Chapter 404

After several rounds of discussion, price comparison, and confirmation of transportation and settlement methods, the final initialed cooperation intention agreement was finally settled.

Chu He made a big move, and the first order was one million yuan.

Old Zhou was excited in his heart. This actually means that the Xiang Yang Food Factory still needs to expand.

Otherwise, wouldn't these orders have to be scheduled until the year after next?

He naturally had been to the food factory, although he had to admit that as a military-industrial enterprise, it was more open than local ones.

Lu Qiaoge placed the factory in the neighborhood office, which had people, equipment, and safety was even more unquestionable.

If it really needs to be expanded, there is still space.

He doesn't count on being able to open a branch factory, but he can do processing, such as what Lu Qiaoge said, the dehydrated vegetable part...

Jiangcheng is in the northern border, with vast land, and is fully capable of making dehydrated vegetables. He must take this down.

Especially Manager Qian of the Haicheng Food Factory, who has been eyeing this area.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement. Chu He will transport the first batch of discounted wheat and edible oil within a month, while the Xiang Yang Food Factory will prioritize supplying instant noodles to the Nanyang Shunhe Group.

After talking about business, Deputy Bureau Chief Zhou looked at his watch and suggested, "It's getting late, let's go have a meal. The state-owned restaurant has braised pork today. If we go late, it will be gone."

Everyone stood up and put on their clothes. Chu He put on his scarf while saying to Lu Qiaoge, "Factory Director Lu, your instant noodles are really popular in Nanyang. Not only do Chinese people like them, but locals have also started eating them. There is a new way to eat them: add an egg and some green vegetables, and the taste is very good."

Lu Qiaoge smiled, "We will develop more flavors later."

The group walked out of the Foreign Trade Bureau office building, and a cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit them.

The Foreign Trade Bureau is not far from the First State-Owned Restaurant arranged by Old Zhou, and it only takes a few minutes to walk.

Chu He happened to have a few words to say to Qin Hengzhi, so he suggested walking, saying that he was dressed thickly and just wanted to appreciate the scenery of the northern country.

Old Zhou readily agreed.

It's not that there is no car, it's really not suitable for driving.

After crossing the road and entering the hutong, the car couldn't get in at all.

Chu He and Qin Hengzhi talked, seemingly like casual chat, but Lu Qiaoge could hear that Qin Hengzhi's tone carried an imperceptible closeness, and Chu He was even more so.

The restaurant was steaming hot, and the air was filled with the fragrance of food.

Because there were foreign guests, they walked through the separate entrance of the private room.

There was heating in the private room, and it was obvious that the boiler room was burning well. As soon as they came in, they could feel a wave of warmth hitting their faces.

Everyone took off their coats and sat around the round table.

While waiting for the dishes, Chu He talked about what he saw and heard in Nanyang, "The weather there is hot, like summer all year round. There are many Chinese people, and they feel particularly close when they see products from the country. Many old people from the North eat instant noodles and say it reminds them of the taste of chicken stewed with mushrooms from their hometown."

Lu Qiaoge smiled and also said with emotion, "I didn't expect our products to comfort the homesickness of overseas compatriots."

The dishes were served one after another, and Deputy Bureau Chief Zhou poured wine for everyone, "Come, let's have a toast to the success of the cooperation!"

Qin Hengzhi's car slowly stopped at the entrance of the hutong, and he accompanied Lu Qiaoge to walk towards the Lu family's direction.

The night was gentle, and the snow had covered the entire small alley. Under the halo of the streetlights, fine snowflakes began to fall quietly again.

They walked side by side on the fluffy snow, their footsteps crunching, like a gentle accompaniment in winter.

Unknowingly, their fingers gently hooked together.

Qin Hengzhi discovered that Qiao Ge's hands carried warmth, and it seemed that special heat was transmitted to his palms bit by bit and then to his whole body. While holding hands, he felt that the cold had quietly moved away.

Is this girl a little sun?

No one spoke, but it seemed as if the whole city had quieted down at this moment, leaving only the sound of falling snow and the temperature transmitted from each other's palms.

A snowflake fell on Lu Qiaoge's eyelashes, and Qin Hengzhi looked down at her and couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, even breathing became romantic.

Lu Qiaoge came to the neighborhood office to attend the Monday organization meeting. Just as she was about to go to the conference room with her diary and fountain pen, she was stopped by a middle-aged woman who rushed into the large office.

"Qiaoge, Qiaoge, why doesn't your neighborhood office let people get married?"

Lu Qiaoge stopped and looked at the person in front of her. She remembered, isn't this Fan Xiaoyu's mother, Old Mother Fan?

Lu Qiaoge had no good impression of this woman.

Fan Xiaoyu was clearly the youngest in the Fan family and the only girl, but she did the most work at home.

She wasn't allowed to sit at the table when eating, didn't dare to fight back when beaten, and her two brothers never treated her as a younger sister.

She washed clothes, cooked, served the family, and later even had to serve the sister-in-law who entered the house and look after their children.

This old woman often said that a money-losing item would marry into someone else's house sooner or later, so what kind of work did she need? It would be better to just cook and take care of children at home.

Speaking of which, Fan Xiaoyu now lives with Qi Shuang. She is clever, works seriously, and like Lin Junan, is a pillar of the craft factory.

Although there is no official appointment, she is basically the deputy director of the craft factory.

Her monthly salary is not low now, and there are bonuses.

Lu Qiaoge didn't ask how she arranged her salary, but she felt that she should be giving money to her mother, otherwise this woman wouldn't stop.

Lu Qiaoge said, "Don't be anxious, speak slowly..."

Then she asked in surprise, "By the way, let me ask, who is not allowed to get married? Once they reach the age, as long as both sides are willing, no one can interfere, and our neighborhood office even less so."

Old Mother Fan stared at Lu Qiaoge and said, "It's that factory in your neighborhood office. It's so busy working overtime every day that my daughter Fan Xiaoyu doesn't have time to get married. This won't do. Let me tell you, you give Xiaoyu leave now, let her get married first. How old is she? It was hard to find her a partner, and if it gets ruined, are you, Lu Qiaoge, responsible?"

Lu Qiaoge had just returned from the food factory, and she hadn't heard that Fan Xiaoyu was seeing someone.

Lu Qiaoge glanced at Sister Qiao and Shao Le.

Both of them shook their heads.

Lu Qiaoge said, "Aunt Fan, you sit down first, I'll make a call to the craft factory."

Old Mother Fan's eyes widened, "What call? Fan Xiaoyu is my daughter, I have the final say on her marriage. You just need to give her leave, preferably long leave. If you are afraid of delaying work, that's fine, let my eldest nephew take over her work for a while.

Let me tell you, my eldest nephew's weaving skills are also very good, he doesn't need an old master to teach him, I guarantee you will like him once you see him. This is a win-win situation. Besides, if Xiaoyu doesn't get married, no one will want her. When she becomes an old maid, will your neighborhood office be responsible?"

Lu Qiaoge understood as soon as she heard it.

She scanned the woman with cloudy eyes. There was no way to reason with such a person.

Lu Qiaoge didn't beat around the bush, her face turned cold, and she directly rejected, "Aunt Fan, I am responsible for Fan Xiaoyu's marriage. You don't have the final say, and don't interfere in the future, do you hear me?"