Chapter 3062: The Foundation of Survival
It turned out that after Zheng Jie went to find Tong Xiaoli to play matchmaker for her and Zhao Desan, she was criticized by Zhao Desan to her face, and she felt too embarrassed to ask Zhao Desan for help again. Some time ago, it just so happened that the business license for her building materials store was due for annual inspection and needed to be replaced at the local industrial and commercial department. However, Zheng Jie went to the industrial and commercial department three times, but whether it was because they were deliberately making things difficult or because her store really didn't meet some requirements, they wouldn't give her the new license. They even said that if she didn't hurry up and replace it, they would temporarily seal off her store.
Zheng Jie had intended to ask Zhao Desan about this, but thinking about how she had just been scolded by him a few days ago, she was a woman with thin skin and didn't have the face to ask him for help. Furthermore, Zheng Jie felt that Zhao Desan worked in the district, and the Construction Committee and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau were two completely unrelated departments. Even if Zhao Desan was willing to help her regardless of past grievances, he might not be able to help.
The building materials store was the foundation for Zheng Jie's family's survival. If the store were sealed, the family's economic source would be completely cut off. Zheng Jie was driven to distraction by this matter. After racking her brains for two days, she suddenly thought of someone—Director Zhang, who had brought his wife to her store to buy renovation materials some time ago. She happened to be in the store that day and personally served them. From the conversation between the three, Zheng Jie gathered that the fat man was the head of a nearby police station, and everyone called him Director Zhang. Thinking of this Director Zhang, whom she had only met once, Zheng Jie felt that perhaps she could try asking him for help. After all, he was at the station nearby, and leaders in the public security system had great power. If he were willing to step in and say a word to the industrial and commercial department, changing the business license would be an easy task.
Zheng Jie felt she could try to find him, but what gave her a headache was that she didn't know where this Director Zhang lived, nor did she know which police station he was at. Just as Zheng Jie was at her wit's end, perhaps heaven really wouldn't cut off all paths. That afternoon, Shanzhu asked Zheng Jie for a day off to return to his hometown, so Zheng Jie went to the store herself to take care of the business. It was a coincidence that the business in the store that afternoon was unexpectedly terrible. From the moment Zheng Jie sat down at the counter, not a single person entered the store for several hours, and the street was bare, with not a soul in sight. The matter of changing the business license had already made Zheng Jie feel very irritable, and coupled with the terrible business that afternoon, Zheng Jie felt her mood was extremely bad. She lay on the counter, listless, looking at the door, hoping for a customer.
It wasn't until after four o'clock, just as Zheng Jie was lying on the counter, bored and almost falling asleep, that the first wave of customers walked into the store. These customers were none other than the Director Zhang that Zheng Jie wanted to find. She saw him and his wife walking in, one after the other.
"Director Zhang is here." Zheng Jie's eyes lit up, and she immediately felt as if she had seen the dawn of victory. Her whole spirit was revived, and she walked out from behind the counter to greet them enthusiastically.
Fatty Zhang looked around and nodded nonchalantly.
"Boss, do you still have that batch of tiles I took last time?" Director Zhang asked Zheng Jie while scanning the row of tile samples leaning against the wall.
"Yes, we do, we do." Zheng Jie said with a smile, walked to the side, and pointed to the tile sample in the corner: "It's this one. This is currently the best microcrystalline stone tile. The effect after laying it is very high-end, very classy. Director Zhang took this kind last time."
"Right, right, it's this one. The effect after laying it is indeed not bad. But when I bought it last time, I didn't calculate the waste, and now I'm short five or six pieces." Director Zhang's wife said.
"Boss, do you have many of this kind of tile in the store?" Director Zhang raised his head and asked Zheng Jie.
Zheng Jie replied with a smile: "We have a few dozen square meters left. How many do you need, Director Zhang?"
Director Zhang asked: "Is it the same batch? Sometimes there will be color differences if it's not the same batch. I don't need many, just five or six pieces short."
"It seems Director Zhang is quite knowledgeable, hehe. But these are all from the same batch." Zheng Jie said with a smile.
"Then give us six pieces." Director Zhang's wife said.
"Alright, no problem. Should I find a car to send them to you later, Director Zhang, or..." Zheng Jie took a look; Director Zhang had driven over, so she asked.
"No need, we'll take them back ourselves." Director Zhang said.
Zheng Jie nodded with a smile: "Alright then, I'll load them into the car for you." As she spoke, Zheng Jie rolled up her sleeves, carried a tile, and walked out of the store...
Before long, Zheng Jie loaded the six tiles into Director Zhang's car. Director Zhang took out his wallet and asked: "How much?"
Taking this opportunity, Zheng Jie pushed back the hand Director Zhang was using to hold a few hundred yuan and said with a smile: "Director Zhang, forget it, forget it. It's just a few tiles, no charge."
Fatty Zhang insisted symbolically for a moment, then put away his wallet and said with a 'hehe' laugh: "Since Boss Zheng refuses to accept it, then I won't give it. I'll introduce business to you in the future."
Zheng Jie said with a light smile: "Then thank you very much, Director Zhang. If you need anything else for your home, Director Zhang, just come and get it."
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