’clock, come a few minutes in advance, I’ve reserved 30 minutes for you, hey, it’s quite long, don’t miss it."

Old Chen had also seen many busy leaders. At this time, he asked in surprise: "Yang Rui will be busy all day?"

"I don't know what the director is doing all day. Anyway, someone has something to do." Old Qin said in his heart: Is it possible that you have freed up all the time for the experiment to chat?

He is also an old man in the ion channel laboratory, knowing that Yang Rui's daily schedule is full, and to say a few more words, he persuaded Lao Chen to go back.

Director Chen also had no choice, so he had to withdraw from Old Chen's sight.

However, the others did not leave, they found a tooth in front of him and squatted down, took out a cigarette, and waited while smoking. Apart from being criticized by the cleaner, no one else interfered.

There are blind currents squatting in Peking University every day, and the security guards look kind, usually without asking.

The students at Peking University don’t care even more. Some of the classmates around them are stranger than blind currents, like children from the philosophy department. There are no two normal ones when they are pulled out. Those who can squat quietly on the teeth are considered as headless. Toss bad.

This wait was five or six hours. At more than one o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Chen finally saw that Yang Rui came back on his bicycle. He thought about signing up and squatted down again after thinking about it.

Since it was an appointment at 7 o'clock, he didn't dare to make trouble. In case Yang Rui became angry, he would be blinded if he didn't want the 100 tons of goods.

State-owned enterprises are no better than private enterprises. As long as private enterprises do not lose money, they can pull the goods back. State-owned enterprises will have trouble doing this. The most troublesome thing is the car. Old Chen can still find people in the province and find people in the capital. Relationship is not so easy.

When the time comes, if the tea leaves are spoiled, it will be even worse.

The worst possible possibilities echoed in Factory Manager Chen's mind. He couldn't help but think so. Now Pu'er tea is in the north, and there is really no market. Although some people drink this, when talking about tea, everyone is still talking about Longjing Biluochun, about spring tea and Yuqian, so that Pu'er, which has no similar concept, has to pretend to be.

Besides, even if Yang Rui was willing to drink Pu'er, he did not drink as much as 100 tons, unless it was used for selling...

If it is said that someone else has made similar requests, Director Chen will still have some consideration, but the Nobel Prize winners sell tea? Even if you sell it, there is no need to sell Pu'er. It's a little harder for him to take Longjing. Isn't it easy for him to make a point of hair?

If Yang Rui was really used to sell, Director Chen would still be more willing. Such a big salesperson would not be able to find it with a lantern.

However, I know my family’s business. The output of Pu'er tea sold in the country is only a year. 100 tons of Pu'er tea can catch up with the annual consumption of Hong Kong and Macao. How many tea shops sell it together, and the amount that is stocked. ...

The more Factory Manager Chen thought about it, the more unreliable he became. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

"Planner..."

"What are you doing?"

Director Chen gave a fierce sound, and the cadres who called him were startled.

"The time is up." The cadre who came with him pointed to his watch and said, "There is still a quarter of an hour to seven o'clock."

"Let's go over." Director Chen tidied up and covered his mouth with a stab.

The blisters on his mouth hurt.

However, 100 tons of tea is the company’s half a year’s output. Director Chen did not dare to neglect, he went to the door of the ion channel laboratory in three steps in two steps, first handed a cigarette to the concierge Uncle Qin, and then asked: "Professor Yang is back."

"It's inside, you can wait in the living room." Uncle Qin pointed out the location, and didn't say much. Some people who come all the time are that he doesn't use the attitude of state-owned stores. It is already the result of training.

Director Chen nodded silently, the blisters in his mouth made him speechless.

"Director Chen is here." In the meeting room, Yang Rui was making tea awkwardly, and stood up when he saw it, with an excellent attitude.

In the face of Yang Rui with such a good attitude, Director Chen's heart tightened again.

In his impression, it is not necessarily a good thing to meet a boss with a good attitude when collecting money.

"Professor Yang." Director Chen sat down and said a few words, watching Yang Rui make tea.

From this look, Director Chen became even more anxious.

You who don't know how to make tea at all, what is it to buy 100 tons of tea?

"Why don't you come here?" Yang Rui was embarrassed by Director Chen.

"Okay." Director Chen said concisely and sat down in his seat, skillfully ironing the cup of tea.

After three rounds of tea, neither of them spoke.

Director Chen didn't know what to say, and there was a bubble in his mouth, which made him uncomfortable.

Yang Rui is trying to taste tea and has no time to chat.

It was also after drinking the best three puffs that Yang Rui noticed Director Chen’s expression and asked in confusion: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

"Bubbling on the mouth." Director Chen said with difficulty.

"Ulcer." Yang Rui nodded naturally, picked up the tea cup again, and then asked: "You said the tea was shipped, where is it now?"

"In the station warehouse." Director Chen didn't expect Liu Anhua to be in another village, and immediately felt that his mouth didn't hurt so much.

"How about tea?"

"It's all good, there will never be a problem."

"That's all right, I'll let Jiang go to inspect the goods." Yang Rui immediately called.

Factory Manager Chen felt that the illness of getting angry had alleviated a lot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Just get the goods. As for the remaining payment, he was not so anxious.

Yang Rui is not a business person. When Jiang Zhijun arrived, he raised two large suitcases from the office, opened them easily, and said, "Old Jiang click on it, and the rest will be handed over to you."

The big unity of 400,000 yuan, thick like four million in the era of a hundred yuan bill, is packed in two boxes, and the living area feels extremely crowded.

Director Chen stared at them, and the bubble on his mouth seemed to disappear somehow.

"I'm going to see the representative of Zelecom, Director Chen, if you still have tea, you can send some more." Yang Rui drank the tea. Seeing that Director Chen hadn't spoken yet, he thought he hadn't. After tea, I smiled and said goodbye.

When the people left, Director Chen suddenly reacted, there was no tea in my hand, and there were other factories.

Spot trading, how great is this?

Director Chen thought of this, his heart pounding.