Chapter 1607: How Much is Enough to Earn

After six in the evening, Zhou Andong and the others arrived at Shijingshan. The motorcade from the Zhao Hongxing Factory transporting supplies was parked on the side of the road in front of the restaurant, forming a long line.

"Chairman." The walkie-talkie Zhou Andong placed aside rang: "I am Zhao Fei, we have arrived at Hujiayuan Restaurant."

Zhou Andong picked up the walkie-talkie: "Park on the side of the road, everyone pay attention, don't affect traffic."

The motorcade stopped on the side of the road, and Wang Wentian continued to drive forward a bit, driving the car to the front of the restaurant.

Wu Hongkang and three people from the Zhao Hongxing Factory were already waiting, and Hearing Guan Shengjie and Du Youwei were also standing on the side.

Zhou Andong jumped out of the car and said with a smile: "Old Wu, your actions are quite fast, in just over a day, you bought all the supplies."

Wu Hongkang shook hands with Zhou Andong: "I contacted more than a dozen flour mills and sent quite a few people to various markets and grain and oil stores to buy rice.

By the evening, I hadn't spent the one million, so I contacted Sanxian Yimian and several food factories overnight. Whatever bread, biscuits, etc., I bought whatever they had. By noon today, I finally spent the money."

Zhou Andong laughed loudly, hugged Hearing Guan Shengjie, and then greeted Du Youwei.

"How did you know about this?"

"Your wife told us." Du Youwei said with a smile: "Early in the morning, she called us and made an appointment to meet at Dicos."

"Fine!" Wu Hongkang said: "Everyone is hungry, let's talk while eating, and it'll be easier to rush on the road after eating."

Zhou Andong pointed to the drivers and security guards behind him: "This restaurant can't hold so many people."

"I've already arranged it, I've booked all the restaurants nearby." Wu Hongkang said to the three people beside him: "Arrange for them to go eat."

"Okay!" The three agreed and greeted the drivers and security guards, taking them to other restaurants.

After entering the restaurant, Zhou Andong introduced Yao Jun, Yin Jisheng, and Tian Zhuang to Wu Hongkang.

Everything was already arranged, Zhou Andong and the others sat down, and the dishes were served.

For more than ten hours, whether driving or riding, everyone was quite tired.

Zhou Andong wasn't in a hurry to eat dinner, letting everyone rest a bit more.

After all, it was five thousand kilometers, and it would take six or seven days if it went smoothly.

If the road was not easy to walk, it would take ten or so days, or even half a month.

This meal took more than an hour. After finishing the meal, when everyone gathered.

Zhou Andong asked Yao Jun to arrange for someone to drive for Hearing Guan Shengjie.

Wang Wentian was also replaced and sat in another car to rest.

The motorcade continued on the road, the night grew deeper, and Gu Bing and Xiaobei both fell asleep.

Zhou Andong was also dazed, and he didn't know where he had arrived when the car jolted violently.

Several people woke up, and the car jolted severely, and the speed became slower and slower.

"What time is it." Gu Bing sat up straight and glanced out the car window, it was pitch black.

Xiaobei looked at his watch: "Two minutes to two-thirty."

"Where is this." Zhou Andong asked.

The driver hurriedly said: "Just passed Datong."

"Passed Datong." Zhou Andong rubbed his face: "Quite fast."

The driver said: "Coming out of Beijing, the road conditions have been quite good, but it's not working here, it's full of potholes. I originally thought we could reach Qingshuihe by dawn, but with this situation, it'll be good if we can reach Youyu."

Gu Bing took out a cigarette and threw one to Zhou Andong and Xiaobei, then lit one and put it in the driver's mouth.

The driver said flattered: "Thank you, President Gu."

Zhou Andong lit the cigarette, feeling a bit hungry in his stomach, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"I am Zhou Andong, is everyone hungry?"

"Hungry!"

"Hungry!"

"Hungry long ago!"

"..."

Listening to the voices answering one by one, Zhou Andong picked up the walkie-talkie: "Factory Director Wu, don't you have bread and biscuits in your car? Unload some, let everyone fill their stomachs.

