There are a lot of cars parked in front of the Donglaishun Mutton Restaurant, including jeeps, sedans, and the worst ones are three-wheelers.
After parking the car, Yang Jun took out two Chinese cigarettes and two bottles of Maotai liquor from the space, then locked the car and plunged into Donglaishun Mutton Restaurant.
In the lobby, smoke and steam mixed together, filling the entire space.
Four square tables were put together to form a large table, with more than twenty people sitting around it.
"Yang (Yang) Jiao Feng, come here quickly, I'm just missing you."
Sharp-eyed Li Gangjing quickly stood up and greeted him.
Yang Jun put the cigarettes and wine on the table, and while taking off his military coat, he smiled and cursed,
"You damn Li Gangjing, prepare a thousand yuan red envelope and drink my wedding wine on the second day of the Lunar New Year."
"I know, I know, I've already prepared it."
Yang Jun did not realize that there was nothing wrong with Li Gangjing's words, but instead greeted his old comrades enthusiastically.
"Old Yang, long time no see."
"Yang Jiaofeng, are you looking for trouble? You've been back for so many days and you still don't come to visit the pier?"
"Have you forgotten how I took care of you when I was a soldier?"
The old comrades all stood up and came over to say hello to Yang Jun.
They either patted his shoulders or punched his chest with their fists, almost knocking his breath out.
"Brothers, it's all my fault. I'll punish myself with three cups of wine later." Yang Jun clasped his fists and begged for mercy again and again.
At this time, a man walked over from the side. He was not much taller than Wu Dalang and had a baby face. He looked very festive.
"Sheep Horn Feng, do you still recognize me?"
Yang Jun heard the sound and looked back. His eyes suddenly narrowed and he grinned and said,
"Haha, Wang Erwa."
The man named Wang Erwa immediately screamed in anger, and with a running start, he hung directly on Yang Jun.
Wang Erwa hugged Yang Jun's neck and said viciously with a deliberately sullen face,
"What a shame, I changed my name to Wang Dezhi a long time ago. If you dare to call me by my old name again, believe it or not, I will crush your balls."
Yang Jun held Wang Erwa's butt and hugged him, then teased,
"Are you willing to?"
The old comrades-in-arms who were watching laughed at their indecent postures and coaxed them to hurry up and get their certificates.
In fact, these old comrades-in-arms all knew the reason for their iconic move. Not only did they not make fun of them, but they also looked envious of their comrades-in-arms, which transcended life and death.
Most of these old comrades still remember that when they were performing missions in the Northeast, Wang Erwa once used this posture to block a bullet for Yang Jun. The bullet grazed his spine and he almost became paralyzed. Later, in
It took him eight months in the hospital to recover. Later, due to physical reasons, he was demobilized and returned to work.
Although Yang Jun who had traveled through time had not experienced that thrilling battle, he felt an indescribable closeness to Wang Erwa in his bones. The two hugged each other and did not want to separate for a long time.
Yang Jun and his old comrades exchanged pleasantries for a while, and after ten minutes, everyone returned to their seats.
"Yang Jiaofeng, I heard that you have been promoted again, tsk tsk." Comrade Ji Demin smacked his lips and said enviously.
Yang Jun handed the cigarettes he brought to each one, and then lit a fire himself, blowing out the smoke and saying: "Old Ji, you are not bad at all. I heard that three-thirds of an acre of land in the textile factory belongs to you."
Take care of it.”
Ji Demin shook his head and said with a meaningful smile: "I can't compare with your kid. I guess this will be the end of my life. Your kid is different. He has a bright future..."
Ji Demin is Yang Jun's old leader in the team. He is in his early 40s and has worked hard for so many years to finally climb to this position.
In fact, what he said is right. At his age, he would probably be in the position of factory director.
However, Yang Jun seemed to hear something else from his words.
"Let me tell you, Lao Ji, we are all men who pee standing up, can we speak more directly?"
Ji Demin looked around at the old comrades in arms and exchanged glances with them. The old comrades in arms nodded in agreement.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jun knew that Ji Demin was elected as their representative and prepared to make an opening statement.
"I heard that your kid will get married in the next year, so you won't invite us old comrades to a wedding banquet?"
Yang Jun smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and deliberately tried: "Who did you hear that I want to get married?"
"Didn't your kid just come in and say you're going to get married on the second day of the Lunar New Year?"
Seeing Yang Jun's evil smile, Ji Demin was so angry that he tapped him with his hand and said, "Stop pretending, kid. The circle is so big. Is there anything in the entire Forty-Nine City that we old brothers don't know about?"
"You have a good wife." Ji Demin sighed.
"Yeah yeah."
Other comrades in arms echoed.
Seeing that Yang Jun couldn't hide the matter from them, he simply admitted it generously.
"No one has been able to hold their shit in. Tell me, is there anything I can do to help?"
Hearing this, Ji Demin happily slapped the table and said: "Just wait for what you said, we won't make it difficult for you. Your boy is now the deputy director of logistics and the chief of the purchasing department of the steel rolling mill. I'm looking for you to transfer some supplies."
is that OK?"
These old comrades all hold high positions and can speak well in their respective units. They usually have contact with high-level people and receive timely information. Yang Jun's promotion cannot be hidden from them.
"Tell me, what do you want to adjust?" Yang Jun crossed his legs like a wealthy landlord.
Come on, come and kill me.
The steel rolling mill is directly under the superior leadership, which is many times higher than those of other factories. Many small factories below turn to them to adjust supplies.
These so-called transfer materials are all unplanned materials. When a batch of orders comes in, the factory always produces more steel than the original order just in case. After the steel is delivered according to the order, the remaining
Steel is an unplanned material.
When many factories need to use steel, they have to buy it with batch strips. It's not that easy to get batch strips. They can only find steel rolling mills privately and use the materials produced in their own factories to exchange for steel products.
As the head of the purchasing department, Yang Jun naturally went to the warehouse to see that three large warehouses were filled with materials transferred from other factories.
"I need cotton." Ji Demin exhaled the smoke in his mouth and said solemnly.
Yang Jun was stunned, pointed at Li Lixin, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative next to him, and said, "You need cotton. If you don't ask Lao Li, why should you ask me?"
Ji Demin rolled his eyes and said with a look of disgust on his face: "The little cotton from his supply and marketing cooperative is not enough to stuff my teeth."
Before Yang Jun could reply, Li Lixin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly became unwilling.
"I said Lao Ji, since you don't like the cotton from our supply and marketing cooperative, well, I will ask them to withdraw the order from your textile factory when I get back."
"Hey, come on, Lao Li, no matter how small the flies are, they are still meat. The more the merrier, hehe, the more the merrier." Ji Demin quickly said with a smile.
Yang Jun knew that there were more than 10,000 kilograms of cotton in the factory's warehouse, so he did not refuse and said directly,
"I can only provide 13,000 kilograms of cotton here, no more."
"Okay, although the amount is a bit small, it can last for a while." Ji Demin grinned happily.
In fact, there are thousands of kilograms of cotton in Yang Jun's space, but he is unwilling to use the things in the space. Comrades can help each other, but they must be within their ability. He will not use things in the space to give favors.
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At present, all he can do is take care of them as much as possible within the scope of his authority.
"Lao Yang, I need twenty tons of steel bars here."
"Yang Jiaofeng, I need thirty tons of cement here."
"Lao Yang, help me prepare 100,000 enamel jars."
Regarding the requests of his old comrades, Yang Jun agreed to everything he could, and explained clearly to them what he could not do. Of course, as a courtesy, Yang Jun also transferred some materials needed by the steel rolling mill to them.
