Fang Yangqian sneaked into the biogas plant with a group of cadres and employees and went straight to the canteen of the biogas plant.
Far away, they could smell the smell of meat.
A brick kiln cadre twitched his nose so hard that his eyes turned red.
"Director, meat, it's meat!"
Fang Yangqian was equally greedy.
But in order to maintain the dignity of the factory director, he still scolded.
"What's all the fuss about eating meat? Look at your ideological awareness. It's not like our factory has never eaten meat."
The cadres stopped talking.
Does that count as eating meat?
Not even the meat residue.
At most it tastes like meat.
Speaking of which, I still haven't caught up with the good times. I heard that when the brick kiln factory was rich in the past, you could eat meat twice a month.
Although the cadre said nothing more, the group of people looked at each other and speeded up their pace tacitly.
It was just lunch time and there were many people in the cafeteria.
A few people walked into the cafeteria with stern expressions, blended in with a group of employees wearing brick kiln uniforms, and successfully got their meals.
Because the biogas plant is open 24 hours a day, Master Song took into account the comrades who work the night shift, so the standard set meal for the employees is two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, two steamed buns, and a bowl of rice lake.<
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The first package is free.
If you feel it is not enough, you can buy another one at the market price.
But generally speaking, for employees who work hard all year round, the portion of the set meal is just right.
Some lesbians even bring lunch boxes to take back unfinished meals.
Director Fang successfully received the set meal.
He deliberately separated from the cadres and found a corner to sit down by himself.
Today’s meat dish is stir-fried shredded pork with green beans, and the vegetarian dish is stir-fried shredded pork with tomatoes and tomatoes, especially the stir-fried shredded pork with green beans, the shredded meat inside is cut almost as thick as a tachyon.
This configuration is top-notch in the entire Wan'an County.
Fang Yangqian couldn't wait to take two bites of the dish, then took a bite of the wowotou, almost crying with satisfaction.
It’s so delicious.
At the stall where he was immersed in eating, two workers from the brick kiln factory next to him had just finished their meals.
They were picking their teeth and discussing something in a low voice.
Fang Yangqian vaguely heard them mention his name.
He couldn't help but turn his head to eavesdrop.
A said: "Have you heard?"
B said: "I heard about it."
A said: "Is it true?"
Person B said: "Honey, it's all posted on the publicity board. Speaking of which, the benefits of the biogas plant are also great. Director Cao is very generous and much better than our fussy director."
Person A said: "Shh... Be careful, walls have ears. Our factory director is petty-minded, and it's not like you don't know that."
Person B said: "Ah, yes, yes, I especially like to take advantage..."
One Buddha with thousands of qi was born, and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
I said in my heart, if it weren’t for me to be the bridge, would you be able to have a hot employee meal?
He pulled his head out of his rice bowl and revealed his identity on the spot.
The two employees were frightened.
They also wondered who the starving guy next to them was, working like a reincarnation.
Unexpectedly, he was the director of his own factory.
Walls really have ears.
Employee A said tremblingly.
"Director, why are you here? Aren't you eating in our factory?"
Fang Yangqian glared at the two of them fiercely.
I thought that if our factory had food, would I come over here to get some food?
He suppressed his anger and asked curiously.
"By the way, what did you just say?"
Employee B quickly said: "The factory informed us that during this period, all employees will be provided with three free meals. The meal expenses will be subsidized by the factory, and each meal will be guaranteed to have meat."
Fang Yang was stunned.
"There is meat every day, does he have so many ingredients?"
We are all state-owned enterprises, and the county committee allocates planned materials.
He believes that County Magistrate Ji is absolutely equal in this regard and cannot favor one thing over another.
According to the planned materials distributed by the above, the brick kiln factory cannot have one meal of meat for a month. How can the biogas plant dare to say that there is meat in every meal?
Fang Yangqian is not the only one who has this doubt.
Even several senior chefs in the kitchen came over to complain to Master Song.
"Old Song, we can't do this. The meat in the warehouse is already empty, and the rice and noodles are gone."
"How about we reduce the allocation so that we can last for two days, otherwise everyone will have to drink from the northwest wind."
Master Song decisively rejected this proposal.
"Don't worry about the ingredients. The factory manager will take care of it. By the way, you guys can come with me in the evening and bring a few trucks with you..."
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At night.
Cao Weidong stepped to the agreed place.
This is the suburb of Wan'an County.
It is close to the new biogas plant under construction and next to a road.
He looked around to make sure there was no one around, so he started to carry supplies from the portable space.
Like a little bee, going in and out again and again.
Gradually, a hill rose from the ground.
Chicken, duck, pork, eggs, vegetables, fruits...and flour and rice mixed with whole grains.
There are dozens of them.
Looking at the small mountain of ingredients, he did not stop, and then entered the portable space to carry oil, soy sauce and various seasonings.
After struggling for another ten minutes and clearing less than 1% of the inventory in the warehouse, Cao Weidong stopped.
"Let's take this much first. It should be enough for the factory workers to eat for a while."
Any more would be an exaggeration.
Next is the waiting time.
After a while, Master Song ran over with a dozen chefs and apprentices.
When they saw two "hills" of things, one large and one small, their jaws dropped in shock.
"Director, you...where did you get these ingredients from?"
Cao Weidong said implicitly.
"I have some friends in Sijiu City. I wrote to them to inform them of the situation here, so they sent it to me today."
"Where is your friend? Why haven't you seen anyone?"
"Let's go. They are all Jiefang drivers. They unloaded the goods and went back. They were also very busy."
This all makes sense.
In Master Song's mind, Cao Weidong is almost omnipotent.
Moreover, he used to be the deputy director of the logistics department of the steel rolling mill, so it is quite normal for him to be able to get these ingredients.
While instructing the chefs to move the goods, Master Song asked: "Director, how should these things be recorded in the account?"
"Just write it truthfully."
"By the way, these things cost a few hundred yuan in total. I'll pay them by cash at the end of the month. Just give me the money first and I'll mail it to that friend."
After all, it is a state-owned enterprise.
Cao Weidong is well aware of the importance of accounts and must not be careless in this regard.
As for the source of purchased materials, officials usually do not check.
As long as the money and goods are met and the quantity can be matched, there will generally be no major problems.
After all, planned materials are in short supply in this era, and everyone is working on unplanned materials.
Moreover, he is not buying and selling on an individual basis, but for collective use. Only the officials who are stupid will investigate.
In this way, a food crisis was quietly resolved by Cao Weidong.