Although it's disaster relief supplies, we can't let everyone go hungry. Eat as much as you want, keep an account, and I'll make up the cash later."

"Park on the side." Yao Jun's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "I didn't feel it when I was sleeping, but I felt hungry as soon as I woke up."

The motorcade slowly stopped on the side of the road, and one by one they jumped out of the car to stretch their bodies.

Wu Hongkang held a flashlight, arranged for people to open the tarpaulin on the car, and moved bread and biscuits down box by box.

Zhou Andong, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood on the side of the road and took a pee, then arranged for people to unload twenty boxes of iced black tea from the car, and took out a bottle, frozen solid.

Zhou Andong said: "Move the ones on top, the ones below should be a bit better."

Fortunately, there were many people, and everyone worked together to dig out more than twenty boxes from the bottom of the carriage.

Then he opened a bottle to look, it was also a bit frozen, but not solid, and could be drunk.

"Minister Xu!" Zhou Andong shouted.

Xu Baowei, Minister of the Group Finance Department, responded from not far away, and then walked over quickly.

Zhou Andong said: "You take people to make a record, how much was eaten, we'll make up the cash later."

"Okay!" Xu Baowei greeted two financial personnel to start making records.

Wu Hongkang carried a large bag of bread over and distributed it to Zhou Andong and Gu Bing and the others.

Zhou Andong held the bread, squatted on the side of the road and took a bite, and Yin Jisheng hurriedly opened a bottle of drink and handed it over.

Zhou Andong took the drink, looked at the potholed asphalt road under the dark yellow car lights, and sighed.

"If the road conditions are always like this, it will be uncomfortable."

"Won't be!" Wu Hongkang shook his head: "This section of Datong is in poor condition because heavy-load coal trucks often pass through, it will be better after passing Zuoyun."

Zhou Andong took a sip of iced black tea, which had ice shards in it, making him wince.

"The 109 National Highway is the lifeline connecting the inland and the Tibetan plateau, and it is also an important strategic passage. The road has been pressed like this, Datong should be responsible for maintenance."

"Let's just talk about it." Wu Hongkang squatted beside Zhou Andong: "As long as this road can still carry cars, Datong will absolutely not take out money to repair the road."

Alas, Zhou Andong sighed. He couldn't remember how many years the slogan "To get rich, build roads first" had been shouted.

But most grassroots officials had no interest in building roads and were more keen on face projects.

When the 109 National Highway was built, it paid a huge price and sacrifice. Due to the complex route, steep terrain, and harsh climate, the construction conditions were extremely poor.

Construction personnel often encountered difficulties and dangers such as altitude sickness, hypoxia, frostbite, and disease. At the same time, due to backward transportation means at that time, construction materials and equipment were difficult to transport to the site, and all construction was carried out by manpower and animal power.

In addition, at that time, the Tibetan region had not been completely liberated, and construction personnel also had to face attacks and sabotage by hostile forces. It is conceivable how much price was paid to build this road at that time.

Zhou Andong bit the bread hard: "Old Wu, what do you think about building a bottling base in the Ali region?"

Before Wu Hongkang could speak, Gu Bing took over the conversation: "You're crazy, building a bottling base in the Ali region?"

Wu Hongkang nodded along: "Building a bottling base in the Ali region is not only geographically unsuitable, but transportation is the biggest obstacle, and transportation costs will be very high."

Zhou Andong took a hard gulp of iced black tea, and then it froze him again, making him wince.

"How high will the transportation costs be, will it be high enough to cause losses?"

Wu Hongkang pondered for a moment: "Won't be!"

Zhou Andong looked at Gu Bing again: "What do you think?"

Gu Bing also shook his head: "Losses won't happen, but most of the profits will be subsidized to transportation."

"Since there are no losses, that means there is money to be made."

Zhou Andong patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"How much is enough to earn, as long as there is money to be made. We run enterprises, making money is one aspect, more of it is social responsibility." ===== CHAPTER 1608 =====