Chapter 231: There is really no need to give any gift money
Several people came to the warehouse.
Qian Jiajia patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and said,
"Man, that's interesting."
Qian Jiajia looked at the thousands of kilograms of pork in front of her and was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
Although this is just a small achievement, it is the standard for assessing the work ability of cadres.
Never mind whether a blind cat or a dead cat is a good cat. A cat that can catch mice is a good cat.
Whoever can get pork means that this person does have certain working ability, which is also the standard for promotion and salary increase.
Just a thousand kilograms of pork, if you save some, it will be enough for them to eat for a week.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm your brother-in-law." Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said.
Recently, Qian Jiajia has been wandering.
The scale of joking with him became bigger and bigger. Seeing her enthusiasm, Yang Jun was so frightened that he did not dare to meet her in private.
"As long as the seniority is not different, it doesn't matter what you call it." Qian Jiajia said nonchalantly.
Qian Jiajia's personality is a bit like a boy, carefree, and she has this temperament with everyone. It is precisely because of her boldness, frankness, and straightforwardness that she has won the brother-in-law to be close to her.
Among their group of big boys, her popularity is the best except for Yi Qiushui.
Yi Qiushui gives people the impression of being delicate, intellectual, and tolerant, and can easily make people develop a desire for protection. However, Qian Jiajia is exactly the opposite of her character. She is independent, strong, and loyal. Therefore, those big boys in the courtyard are...
Everyone is willing to play with her.
Of course, those who are popular among boys must be very unpopular among girls. In their words, Qian Jiajia is a weirdo among women and a betrayer.
"You two have come to weigh me." Qian Jiajia called to the two soldiers who came with her.
One of the two soldiers had a leather bag in his pocket, and the other was holding a large scale. They heard Qian Jiajia's cry. They looked at me, and I looked at you, but neither of them had any intention of taking action.
When Yang Jun saw this, he immediately understood.
These two people must be officers with a little power in the cultural troupe, and they are specifically responsible for this procurement task.
The people in this art troupe all have princess-prince disease. They usually have their eyes higher than their head. They think that their hands or mouths are used for art and art. They disdain this kind of rough, tiring and dirty work.
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They always feel that doing this is a loss of face.
"What do you mean? Are you two grown men embarrassed to let me, a woman, do it?" Qian Jiajia asked angrily with her eyes widened.
The two comrades looked at Yang Jun together.
Yang Jun snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.
Those who can join the art troupe have some background behind them. They always feel that they are superior to others. Among the four people in front of them, Qian Jiajia is a woman, and the two of them maintain their own identities. Yang Jun is the only one who can do this job.
Usually, when they go to the market to buy, others do it, and they watch from the side. After buying, they either ask others to carry it into the car for them, or send it directly to the art troupe.
You always think that you are the buyer, have money in your pocket, and are the boss, so you all have to be flattering.
But Yang Jun is not used to this problem of theirs. Am I the kind of vendor who sells potatoes, radishes and cabbage?
I'm a butcher Yang who sells meat. Others can't buy it if they want to, but you get it instead.
"Oh, do you know who he is? How dare a small clerk at level 11 instruct someone with a salary at level 11? Who gave you the courage?"
Qian Jiajia laughed angrily. These two people didn't know the bounds of heaven and earth, and they actually wanted to let Yang Jun do it.
It would be nice if people help me get pork, but I also want to use people as free labor.
The two soldiers were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.
If what Qian Jiajia said is true, then the person in front of him does have a good background.
What is now implemented is the 1960s level 30 administrative salary standard. They are now level 10 clerks and enjoy level 28 administrative treatment. Qian Jiajia said that the person in front of them earns level 11 salary, which is 17 levels higher than them. In their hearts
After some calculation, the person in front of me was probably a department-level cadre, at least a deputy department-level official.
You must know that it is extremely difficult to advance to a level every time. Some people are so poor that they cannot advance to a level in their entire lives. Moreover, they are 17 levels older than themselves.
We are almost the same age, how come they are so good?
Yang Jun looked at the two tenth-level clerks in front of him and felt funny in his heart.
How could a man who was paid twenty-seven and a half dollars have the courage to instruct a man who was paid a hundred and ninety-five yuan to work?
In the past, these two guys would have been on the same level as Qin Huairu. Even though Qin Huairu was a yard sweeper, he was an eighth-level clerk, earning thirty-three and a half yuan a month.
The two young men seemed to have suffered a heavy blow to their self-esteem and came over with red faces.
They were afraid of getting their military uniforms dirty, so they just took off their shirts and neatly folded them aside.
The two of them worked like women, holding the pork with their hands as if they were not touching it, and their legs were spread very wide.
One of them even raised his orchid fingers while working.
Yang Jun and Qian Jiajia looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. They tried hard to hold it back, but their shoulders shrugged.
It took half an hour to weigh these ten pork slices. After the scales were completed, it took them another half hour to carry them to the car.
Yang Jun is in no hurry anyway and enjoys his leisure time. If you are willing to dawdle, then you can stay with me until the end.
After loading the pork into the car, the two guys frowned and kept rubbing their pork-stained hands against the wall.
Yang Jun folded the linoleum cloth on the ground and put it aside, lit a cigarette and squatted at the door of the warehouse.
