Chapter 273 What does duck mean

No matter what Cha Kuiyuan said, whether it was Zhang Shouchun or Jin Yuqing, they all remained silent when Xu Shu entered Cao's camp.

After locking their bicycles in the bicycle shed, the two women walked into the logistics and administration building without looking back.

The Finance Department was on the fourth floor. The two of them were wearing black leather shoes, stepping on the stairs, "ta-da, ta-da", attracting the attention of many colleagues, especially some male comrades, who greeted them enthusiastically: "Hey, Comrade Zhang, Comrade Jin, good morning!"

It's a pity that time is merciless, and the two girls always have a stern face in the unit
Cha Kuiyuan watched the two women disappear from his sight, and could only smile bitterly at his wife Zhang Shouying, "Shouying, you are right, Shouchun and Deming regard the Chinese medicine factory as trouble and try to avoid it."

"I specifically asked you to help me plead with Shouchun, but it didn't change her mind."

"Isn't this obvious?" Zhang Shouying gently persuaded, "They don't even want such a large dividend from the Chinese medicine factory. They have made their attitude clear long ago. I have been advising you not to be the private manager and that it would be best if you could go to the workshop, but you didn't listen."

"Kui Yuan, I think you should fire your private manager."

Cha Kuiyuan watched as more and more workers walked to the factory gate to work, and sighed inaudibly: "Shouying, I have no choice. It was Shou Chong and I who arranged for the old and young people in our factory to invest in the Chinese medicine factory and come to work. Now that it is a public-private partnership, they all rely on me, the private manager, to support them."

"Kuiyuan, I think you are reluctant to give up the little power in your hands, and reluctant to have others respectfully call you Manager Cha." As her husband's bedmate, Zhang Shouying has long understood her husband's psychology very well.

She understood that her husband did not have much desire for money, and even did not care about it. The best way to describe it was to say that he would not feel any pain even if his son sold his father's land.

But since he became the head of this Chinese medicine factory, he felt the recognition and respect from others. This recognition and respect was not because he was the grandson of Zeng Chong, the Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the cousin of Wanrong, the last empress of the Qing Dynasty, but simply came from himself.

As a result, he gradually became more and more unable to let go of his identity as a manager.

In fact, it’s the same principle as Zhang Shouchong is now devoting himself to ethnic affairs in the Civil Affairs Bureau and united front work in the CPPCC.

Cha Kuiyuan had his deepest secret suddenly exposed by his wife. He stood there in a daze, staring at Zhang Shouying, unable to speak for a long time.

It was not until a worker came to the parking shed to park his car and greeted him, calling him "Manager Cha" that he reacted, forced a smile in response, and then took Zhang Shouying away.

He accompanied his wife to the warehouse of fine materials. Standing at the door of the warehouse, hesitating for a while, he stamped his feet suddenly, and said with determination: "Forget it, Shouying, I promise you, as long as the problem of materials in the Chinese medicine factory is solved, I will resign as the private manager."

"Yeah!" Zhang Shouying continued to respond gently and nodded slightly.

When Zhang Shouchun got home from get off work in the evening, he saw Wang Deming and immediately told him about Cha Kuiyuan's wish for Wang Deming to find the real boss. He then added nonchalantly, "Why is my second brother-in-law still so stubborn?"

"The purpose of socialist transformation is to eliminate private ownership. It's only a matter of time before he, a private manager, is taken down. Why do you still care so much?"

Zhang Shouchun pouted and continued, "Whether it's the supply and marketing cooperative or the manager of the public office, which one of them can he sway now? If he doesn't behave himself, he will suffer if he is caught one day!"

"Hey, Deming, will you come forward to find the real boss?"

"What a coincidence, isn't it?" Wang Deming washed his hands and wiped them with a towel while pointing at a plate of roast duck on the table and said with a smile, "Come and try the duck that Aunt Zhang bought specially at Quanjude today."

Zhang Shouchun looked at Wang Deming suspiciously, thinking that he didn't hear clearly, and asked again: "I asked you if you would go find the real boss? Why did you ask me to eat duck?" Wang Deming continued to smile and said: "You will know after you eat a bite of duck."

"OK then"

Zhang Shouchun rarely joined in the preparation of dinner - he helped to distribute the bowls and chopsticks. After sitting down, he couldn't wait to use the lotus leaf pancake to pick up a few slices of duck meat, dipped it in a little sweet noodle sauce, rolled it up with shredded scallions and cucumber strips, and put it into his mouth.

She frowned after chewing it twice, and after swallowing it with difficulty, she turned around and asked Aunt Zhang who was serving the soup: "Aunt Zhang, you haven't been deceived, have you? How can this be Quanjude's hanging oven roast duck? The duck doesn't taste right? It's so hard!"

Zhang was stunned when she heard this, and subconsciously said, "No, it's not delivered to my home now. I went to the Quanjude store in Dashilan, Qianmen to buy it."

"Ah." Zhang Shouchun looked at Aunt Zhang, then at Wang Deming, and finally turned the sliced ​​duck meat with chopsticks, frowning and saying, "Aunt Zhang, where's the duck head?"

Aunt Zhang was a little at a loss, "I just gave Lao Zhao some wine."

"Miss, this is really the duck I bought from Quanjude."

Wang Deming smiled and consoled her, "Auntie Zhang, Shouchun didn't suspect that you bought the duck from somewhere else. She just wanted to confirm whether the duck Quanjude is using is the same stuffed duck as before."

Zhang Shouchun put down her chopsticks in frustration. She had originally wanted to identify the duck by its head, but now there was no hope at all.

But Wang Deming's words reminded her, and she immediately turned to Aunt Zhang, shook her shoulders lightly, and said coquettishly: "Aunt Zhang, why do you let Lao Zhao only eat duck heads as a snack? Buy two more in the future, our family is not short of these few dollars, you can bring this plate of roast duck to him now."

"No, no, I bought two, and Aunt Bai and I kept them in the kitchen." Aunt Zhang quickly waved her hand to refuse, and then she smiled again, saying with a smile: "He would be so happy to have a duck head to go with his wine."

"Miss, you don't know that every time Lao Zhao takes our food to the big wine jar to drink, he is very proud. One time he came back dazed and told me that other people either had pickles or a few broad beans and peanuts, but he always had duck heads, chicken feet, and tripe, always meat dishes, which made his drinking buddies very envious."

"As for him, the most unfortunate thing is that we don't eat pig heads, so he has one less thing to show off."

"Haha." A hearty laugh rang out at the dinner table.

Zhang Shouchun held his stomach and laughed intermittently: "Auntie Zhang, you should buy some pork head for Lao Zhao tomorrow. We have to help him. Haha, ouch, my stomach hurts from laughing so hard."

After a while, she pouted, turned her head to look at Wang Deming, and said unhappily, "Tell me, what happened to the duck? I hate your mysterious look the most."

"Doesn't this explain the problem?" Wang Deming raised his lips slightly. "This actually shows one of the drawbacks of the unified purchase and sales of the supply and marketing cooperatives after the public-private partnership. There is no quality control, and all meat is priced uniformly."

"Now it's not just Quanjude, the mutton from Donglaishun is also not acceptable."

"So there's no need for me to go out and find the real boss. Once the higher-ups find the problem, they will definitely come up with a policy to solve it."

"Really?" Not only Zhang Shouchun didn't believe it, but the other women at the table felt the same way.

(End of this chapter)