AWB Chapter 105 What should we do now? Should I ask someone to look for my third brother?
Chapter 105 What should we do now? Should I ask someone to look for my third brother?
People around looked over, their faces full of disbelief: "Girl, the Mid-Autumn Festival is still a long way off, it's a waste for you to take it home!"
Qiao Manman said with a smile, "Before we came, the leader said that it doesn't matter if it's a day earlier or later. As long as we can order mooncakes and let the workers have some fresh ones, our efforts will not have been in vain!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Jiamou, the leader of the food factory, beckoned: "Young comrade, come here with me to the factory to talk!"
Qiao Manman hummed in agreement, pushed through the crowded people, and entered the food factory through the small door.
Wu Jiamou asked, "Where are you from? How much do you want to order? Are you sure you want to buy it now? We won't be responsible if it spoils!"
Qiao Manman nodded: "I'm sure! I wonder what the maximum number you can order?"
"Five thousand, I'll say! The factory can go into full production by the end of August!"
Qiao Manman's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll take them all!"
Wu Jiamou was taken aback for a moment, but after checking Qiao Manman's letter of introduction, he was hesitant to sell to her.
"Young lady, why don't you give your boss a call? Five thousand is no small number; most small factories can't handle that!"
Qiao Manman thought for a moment and nodded: "Then thank you, Director Wu!"
Wu Jiamou hummed in agreement, indicating that she should dial the number.
Qiao Manman's fingers flew across the keyboard, and after a connection was established, she successfully heard Director Miao's voice.
"Hey?"
"It's me, Qiao Manman, the factory manager! I'm currently at the Suzhou Food Factory, in Director Wu's office!"
"Ah, Comrade Xiao Qiao, you've arrived! Was your journey smooth?"
"Success! Factory manager, I'm calling to confirm that it's okay for us to distribute the benefits ahead of schedule!"
Director Wu said that they would be supplying factories around Suzhou with all their might in September, and if they wanted mooncakes, they could only do so this month!
Miao Shoujun was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "Wow, they can actually get their hands on one?"
He just didn't want Qiao Manman to run around, so he deliberately made things difficult for her.
"Oh, yes! It's okay, we can just distribute them ahead of time!"
I thought to myself that big cities are different; as long as you don't crowd together, it's quite easy to buy mooncakes.
Unlike their small county town, where people rush to food factories every year to compete for a share, and even then, they're not guaranteed to get any.
"Factory manager, how many should we order? The maximum we can produce here is five thousand. Do you want to ask other factories if they need some of these too?"
Miao Shoujun paused for a moment, and was about to shake his head when he changed the subject: "Well, let me ask, I'll get back to you in a bit!"
Qiao Manman hung up the phone and chatted casually with Director Wu.
"Director Wu, what flavors of mooncakes do you have here?"
"Which would you like: five-nut filling, brown sugar, red beans, mung beans, or hawthorn berries?"
"One of each is fine, five in a pack. Director Wu, could you calculate the minimum price for me so I can discuss it with the factory manager?"
Wu Jiamou nodded and quoted a reasonable price. Qiao Manman calculated in her mind and would report to Miao Shoujun when he called.
"Director Miao, Director Wu saw that we wanted a lot, so he gave us a fairly favorable price. Five packs, each containing five different fillings, cost 1.2 yuan. How many do you want?"
Miao Shoujun made the decision: "Take as many as you can! Tell Director Wu to start production as soon as possible, and I'll send the money over there first thing tomorrow morning."
Qiao Manman hummed in agreement and relayed her words to Wu Jiamou. But Wu Jiamou didn't believe her, fearing she might be unreliable, and insisted on confirming with Miao Shoujun.
Qiao Manman didn't care and let the two leaders chat remotely.
I thought to myself, "What did I even do here? I could have just made a phone call. What a waste of time."
A few minutes later, Wu Jiamou hung up the phone. His gaze towards Qiao Manman was particularly loving.
"Does Comrade Xiao Qiao have a place to stay? Would you like us to prepare a dormitory room for you?"
Qiao Manman smiled and shook her head: "Thank you for your kindness, Director Wu, but I have relatives in Suzhou and I'll be staying at their house for the next couple of days!"
Therefore, Wu Jiamou did not try to stop her and saw Qiao Manman off.
Of course, it was also made very clear that for the first collaboration, production would only be arranged after the funds were received.
Qiao Manman didn't care; she had other things to do anyway. As long as the food factory could guarantee the quality, that was fine.
"Don't worry about that. Our food factory has been established for over 20 years, and our products have an excellent reputation!"
If it weren't for your factory manager's flexibility, as you can see, there are so many people at the gate, even if the queue goes on until next year, it still won't be your factory's turn.
By the way, we don't handle delivery. You should check with the transport team beforehand to see if they have any trucks going to your area!
Qiao Manman then realized that things were different now than in later years; the logistics system had not been developed, and many things required manual coordination.
Qiao Manman nodded, but didn't plan to use road transport. The roads were bad, and it would take a long time.
"I understand, Director Wu. You're busy, I'll come back in three days!"
As Qiao Manman left the food factory, she was surrounded by a group of people. They asked, "Girl, are you really going to give out holiday bonuses?"
Qiao Manman nodded: "We live in a small city, we don't care about those things. My brothers and sisters have been longing for Suzhou-style mooncakes for a long time, and as long as we can eat them, we don't care if it's early or late."
After a moment's hesitation, everyone decided that they couldn't do it that way. It wouldn't look good to give out the benefits so early and go home empty-handed for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
One quick-witted person asked, "How much raw material did the factory stock up this year? What if they finish it all for that girl, and then there's nothing left for us?"
"No, no, it's not that serious. How much could a little girl like her need? At most three or five hundred, it won't make any difference!"
Qiao Manman had no idea what everyone was discussing. After saying that, she left.
I took the bus back to Paiyun Street and had dinner along the way.
It gets dark really early here. By six o'clock, it already felt gloomy. Before seven o'clock, it was completely dark.
Qiao Manman sat on the stone bench, listening to Qiao Mingqian pacing back and forth.
It wasn't until 10 p.m., after everyone had gone to sleep, that he brought his two sons to the door of the old man and woman's room and gently knocked.
"Father, Mother, are you asleep? I have something to tell you!"
The elderly person is a light sleeper and will wake up at the slightest noise.
He said "Just a moment," got dressed, and got out of bed. Two minutes later, he opened the door latch: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Mingqian assigned one of his two sons to guard the hanging flower gate, and the other to guard the courtyard of the third house.
Seeing his son's seriousness, Qiao Lingyue stepped aside from the doorway and went back to light the oil lamp.
Qiao Mingqian rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat nervous.
Taking two deep breaths, I made up my mind to tell the truth: "Dad, Mom, I was bumped into today, and when I got to work, I found an extra note in my pocket."
As he spoke, he took out the note. Qiao Lingyue glanced at it, his brows furrowing tightly, unsure whether the contents of the note were true or false.
"No wonder, no wonder I was so good to him, yet he never appreciated me, instead always siding with Ding Cuiying. I thought he had memories of what happened back then and treated her like his mother..."
"So that's how it is! No wonder Ding Cuiying hasn't dared to come over all these years; she's afraid we'll discover something!"
"Father, Mother, what do we do now? Should I ask someone to look for my third brother?"
Qiao Lingyue shook her head: "No need!"
"Old Joe!"
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