Chapter 571: Shazhu's Angry Scolding

As for who is up to mischief behind the scenes.

Shazhu had a vague rough guess in his mind.

Besides those few bastards.

There was nobody else.

That is, Deputy Factory Director Li, who suffered a big loss at Bai Xu, and the people behind him are using this matter to make things difficult for Shazhu.

Otherwise, a petty supply-and-marketing section chief wouldn't dare play petty tricks on the thriving Bai Xu.

Shazhu suddenly wanted to laugh.

Now it's not like before.

Some things that people didn't dare to do or couldn't do have now been completely liberalized; the most obvious is the economy—previously one had to conceal it a bit, but now it has a semblance of being open and aboveboard; even poultry like chickens and ducks, rural farmers have started raising them at home, and the numbers have already exceeded the limit of five.

Going from village to village.

The section chief misunderstood Shazhu.

Being manipulated by a petty supply-and-marketing section chief, if it gets out, he would lose face.

He thought of something.

He again stabbed his own lungs with harsh words.

His body also seemed to tremble faintly.

"I'm fine."

Perhaps he felt embarrassed, and also realized that now it's his home turf, Shazhu is asking him for a favor, so he can't lose the dignity of being a supply-and-marketing section chief.

It's also a kind of business.

He Yuzhu is He Yuzhu.

Shazhu's voice.

"You're laughing at your luxurious hair." As an honest person, Shazhu didn't hide his thoughts; he pointed at the other's hairstyle and directly laid out the topic: "Your hair—I don't even know what to say about it. I'm not saying this about you, but you're like this—why not just shave it bald?"

"Boss, has the matter been settled? If we get Bai Xu's dividends, we'll truly be rolling in gold!"

The person who shook off the section chief.

But he didn't expect Shazhu to play outside the rules; upon meeting, Shazhu gave the section chief a thorough scolding from head to toe, and then laid out the consequences before him.

He also teased about his own hair.

"I'm thinking about which pig-butcher."

A pallid whiteness.

In order to manipulate Shazhu.

When passing by the Jia Family, he unintentionally glanced and saw Jia Zhangshi and Yang Qianjin again plotting; without asking, one could guess the result, and they were also discussing how to bleed Shazhu and Lou Xiao'e.

You clueless thing, are Lou Xiao'e and Shazhu people that the two of you can scheme against?

He then entered the butcher's home.

The section chief's complexion.

"Master He, don't give me the usual treatment; blame me, all blame me." To save his life, the section chief slapped himself twice, his cheeks turning red: "Do I have sincerity now? If you're not satisfied, I'll keep slapping until you are satisfied."

He spoke in a soft, coquettish tone.

His tone also carried a hint of coldness.

That damned Shazhu obviously treats him as a joke.

It visibly wilted to the naked eye.

He could always buy enough for Bai Xu's needs.

"You."

Bai Xu has Shazhu as a backup.

Actually, this matter is Shazhu misunderstanding the section chief; he thought it was Deputy Factory Director Li's people scheming against him, but in fact it was the section chief's wife, who happened to go to Bai Xu for a meal, witnessed the booming business there, and also heard that Bai Xu purchases daily supplies for the supply-and-marketing section where her husband works.

He deliberately didn't let Shazhu sit.

Yan Fugui understood everything clearly.

Shazhu took out ten big unity notes from his pocket.

He heavily slapped them onto the section chief's face.

He slapped the table.

"Have I heard your nickname is Shazhu? I always thought people were just joking with you, but after hearing your words just now, I realize the nickname Shazhu is truly fitting. Do you know what kind of person you are? Do you know why you're here? Don't you see who I am, and what I do?"

He turned around.

"Today I took him to Bai Xu and had a talk with Shazhu."

"Really, I don't blame my scolding you; you damn schemer, when you scheme against others, can't you consider their strength and whether you can match them? Don't be used and kept in the dark; I won't say more. From now on, Bai Xu will not purchase anything from the Red Star Supply-and-Marketing Society, and we also won't welcome its people to dine with us. I will expel the Red Star Supply-and-Marketing Society people; don't blame me for not giving you face."

"Dividends my ass, you damn want to send me to jail and then grow old with your lover? How did I marry such a jinx? Scheming Bai Xu—is Bai Xu something I can scheme against? Liu Yinniang, damn I tell you, if I can't get good, you'll also have bad luck."

After scolding.

The other party's threat.

He sat foolishly on the stool.

The section chief's face.

He reached out his hand.

His icy gaze fell on Shazhu.

