Chapter 803: Not worried or sad for your good friend?

Lu Qiao knew very well that placing this pilot at a certain textile factory in Beidu might be more convenient for her, and resource allocation might be easier.

She needed a place where she could be 100% in charge.

In the initial stage of the project, she could not tolerate the slightest constraint. What she wanted was the power to "have the final say," a space where she could push her ideas without reservation. Once the whole system was running and the process was smooth, she could naturally withdraw and only act as the helmsman.

After finishing the work on hand, Lu Qiao wandered to the large canteen.

As soon as she entered the door, she ran into Director Lin. The two exchanged pleasantries familiarly, and she went to update the menu on the small blackboard at the door.

"Come, come, Little Lu, taste this fresh out of the pan." Director Lin enthusiastically stuffed a small shortbread into her hand and scooped a small bowl of canned yellow peaches.

The homemade snacks in the large canteen just tasted different. The outer skin of the small shortbread was charred yellow and crispy, while the inside was soft and fluffy; one bite, and the mouth was full of wheat fragrance. The syrup of the canned yellow peaches did not have that cloying sweetness, and the cold soup slid down the throat, carrying a clear fruity fragrance, which was especially refreshing.

Lu Qiao ate in small bites while teasing: "Director Lin, you are so good to me, how should I repay you?"

The two were close, so there was no need for formalities. Director Lin was not polite at all and said directly: "I heard there are many roe deer in Jiangcheng. You have wide connections, can you get some for the large canteen? If you can get them and process them into sauce meat to distribute to the staff, it can be considered the canteen's Spring Festival welfare for everyone."

She knew Lu Qiao's ability well. Although this little girl couldn't call the wind and summon the rain in Jiangcheng, she was at least a local snake with wide connections and many ways.

Lu Qiao promised with a smile: "I dare not say there is no problem at all, but getting some goods is not a big problem. How about this, you list a list of what you want, how much you want, and what price is appropriate. Maybe, I can really get a train car back for you."

This was actually an idea she had long ago, but she had been too embarrassed to bring it up.

The large canteen had an independent procurement system; if she intervened rashly, it would be easy to overstep and cause gossip. Now that Director Lin had taken the initiative to speak, it was naturally the best of both worlds.

Jiangcheng lacked nothing but local specialties. There were no dragon livers or phoenix marrow, but there were chickens, ducks, fish, meat, mushrooms, wood ears, and all kinds of wild mountain vegetables. One phone call, and the purchase points of various communes would definitely be lined up with long queues.

This was thanks to the purchase network spread all over the place, just like those points set up by the craft factory.

And the Xiang Yang Food Factory happened to control one of the important purchase channels.

Every autumn, she would arrange for people to purchase these mountain delicacies in large quantities. One was to reserve raw materials for the factory, and the other was to circulate the idle funds in her hands, turning the "mountain goods" in the hands of the common people into real New Year money.

Compared with some barren areas, Jiangcheng was vast and rich in resources; as long as people were diligent, they wouldn't starve to death.

But who didn't hope that life would get better and better?

When she saw Wang Wang Qiqi, Lu Qiao felt that this girl was probably living too comfortably and was a bit bored.

Her expression turned cold, and she asked straight to the point: "How do you know that I have a good relationship with Sang Juan?"

Just now, coming out of the office, at the corner of the corridor, she happened to run into Wang Wang Qiqi who was waiting for her.

Because they had said they wanted to talk about private business, the two found a corner with no one around.

Wang Wang Qiqi came up and said sarcastically: "Lu Qiao, aren't you and Sang Juan quite close? Now that the Sang family has such a big scandal, Sang Juan hasn't come to school for several days. How come you are still so happy, not worried or sad for your good friend at all?"

It seemed that the Sang family's affair could not be covered up after all.

But Lu Qiao didn't ask where Wang Wang Qiqi heard the news, but directly grasped another key point: "And how do you know that I have a good relationship with Sang Juan?"

People in the Development Department had heard about her affairs at school, but they didn't know the specific situation.

Wang Wang Qiqi was stunned by her question. Looking at Lu Qiao's expressionless face, she felt inexplicably fearful and also a bit regretful.

She had originally wanted to find an excuse to show off her well-informed news in front of Lu Qiao, and it would be best to choke the other party so she couldn't speak, so as to suppress her. After all, in the bureau, the excellent Lu Qiao was her strongest opponent.

But the words were already out and couldn't be taken back.

She bit the bullet and said frankly: "I heard it from Xia Yinghe, she is your classmate."

Lu Qiao then realized that Xia Yinghe and Wang Wang Qiqi also knew each other.

She was silent for a moment, her gaze sweeping over Wang Wang Qiqi.

The proportion of female comrades in the Foreign Trade Bureau was not high; it couldn't be said to be rare, but it was definitely not many.

Every girl who could stand on the stage and be seen by everyone, regardless of her family background, had put in real effort.

After all, this was the country's window to the outside world; without real ability, one would really lose face.

If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't; there was no room for any faking.

And Wang Wang Qiqi was actually very capable. In a sense, she was a language genius.

In many high-level occasions, whether it was translating materials or on-site interpretation, she could handle it.

Lu Qiao still softened her voice: "You ask me these things, what kind of answer do you want to get?"

Wang Wang Qiqi was stunned, then immediately countered: "Just say what you think, why go around in circles?"

"What I think is not important," Lu Qiao shook her head, her gaze becoming sharp: "What is important is, you specifically ran over to tell me about the Sang family today, are you just wanting to watch the fun? If you are here to watch the fun, then sorry, I am the person who hates those who kick people when they are down and speak coolly the most."

"I am not watching the fun!" Wang Wang Qiqi hurriedly defended, "I... I am just simply concerned about Sang Juan. Actually, although I am not familiar with her, we can be considered acquaintances."

"You are not watching the fun, and you specifically told me about this, then do you have any good ways to help?" Lu Qiao pressed step by step.

"What good ways can I have?" Wang Wang Qiqi looked out the window, her tone a bit irritable, "This kind of thing is the hardest to handle. That Jiang Wan is not a fuel-efficient lamp. My grandma said, this is the barefoot not being afraid of the one wearing shoes. If Jiang Wan really goes all out, the Sang family really can't do anything about her."

Lu Qiao still didn't take her words and asked again: "So, you have no good ways, and you are not watching the fun. Then you pulled me here to talk about the Sang family, what exactly do you want to do?"

Her tone was flat, but carried an invisible pressure.

"Although my time is not so precious that every second counts, I don't want to waste my energy on this kind of thing either." Lu Qiao looked at Wang Wang Qiqi and said word by word, "I have no interest in discussing my good friend's family affairs with someone I am not very familiar with, and I also believe that being a person not only needs a conscience, but also a moral bottom line. In the world of right and wrong, some can be discussed, and some must never be touched. Do you understand this truth?" *** **CHAPTER 804**