She and Yang Jun are like old friends who have known each other for many years, and they always joke when they meet.
"Tomorrow I will host a few tables at home and invite you, a great benefactor, to come over for a drink. I wonder if you will appreciate my favor?"
Yang Jun was relatively close to her, and could vaguely smell her breath. It might be that her breath was disordered, causing her face to turn red, and her originally fair skin to become more rounded now.
"Well... there's no need to eat. I can't ask for leave here."
Qian Jiajia tilted her head and rolled her eyes twice before deciding not to attend the banquet.
"Don't worry, I won't accept gifts when eating. Please think about it again." Yang Jun teased.
"roll……"
Qian Jiajia rolled her eyes in anger and waved her red fist to demonstrate to Yang Jun.
"Is sister short of money? What sister is short of is time."
"If I invite you to go to Lao Mo for a meal now, do you have time?" Yang Jun took a step forward and said with a smile.
"It must be there, but..." Qian Jiajia paused and continued: "But I don't want to use this favor for food. Can you do me a small favor?"
After Qian Jiajia finished speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment.
When she does this, she always feels like a villain trying to repay a favor.
"No problem, just say it."
Qian Jiajia was stunned. She didn't expect Yang Jun to agree so happily.
"You didn't ask me what I asked you to do, and you just agreed?"
Yang Jun spread his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "As long as you don't ask me to change my wife, I can agree to anything else."
Hearing this, Qian Jiajia waved her little fists and said angrily: "I find that you are becoming more and more dishonest, as if I have any plans for you?"
"Hey, look what you said, a rare species like me shouldn't give you a vaccination in advance?" Yang Jun said narcissistically.
"roll……"
Qian Jiajia was so angry that she chased him and beat him.
"That lesbian, please pay attention to military appearance and discipline."
While the two were having fun, the guard standing guard at the door shouted at them.
"Yes, Comrade Guard."
Qian Jiajia immediately stopped fighting and saluted the veteran.
Even though Qian Jiajia had a higher position than him, she couldn't help but feel annoyed when faced with the guards' accusations. Instead, she returned the military salute to express her gratitude.
Qian Jiajia wears a military uniform, and every move she makes represents the honor of the military. Especially the phenomenon of laughing and playing in front of the art troupe is a discredit to the military.
Qian Jiajia was born in a military family and had the words "military honor" engraved in her bones. After being reminded by the guard, she immediately realized her mistake and sincerely apologized.
"Let's go. If you have something to ask me for help, let's talk while eating."
Yang Jun straightened his appearance and said to Qian Jiajia.
"Old Mo?" Qian Jiajia's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"necessary."
Yang Jun drove her to Lao Mo for dinner.
This girl likes sweets, so she ordered two sweets and a medium-rare lamb chop.
Yang Jun still had the smell of Jia Zhang's family on his body, and he didn't have much appetite at the moment, but in order to take care of Qian Jiajia's face, he still ordered a pasta.
"Tell me, what help do you need from me?"
Yang Jun asked when he saw that the meal was almost done.
"Then... let's forget about that." Qian Jiajia took the last bite of steak, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said a little sheepishly.
"Don't bother me. Do you think I'm unwilling to help or that I can't help you?" Yang Jun became anxious upon hearing this.
Qian Jiajia helped his sister become an art soldier. This was a very great kindness, and it was not something that could be solved by treating her to a few meals.
Artistic soldiers are different from other soldiers in that they are very popular. Not only do they receive good treatment, but they can also learn many skills, such as singing, dancing, musical instruments, and talent shows.
Although both art soldiers and ordinary soldiers need to participate in training, the advantage is that they don't have to carry a gun to fight. The most important thing is that they can be at the headquarters of the Forty-Nine City Art Troupe, and it is relatively close to home. During holidays, they can go home to visit.
Qian Jiajia's nose straightened up, her eyes rolled around, she glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid you'll be in trouble."
"I have contacted my father and even several uncles in the yard about this matter, but they were unable to do anything."
"Hey, hey, you can't say this. I am indeed not as good as the big leaders in terms of official position and connections, but what's the point? For example, you need to arrange for two people to go into the factory to recruit people for you and get some food supplies.
food……"
"Wait a minute, you just said you can get grain and non-staple food?"
Before Yang Jun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qian Jiajia. She grabbed Yang Jun's hand and asked.
"Oh, I'm the best at this. It's a trivial matter and it's all taken care of by me, but..."
Yang Jun said this and carefully pulled out his hand.
"Let's talk about it, can you please stop taking action?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he felt relieved.
He is the best at this, and food and other supplementary foods are simply a piece of cake for him.
"Can you really get food?" Qian Jiajia didn't feel dissatisfied and asked again.
"Yes, as long as the amount is not too big, it's no problem." After Yang Jun finished speaking, he looked at everyone around him, then leaned over and asked in a low voice: "How much do you want?"
"A pig." Qian Jiajia raised a finger.
"What? A pig?"