He had an aura even more like a grandpa than a grandpa.

The section chief's tone carried a hint of pleading.

Only then did the section chief realize he had almost walked into the Yellow Springs Road.

He didn't give the other party any face at all.

His tone turned grim and cold.

"I am Shazhu." Shazhu self‑mocked, "What a big fool."

Shazhu also saw through the section chief's thoughts; he didn't treat himself as an outsider—he couldn't let them manipulate him and then rush to let them do so.

The steel plant, with over ten thousand workers, had to consume at least five hundred jin of pork each day.

The manipulator became the manipulated.

Yan Fugui, returning from Bai Xu.

He glanced at Shazhu's face.

Having once been the canteen chief of the steel plant and now also in charge of the thriving Bai Xu, he possessed experience, ability, and vision; as the section chief of the supply and marketing cooperative, he had even reprimanded Bai Xu's purchasing officer that afternoon—any normal person seeing him would surely greet him with a smiling face, speak pleasantly, offer him a cigarette, and help light it.

What did they talk about, what did they say?

"You fucking don't even put me in your eyes—do you think I'd let you sit?"

Yan Fugui secretly sighed.

His face turned green in an instant.

He took the chance to manipulate Shazhu.

Open a slaughterhouse.

"If I tell the superiors that Bai Xu hasn't produced results because my purchasing staff can't buy anything from the supply and marketing cooperative, and the section chief says it's a year of great disaster—a clever woman can't cook without rice—I can't turn air into meals for customers. If the leadership sends someone to investigate, it'll indeed be true. How many heads do you have for them to chop? You fucking still have the nerve to come see me—what do you want? Want a kickback?"

But it was the section chief's big slap.

No cigarette.

He still decided to go see this clueless section chief; this behavior is no different from collaborating with the Japanese in 1945 as a traitor—purely a self‑inflicted death wish.

Just as Shazhu left, the section chief's office door opened, and a woman about thirty swayed her hips and appeared before him.

He's not that kind of scatterbrained person.

……

Shazhu's finger.

After seeing off the butcher, Shazhu rode his motorcycle and quickly arrived at the Red Star Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

She more or less understood the recent situation.

She said to the worried‑looking Third Aunt.

Times are different now.

He no longer had that earlier overbearing arrogance.

His heart was stirred.

"Old man."

"You don't know anything, don't talk nonsense." Yan Fugui gave his wife a sideways glance, then explained the whole story and repeated his own thoughts: "Old lady, today I followed the butcher to Shazhu's Bai Xu; business is really good, the butcher and Shazhu talked about cooperation…"

He didn't know whether he was frightened by being scolded by Shazhu or by hearing the consequences Shazhu described.

He pulled a face.

He hesitated for more than ten seconds.

It truly left the section chief astonished.

That shout.

Life is pressing!

A scene of playing out of turn left the section chief dumbfounded; his gaze at Shazhu carried a hint of surprise.

"I fucking really didn't put you, this section chief, in my eyes—who the fuck are you, a worthless piece of shit, just the supply and marketing cooperative's section chief? What's up? Even the most awesome people don't put you in their eyes? Heaven is number one, earth number two, you're number three? You fucking don't even piss to look at yourself—with your lousy conduct, you still fucking want to manipulate me?"

The shout called back Yan Fugui's wandering thoughts to his body.

As for flour, rice and such, the whole capital isn't limited to just one Red Star Supply and Marketing Cooperative; at worst we can go to a few other places, and if worse comes to worst, the steel plant can take the blame.

"What happened to the butcher?"

Siheyuan.

He turned his head and left.

Although tickets are still required now, people's pockets seem much richer; every few days they can improve their lives, and at home they occasionally eat white flour steamed buns.

Business is sure to be fine.

This result.

He stood up from the stool, looked down at the section chief, and asked a question.

No need to hoard white flour at home as before, just waiting to eat dumplings at New Year.

Thinking her husband, the section chief, could do anything, she started spreading pillow talk.

The section chief looked at the money scattered all over the ground before him.

"You look like you're fine? Your expression clearly shows something's wrong! I'm your wife—tell me what's wrong, what's got you so worried?"

As a result, Shazhu didn't hide his thoughts at all, fully expressing his mockery.

The current difficulty is whether the butcher is willing to accept their investment; if he isn't, all the couple's lofty talk is useless.

He greeted with a remark.

But the section chief grabbed him.

In response to the woman's voice.

"If this isn't holding shit and piss, you wouldn't do such a childish thing; later, get a suction truck to suck the shit and piss out of your brain properly."

