Early the next morning, Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo set off.

"In this way, we went. We will meet County Mayor Zheng at noon today, and then go to Tonglin City in the afternoon."

"Well, yes, I just don't know if County Magistrate Zheng has time. I heard that County Magistrate Zheng might have to walk up."

Song Weiguo's rumor is always so well-informed.

"Is that so? How many years have County Mayor Zheng worked?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

"Three years is about it, it has nothing to do with the working years. County Mayor Zheng is a college student. Do you know that college student?" Song Weiguo curled his lips and said with a slight bitterness.

College students are really like pride in this era. No matter what they do, they are all accompanied by the halo of the protagonist.

Speaking of which, Song Weiguo himself has worked in the county glass factory for almost ten years and has become the sales section chief of the county glass factory. If he continues to work in the future, it is not impossible for him to be the factory director.

But with his high school graduate's education, he is at the top of his head when he reaches this point. If he wants to continue moving up, there will be too many energy and opportunities.

But college students are different. They start as deputy county magistrates, and they can easily work at the municipal level.

If you have better luck, you may not have no hope when you reach the provincial level.

"You are envious, jealous and hateful!" Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile. He did not have the mentality of facing college students in this era.

"You are only envious, jealous, and hatred..." The two of them chatted to the county town. Jiang Xiaobai did not go in, and Song Weiguo went in to find Zheng Qingyun.

Soon, Song Weiguo came out.

"County Magistrate Zheng agreed and sit for lunch today."

Zheng Qingyun said with a smile.

"Okay, so I'll go to Lao Zhang's small restaurant to arrange it. After a while, you can take it directly after County Mayor Zheng gets off work."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and said, at this time, besides going to the cafeteria, there is only Lao Zhang’s small restaurant.

"Okay." Zheng Qingyun nodded. Jiang Xiaobai took him to Lao Zhang's small restaurant, so he could find a way.

"Old Zhang, Lao Zhang." Jiang Xiaobai shouted loudly as soon as he entered the small restaurant. He and Lao Zhang were also acquaintances.

"Xiaobai is here, what should I eat?" Lao Zhang turned his head and came out of the kitchen and asked.

"Purchase the venue, I'll book the venue today," Jiang Xiaobai took out 50 yuan and patted it on the table.

Lao Zhang looked at the 50 yuan and couldn't open his eyes, but he still asked in confusion: "What does it mean to book a venue?"

"I bought your restaurant today. The 50 yuan is yours. Let me make a good table."

Jiang Xiaobai smiled.

"Okay, how many people are there to eat? Is there anything you can do..." Lao Zhang held the 50 yuan tightly in his hand, and his old face was filled with joy.

It costs 50 yuan. A factory worker’s monthly salary is less than 40 yuan. He can earn money that others can’t earn in a month in this day.

Although the workers in state-owned enterprises are arrogant, they are all poor and have cleaner faces. Although they are not decent in their work.

It is not as good as a chef in a large factory unit. He has a decent and stable job, but he has a lot of income.

Two days ago, my wife bought a shirt with Yeliang, and she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet. If she had been put in the past, she would not have enough to even find out all the assets.

"Three people have nothing to avoid when eating. They can come as a sumptuous person. If you help me with the whole bottle of wine, the guests will probably arrive about 12 and a half."

Jiang Xiaobai said.

Lao Zhang responded, turned around and went to work. After a while, Lao Zhang's wife came, washed the rag with clean water, and wiped the table inside and out several times.

Soon, an attractive fragrance appeared in the kitchen. Jiang Xiaobai was bored when he saw Song Weiguo pushing the door and walking in.

"Brother Zheng, you're here, sit down quickly, sit down quickly." Jiang Xiaobai quickly stood up and greeted.

"Lao Zhang, how are the food?" Jiang Xiaobai said and shouted to the kitchen again.

"I'm just one dish short of it. I'll serve it for you now." Lao Zhang's voice came.

"Xiaobai, is this restaurant you run? How did you find this place?" Zheng Qingyun looked at the environment in the restaurant and asked curiously.

"The guest arrived, red chicken pieces, steamed carp..."

Lao Zhang came with the food.

"This is a part-time chef of the restaurant owner and Lao Zhang runs his own small restaurant." Jiang Xiaobai pointed at Lao Zhang and introduced to Zheng Qingyun.

"I also found this place by chance. Lao Zhang's craftsmanship is pretty good, Brother Zheng has tried it."

"Okay, I'll try it. Thank you for your hard work, brother." Zheng Qingyun said.

"No, I'm just doing this. Everyone eats well. If you have anything to be dissatisfied with, just say hello and I'll come over immediately..."

Old Zhang smiled very humbly, and after that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Zheng Qingyun looked at Lao Zhang's back and felt a little moved.

"The salary earned by chefs in state-owned hotels is troublesome for some people to eat, and they never have a good face. They open a restaurant and do business. I wish I could have a lot of guests every day..."

"Yes, once the existing economic system changes, the rise of the private economy is inevitable."

Jiang Xiaobai also sighed that the country's retreat and the people's advancement actually means that there is no national policy, and it will be an inevitable phenomenon.

"Okay, I won't talk about this anymore. Brother Zheng, come and I'll give you a drink."

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and said, only by living in this era can we understand the impact of state-owned enterprises on people's lives.

That is in all aspects, but with the reform and opening up, many state-owned enterprises collapsed overnight.

However, the rigid economic system must still be collapsed, otherwise the country will never catch up with the mainstream of the world.

"Okay, have a drink." Zheng Qingyun nodded. For some reason, when he was with Jiang Xiaobai, Zheng Qingyun liked to talk about current affairs and politics in these countries.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Jiang Xiaobai said, "Brother Zheng, I'm looking for you this time. I'm asking you for help if you have something to do."

Zheng Qingyun nodded and joked: "I guessed it, you won't come to me even if you have nothing to do. What's the matter?"

"Production line matter..." Jiang Xiaobai signaled to Song Weiguo, and Song Weiguo told him in detail about the Tonglin Canning Factory.

"The educated youth canning factory is under construction. We rented two Jiefang Trucks, there are 28 agents in the city, the road in Jianhua Village has also been rebuilt, and new canned varieties are also under development.

It can be said that once these two production lines are available, our educated youth canned food has really entered a new level, so these two production lines are particularly important to us."

Jiang Xiaobai said solemnly that the domestic canned market will not shrink in the next ten years, and the canned market will be desolate until after 1990.

With the prosperity of the domestic fruit market, canned food slowly withdraws from the stage.
Chapter completed!