Chapter 118 There are always more solutions than difficulties
Zheng Wei was also worried. In the past few days, most of his hair had turned gray. He even asked his younger brother Zheng Zeguang to lobby for this matter, because Zheng Zeguang's paper mill cooperated with Weiming Dairy. Earlier, Zheng Zeguang also
Arrange Zheng Qian to go on a blind date with the daughter of Weiming Dairy Chairman Feng Xinhong.
But obviously Zheng Zeguang didn't have enough dignity. He wanted to visit Feng's family with a cart full of gifts, but in the end he didn't even see him. An angry Zheng Zeguang also cursed when he came back.
Zheng Wei had no choice but to find another way out.
At first, he wanted to have a good discussion with the dairy farmers and raise the price slightly, but the farmers were hesitant and couldn't come up with a reason. Sales manager Qi Junhui even threatened to sue them, but the farmers remained indifferent.
When I was in a hurry, I immediately chased people away.
It is impossible for Zheng Wei to sue them. First, it is not easy for everyone. Second, at this stage, they cannot afford to drag out a lawsuit.
It is impossible to develop other farmers, because there are only so many farms nearby. Unlike the grassland areas, almost every household has dairy cows. But even in Saibei, there is no milk production, because that is the base camp of room-temperature milk.
Although he was pretending to be something, when Zheng Wei came home in the evening, he still looked like a normal person, talking and laughing with his wife Liang Rong, but he just looked at the food on the table, but he couldn't eat it no matter what.
Liang Rong obviously noticed that her husband was worried. She put down her bowls and chopsticks and said, "I know something happened in your factory. Has it been resolved?"
Zheng Wei sighed, "No."
"There are always more solutions than difficulties."
Liang Rong didn't ask any more, picked up the chopsticks and put the food into her husband's bowl: "Let's eat first!"
After Zheng Wei had finished his dinner, he felt really depressed and opened the door to relax. At this time, he actually already had the answer in his heart.
His arms couldn't twist his thighs. No matter how frustrated he was, he had only one last option: agree to the purchase.
However, the hard work he had put in over the past few months, as well as the bright future that Duowang Fresh Milk could see, were ruined in one day. He was very unwilling to do so and felt extremely depressed.
The summer night was still hot and humid, but the sky was full of stars. Zheng Wei sat down by the bridge, took out a cigarette and lit one, listening to the sounds of frogs and crickets, and then a loud and hoarse voice came from behind.
"Awei? Oh, you scared me. What are you doing here so late? Aren't you going to watch the dragon boat race tomorrow?"
Zheng Wei turned around and saw that it was his second uncle who was running a morning tea shop at the entrance of the alley, so he smiled and said, "I won't go, there are some things to deal with in the factory."
"Tsk tsk!"
The second uncle stopped the car, stood behind Zheng Wei and patted Zheng Wei on the shoulder: "You are already the director of the factory, what else can be difficult for you? You old Zheng family, a big factory director, a people
Disciple soldier, this is a glorious honor, worthy of our ancestors! If I were you, I would wake up happily even when I go to bed!"
He clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the pond under the bridge: "I know a little about your factory. Don't blame my second uncle for talking too much. You are also considered to be military families. Those shameless factories bully you like this and frame you.
It's a frame-up, it's so shameless! In the early years, the angry people would have beaten these people half to death! Alas, now, the world is deteriorating, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and these capitalisms are simply contrary to the heavens..."
Looking at the back of his second uncle, Zheng Wei smiled bitterly and said: "Now is a society ruled by law..."
“Does a society governed by the rule of law allow frame-up?”
The second uncle looked at Zheng Wei suspiciously: "Isn't your kid also corrupted by capitalism?"
Zheng Wei waved his hand quickly, and then, perhaps because he had held it in for too long, Zheng Wei accidentally talked about the breach of contract by the dairy farmers he cooperated with, and the fact that Weiming Dairy and other companies had cut off the source of milk produced by Duowang.
"They gave us a week to think about it and we must give a reply before the Dragon Boat Festival."
Zheng Wei cut off a piece of foxtail next to him and said calmly: "I have already thought about it. The water in this industry is too deep. Although I have been working for half my life, I only discovered the depth of the water today. Do you know? These companies
Room-temperature milk companies can even influence the decision of the Dairy Products Association. I heard from friends on the grapevine that the Dairy Products Association will issue a policy in the near future to prohibit the use of the word 'fresh' in all fresh milk. Haha, how ridiculous!"
The second uncle was a little confused, but he still patted Zheng Wei on the shoulder and comforted him in an old-fashioned way: "There are always more solutions than difficulties."
When Zheng Wei heard this again, he couldn't help but laugh. His wife Liang Rong comforted him in the same way during dinner.
But, where is the solution?
…
On the Dragon Boat Festival, the 45th Airborne Division.
On the last day, the condolences performance was about to begin. Zheng Qian met with the large troops of the Air Force Cultural Troupe. When Cui Zhengyi, the deputy leader, saw Zheng Qian, he gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "You are everywhere in the military camp these two days."
Legend has it that this good boy has really made his mark."
Zhang Aimin patted his dry chest and boasted: "The suona version of "Steel Torrent March" I adapted is also very popular! Of course, this is also Zheng Qian's work!"
Everyone laughed
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, so the performance starts at one o'clock in the afternoon and lasts until six o'clock in the afternoon. Almost everyone in the entire art troupe has to go up and perform.
Zheng Qian is naturally no exception, and because he is so discussed and loved, Zheng Qian still makes his final appearance.
And this time, at the request of the officers, he will also perform a solo "March of Steel Torrent" on the piano.
Because in the past three days, there have been too many cadres playing this piece, and there are various versions. But when it comes to the original composer Zheng Qian playing this piece in the rehearsal hall of the Beijing Opera and Dance Theater, everyone raised their eyebrows.
Thumbs up, everyone praised it, and it was directly described as "soul-shaking music"!
This immediately aroused people's curiosity, and they all begged Zheng Qian to play this piece.
In full view of everyone, Zheng Qian was disrespectful and had no choice but to agree.
However, before he came on stage, just halfway through the condolences performance, Wang Gang came closer and whispered: "Brother Qian, my second uncle's phone number!"
Zheng Qian was enjoying the performance and applauding from time to time. When he heard this, he was slightly stunned.
He lowered his head to take the phone and saw that he was really his second uncle!
I guess I exchanged contact information with my second uncle when I went home two days ago. Unexpectedly, I called him on the day of the holiday.
He thought that his second uncle was sending holiday blessings, so he turned around, found a secluded place and answered with a smile: "Second uncle, happy holidays! Did you go to see the dragon boat race?"
Who knew, but an anxious hoarse voice came from the receiver: "Is it Zheng Qian? Are you busy? Your father has been beaten!"