"I fucking know what you mean; fine, I'll give it to you now—do you fucking dare to take it?"

He nodded firmly.

The expression on the face wasn't very good either.

In a panicked flurry of hands and feet, they grabbed it and rushed out the door, intending to deliver it to Shazhu.

"「Toilet entering the house matter? How did you still find Shazhu? Shazhu's current strength and status—are they someone we can scheme against? Don't end up not getting any meat and still stir up trouble. Jia Zhangshi and Yang Qianjin teaming up to scheme against Shazhu will come to nothing, old man. Shazhu has been good to our Yan Family; you can't afford to be muddleheaded now, or else I'll kick you out of the Yan Family's gate。」"

Yan Fugui, having gotten Third Aunt's approval, laughed happily, left his home, and headed to the butcher's house in Zhong Yuan.

"「Why do I dare to scold you? Because you are nothing but a pile of stinking dog shit that reeks horribly; seeing you makes me nauseous. I originally didn't want to bother with you, but you're being obstinate, insisting on rushing to provoke me。」"

"「He Yuzhu, what are you laughing at? 」"

He thought Shazhu would make a few adjustments and say a few nice words.

"「Master He. 」"

No alcohol.

I managed to meet this divine section chief quite smoothly.

Just as I was getting sleepy, I found a pillow.

Are you not wanting to live your life anymore?

There are quite a few lively ones on the market.

Left the supply and marketing cooperative.

"「Do you now know I'm He Yuzhu? What the fuck are Bai Xu's characteristics, you don't know? The higher-ups are all paying attention; you fucking tell my procurement staff, say supplies are tight, where the fuck are you tight? The whole country is doing great, you fucking insist it's a disaster year—what are you thinking? At the end of this month I have to report Bai Xu's situation to the leadership; if I don't produce results, it's no big deal—I'll go back to Yagangchang as my cafeteria director. You, a little section chief of the supply and marketing cooperative, really think you can keep your official hat? 」"

Equivalent to two big fat pigs.

The butcher wants to open his own slaughterhouse, while Shazhu's Bai Xu is already a bustling restaurant full of customers; if they cooperate, they'll just be waiting to count money.

Third Aunt listened to Yan Fugui's explanation, gave it serious thought, then nodded and agreed to the matter of investing in the slaughterhouse.

Stared at the section chief without blinking.

When Shazhu arrives, the two sides will discuss terms; at that time Bai Xu will give the section chief either a one-tenth or one-fifth dry share, as an opportunity to curry favor.

A true top expert, with a hairstyle featuring sideburns supporting the middle, somehow gave Shazhu a few extra points of amusement; upon entering, he burst out laughing, giving the other party no face at all.

Poked in the opponent's forehead.

Two slaps landed on the woman's face.

"「He Yuzhu. 」"

Looking at the section chief.

Yan Fugui had made up his mind, but still told his old woman.

Did not have the legendary intimidation of dismounting.

The section chief's face had already become as ugly as possible; he was very dissatisfied with Shazhu's behavior and cursed.

If the goods don't sell, Yan Fugui can still swallow his pride, go beg Shazhu, and have Shazhu help introduce Yagangchang's logistics.

Third Aunt still thought Yan Fugui had been stimulated.

Shazhu didn't even notice it at all.

Yan Fugui wanted to invest in the butcher's slaughterhouse.

Shazhu started cursing.

"「You say you're being obstinate? It's nothing; you called me over just so I could give you a good scolding. According to me, He Yuzhu, you really should go see a doctor—I suspect your head is full of shit and piss. 」"

"「The kickback has already been given to you; what more do you want? If you think it's too little, why not come back with me to Bai Xu? I'll give you all the profits from these past few days at Bai Xu, and if you're still not satisfied, I'll give you Bai Xu itself. 」"

The butcher and Shazhu's cooperation talks proceeded without avoiding Yan Fugui's meaning; Yan Fugui fully paid attention to the development of the matter.

The matter of investing.

He glanced at Shazhu and asked a question.

He dragged over a chair, sat down with a plop, leaned back lazily against the chair back, and crossed his legs.

After a few pleasantries, Yan Fugui explained his intention to the butcher, saying he wanted to invest in the slaughterhouse, have a drink with the butcher, and frankly stated that if the butcher needed funds, he would invest; if not, he would take back his words and they would remain neighbors.

The butcher's family happened to also be worried about lacking money.

The two sides hit it off immediately.

They settled the relevant terms.

Yan Fugui, at a price of three hundred, acquired one-third of the butcher's slaughterhouse shares.