Qian Jiajia came over with the account book and said while doing the calculations,
"The total amount of pork is one thousand four hundred and eighty-seven kilograms. We don't give meat stamps. How much does it cost per kilogram?"
Qian Jiajia squatted beside him, holding the account book in her arms, staring at him with a pair of big watery eyes.
At this moment, Qian Jiajia felt that for the first time, the look of a man smoking was so charming.
In the past, she hated men who smoked very much. As long as she was present, she would never allow anyone to smoke. Even if her father was at home, he would give her three points of noodles. Every time, he would hide in the study to smoke.
Smelling the faint smell of tobacco, she felt it didn't sting her nose for the first time.
Yang Jun tilted his head and looked at Qian Jiajia's big eyes, and subconsciously moved to the side.
"With our relationship, it's no problem to give it to you."
"That's no good. I bought it for my employer, so I can't let you pay for it." Qian Jiajia immediately became unhappy.
However, Yang Jun's words sounded quite heart-warming. He didn't expect that he had such a high status in his mind that he would be so generous as to give her thousands of kilograms of pork.
Isn't it embarrassing for him to ask how much a pound of pork is?
He is an old man who opens his mouth for food and stretches his hands for clothes. He doesn't often go to the vegetable market, so he doesn't know how much a pound of pork is. What's more, in the market, you can buy meat by ticket, and people won't sell it without a ticket.
If you want to buy meat without a ticket, you have to go to the black market, and he hasn't been to the black market for a long time, so naturally he doesn't know the current pork market.
A few days ago, the two wild boars he sold to the steel rolling mill were priced at seventy-eight cents per catty, and they gave them meat coupons. Although I later found out that I had been cheated by Old Tang, I guessed that the price of pork in the current market must be
It has exceeded 90 cents per pound.
"You can give it to me," Yang Jun said.
Qian Jiajia looked embarrassed. She called the two warriors who often bought over. The three of them discussed together for a while, and then one of the older warriors came over.
"Yang...Comrade Yang, right?"
The soldier blushed and said, "That's right. The current price on the market is ninety-two cents per catty. We won't give you tickets. How about we increase the original price by 30%?"
"One dollar and five pounds."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and directly quoted a fixed price.
He was very unhappy when he saw these two guys. They were whining and not happy at all.
At the same time, I also know what their intentions are.
Materials are so tight now. It can be said that tickets are worth more than money. Without tickets, you can't buy anything. Even if you have money to buy it on the black market, you still have to double or triple the amount of supplies on the black market?
They made good calculations, thinking that they would only use money to buy without meat stamps, and the saved meat stamps could be put to great use.
"Comrade Yang, one dollar and a half is too expensive. It has exceeded the budget. Do you think it can be less? How about we pay one dollar and a half?" the soldier said with a smile.
"If you want one piece and five loves, you can unload the meat for me." Yang Jun determined the price.
Two days ago, he would really have been able to accept one yuan and three kilograms, but after he looked at the logistics account book, he discovered that the recent increase in the price of supplies was very outrageous. Not to mention one yuan and a half kilogram, even one yuan and eighty.
People are rushing to get it.
Besides, he was just unhappy with these two guys, as if he was disgusted with them.
No, that's okay. If you're not too tired, please unload the meat for me.
The two soldiers looked at each other and smiled bitterly, then looked at Qian Jiajia.
After all, Qian Jiajia is the middleman, and she is the one who contacts the customers. I hope she can intercede, say something nice, and sell to them cheaper.
When Qian Jiajia saw this, she rolled her eyes and said seriously,
"One dollar and a half is indeed a bit expensive. We don't want it any more and are unloading it."
"Don't mention it...isn't this a trick on us?" One of the soldiers quickly stopped him.
The two of them worked tirelessly for more than an hour to get the pork into the car, and now they had to unload it. Thinking of how dirty they were, they refused to unload it even if they killed him.
"One dollar and a half is a dollar and a half. I will be the second master this time, and that's the price."
Another older soldier gritted his teeth and said.
"The total is two thousand two hundred and thirty-five yuan, and I'll give you the change." Yang Jun immediately quoted the price before he could finish.
Just now, he had already calculated the price in his mind.
"Okay, okay, two thousand two hundred yuan, right?"
When the two soldiers heard that Yang Jun had wiped away the change for him, smiles appeared on their faces.
Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "Erase it with five cents."
"ah?"
What the heck, thirty-five dollars is enough for your monthly salary. Do you think I look like a wretch?
If I apply so much to you, I might as well count the ball for one pound and four pounds.
The two looked at each other, then looked at Yang Jun, and curled their lips.
Although he didn't say it with his mouth, he must have scolded Yang Jun for being a stingy guy. Such a big leader only gave him 50 cents.
In the end, the two paid the money obediently.
Yang Jun took the money and put it directly in his pocket without counting it.
"I've set up two tables in the courtyard, are you really not going to go?"
Before getting in the car, Yang Jun asked Qian Jiajia again.
"I've already told you, I can't ask for leave."
Qian Jiajia seemed to be in a hurry to get back and urged the driver to drive quickly.
"I also told you, no gift money is required."
"roll……"
Looking at Qian Jiajia walking away, Yang Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Why doesn’t anyone believe you tell the truth these days?
