Staring at the banknotes in Zhang Xu's hand, Song Meiqin, who has always been strong, naturally nodded, and then said coldly: "Come with me."

I thought my son was just talking nonsense, but now it really made her look at him with admiration.

In this era, there were no elevators, and there were generally no underground warehouses.

Moreover, for the convenience of supply, the supply and marketing cooperative's warehouses are available on every floor, and some products are stored on this floor.

"It seems that the money you have is not enough to ask for all the goods, right?"

"We agreed before, I'll get the money and you can give the goods. Just sell it for half a month and you can sell it enough."

Listening to his son's words, Song Meiqin didn't talk much nonsense, so she took him to the door of the first floor warehouse and looked at the warehouse manager who was eating in front of the table.

The warehouse manager is a little old man. There is a bottle of Erguotou from Niulanshan on the table, and there is a plate of fried soybeans next to it.

I sipped my wine and stuffed two soybeans with it, which was very moist.

"Old Qin."

"Yo, Director Song, why are you here?"

Song Meiqin was at least the young leader of the supply and marketing cooperative. Seeing this, the other party immediately stood up, unable to say it was flattering, but he stood up very respectfully waiting for the speech.

"This is me..." Song Meiqin wanted to talk about her son, but after hesitating for a few seconds, she changed her mouth: "This is Zhang Xu. From now on, come to us to get things. You can register directly. Don't forget to write a order and just send the money to the finance office the next day."

Old Qin listened to Song Meiqin's words and his yellowed eyes slowly looked at the young man in front of him.

Often when I come to the warehouse to pick up goods, I always come with orders. I have heard that I have to help collect money?

"Director Song, isn't this... a bit unruly?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xu didn't expect that he had encountered trouble just after the first trip and was thinking about how to solve it.

Who knew that Song Meiqin was annoyed and claimed to be a leader, but Lao Qin, who saw the warehouse, dared not accept it.

"Then is it a rule for you to drink during working hours?"

The warehouse manager usually takes charge of the two. Lao Qin came here at noon and could not leave until evening, so dinner had to be settled here.

Drinking a sip of wine is one that is boring and the other is to strengthen courage.

After all, it was a big night, looking at a three-story warehouse alone was not brave enough to survive.

"Cheng, Director Song, you can do whatever you say."

"He only needs the mousse inside, the price of the order is two yuan, four per bottle. The amount he takes will be charged as much as he wants. Never let him make a credit, do you know?"

Song Meiqin's words made Lao Qin a little confused, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

After finally sending the person away, Lao Qin was relieved. Looking at Zhang Xu who stopped in front of him, he waved and took him into the warehouse.

"It's strange, it can be used so conveniently for you. I'm still wary of you. What does Director Song have to do with you?" Lao Qin asked curiously.

"Nothing, it's just acknowledgement."

Zhang Xu said it lightly, but only he could understand the taste.

Lao Qin took him inside for a long time before he stopped in front of the shelves in the corner.

“It’s here.”

Looking at the boxes on the shelves, they were not big, but they were quite large.

"Uncle Qin, how many mouss there are now?" Zhang Xu asked.

"I remember that I have been garrisoning this thing for more than a year. When I came, I had five hundred boxes, and I didn't sell two boxes in total. I guess there were four hundred eighty or ninety boxes."

“So many?”

After hearing this, Zhang Xu was also stunned.

Normal supply and marketing cooperatives will not stock up so much, and these five hundred boxes account for almost one-twentieth of the warehouse.

"You don't know, our supply and marketing cooperative had a personal report before. At that time, he went to the market to store so many things, but later he was arrested, saying that he had taken the kickbacks, and then... Really, why do I tell you so much? Hurry up, I haven't eaten yet."

Hearing this, Zhang Xu's thoughts also returned to half a year ago. He was at home and seemed to have been talking about it with his mother. There was a borer in their supply and marketing cooperative and he took a lot of kickbacks.

Zhang Xu's ambition is naturally not just a little mousse.

For him, these are all experiences, and they can be used when the business gets bigger in the future.

Under Lao Qin's urging, he moved two boxes of mousse nearby.

He let the dust on his head stain on his body, but he was not at all displeased. When he went out, his steps were much lighter.

"Come on, the order is ready."

Lao Qin issued a triple delivery order, and the top of him marked the price. Seeing this, Zhang Xu was not vague and counted the money and slapped it on the table.

"Uncle Qin, try lending me this rag."

Zhang Xu understood that if you want to sell goods at a high price, not only the quality is good, but also the superficial skill is enough.

The goods that I have been stocked for more than a year, and a thick layer of dust will only make people feel that this is something that cannot be sold.

If he regrets this, he will not be able to stand it.

Lao Qin nodded and counted the money on his own.

This is all the money of the public and cannot be careless.

"Boy, is your money wrong?" Just as Zhang Xu was about to leave, Lao Qin said, "Why are you four cents more?"

At this time, Zhang Xu had already walked forward with a few steps in his arms. He heard the sound behind him and replied with a smile: "Uncle Qin, I have to trouble you in the future. For 40 cents, you can keep it for wine."

At that time, Niulan Mountain was only two or three thousand yuan. For an old man like Lao Qin who had to pay home after earning money and could not get a few times a month, it was indeed like a timely help.

Zhang Xu is not stupid. He knows that he will have to trouble Old Man Qin in the future.

And it was still the same day and night. When I came to the supply and marketing cooperative today, it was already evening. Fortunately, my mother Song Meiqin had just gotten off work. If it was later in the future, he wouldn't have been looking for her every time.

Therefore, it is also very important to have a good relationship with Old Man Qin who is watching the warehouse.

After all, the King of Hell is so confused, and the little devil is sad.
Chapter completed!