Yang Jun's mouth was so open that he thought Qian Jiajia would open his mouth like a lion, but he didn't expect that it took him a long time to get a pig.
"Yes...isn't it too embarrassing?" Qian Jiajia's face turned red. She thought it was too much and it would be a bit difficult for Yang Jun.
Yang Jun shrugged, leaned back on my chair, lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke, and said quietly,
"It's a bit difficult. I usually start at 50,000 pounds."
"ah?"
Yang Jun looked at Qian Jiajia's open-mouthed boss and smiled: "If you have investigated me carefully, you should know that a few years ago, I brought 70,000 kilograms of grain and 50,000 kilograms of pork to the steel rolling mill.
What does a mere pig mean to us?"
"Just two days ago, I bought nearly 800 kilograms of wild boar for the steel rolling mill. Can you tell me what you're doing?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yang Jun could guess at this time why the leaders did not help Qian Jiajia.
Logically speaking, getting a pig is just a matter of opening their mouths for them, but why are they unwilling to help?
Speaking of which, it all started with Yang Jun.
Years ago, he invested nearly 10 million kilograms of grain in the suburbs, which attracted the attention of the superiors. During that time, everyone was in danger and everyone was wiping their own butts. This matter did not last long. Who is willing to take risks at this time?
"You're right. Things that the big leaders can't handle won't matter to you. That's it. When can you send me the pig?"
Qian Jiajia's brows relaxed and she seemed to be in a very happy mood, finally settling the matter.
"Don't worry, you haven't told me what you want the pig for." Yang Jun knocked on the table and said.
"What do you want a pig for? Of course it's for eating. Could it be that I keep it as a pet?" Qian Jiajia curled her lips and looked at Yang Jun with disdain and was speechless.
"Are you short of words? Don't tell me that you did it for your company?"
Yang Junyi has a black line on his forehead, and being suspected of having an IQ has really hit him hard.
"Hey, you really guessed it right, I did it for the unit."
"Your unit is short of this? Is it your little girl's turn to do it?"
Yang Jun suspected that this girl wanted the pig for some other purpose.
Qian Jiajia opened her mouth, opened and closed her lips slightly several times, and pointed at Yang Jun speechlessly.
"I really don't know how you, the deputy director in charge of logistics, became the deputy director of logistics. Don't you know how scarce food is now? We haven't seen meat in our unit for almost three months, and the meal subsidy in the canteen has been reduced by two points.
, even my family has a hard time eating one meal of meat a week.”
Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this.
As Qian Jiajia said, since he became the deputy factory director in charge of logistics, deputy director Liu Feng has basically been in charge of all major and minor matters, especially the food and drink in the canteen, where he has less involvement.
No wonder Director Tang in the cafeteria was so white-skinned that he wanted to keep those two big wild boars.
At first he didn't believe it, but after Qian Jiajia's reminder, he realized that the food in the cafeteria was indeed not as good as before in recent times.
Although he doesn't eat in the big canteen, every time he passes by the canteen hall, he can always hear employees complaining that the food is getting worse and worse.
Yang Jun was deep in thought, trying hard to recall the history of this period and thinking about the major events that happened at home and abroad.
In the past few years, in order to pay off Lao Maozi's debts, people across the country tightened their belts and lived a hard life for many years. Coupled with natural disasters, food production was reduced, and there was a large remaining labor force in various cities, including many educated young people.
There are no jobs, so urban survival is under great pressure.
Due to the reduction in food production and the increase in population, many cities cannot supply sufficient food, and major units have lowered their food standards.
As for why the steel rolling mill hasn't lowered its food standards yet, it's probably because the batch of grain he obtained years ago played a role. Yang Jun guessed that it won't be long before the steel rolling mill will also lower its food standards.
His salary was high, he had space to support him, he never lacked food or clothing, and he was slow to perceive changes in the outside world. Therefore, when Qian Jiajia scratched the workplace food, he felt incredible.
"The logistics officer in our unit has retired from the army, and there happens to be a vacancy. I also want to improve, otherwise I won't be asking for help from you."
When Qian Jiajia saw that Yang Jun was deep in thought and silent, he simply made his words clear.
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and looked at him speechlessly.
If you want to make progress, isn't it just a matter of Uncle Qian's words?
Why bother?
But, think about it.
If he doesn't make some achievements, it's hard for Uncle Qian to talk about it.
"Hey, don't think blindly. This matter has nothing to do with my dad. I just want to do things based on my own ability."
Qian Jiajia seemed to see what Yang Jun was thinking and hurriedly explained.
"What are you trying to explain? I didn't think so."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said teasingly: "But, I think it's quite fun to rely on dad to make a living."
"Get out of here, I'm trying to get in trouble with you again." Qian Jiajia's face darkened, and she threatened with her fist shaking.
"Okay, why don't you tell me? I will send you pigs the day after tomorrow. Just in time, my sister will be able to eat pork on the first day she joins the army."
Yang Jun quickly begged for mercy.
"You are quite scheming." Qian Jiajia said contemptuously.
