Chapter 53

At five in the morning, the sky was hazy, and the air was filled with mist.

Cao Weiguo, the canteen director, and the procurement director had already started working.

"Eighty-five catties in total!"

The procurement director said with a beaming smile: "Weiguo, you really have ability to be able to get so much chicken."

Cao Weiguo said: "Friends in the commune have a hard life and can only secretly get some local specialties to earn some pocket money to support their families."

Everyone was a sensible person, and no one would dig deeper.

In this day and age, if you want to live well, you have to engage in some "side jobs" and exploit some loopholes.

Water is clear only when there are no fish!

The procurement director handed two stacks of money and coupons to Cao Weiguo: "This is 23.5 and 23 catties of meat coupons; count them carefully."

Cao Weiguo took the money and coupons and counted them on the spot: "Not a cent off."

These chickens could sell for 2 yuan each at the pigeon market.

Selling them to the rolling mill only fetched a little over 1 yuan each, but he could get the scarce meat coupons.

These meat coupons were more valuable than money on the market.

The canteen director stood by with a cheerful smile, having earned benefits just by bridging the gap.

He and the procurement director split the 10% kickback fifty-fifty.

Although the money he got was only a few yuan, even a mosquito's leg is meat.

And with this successful cooperation, the money would keep coming in the future.

After the money and goods were cleared, the procurement director put the 12 chickens in the sack into the warehouse.

Cao Weiguo and the canteen director walked into the canteen, chatting and laughing.

Cao Weiguo had kept one chicken to make a pot of fragrant chicken soup.

He called the procurement director to the kitchen, and the three of them shared the pot of chicken soup.

The canteen director ate the chicken, looking satisfied: "Weiguo, your craft is superb; if you opened a restaurant, you'd definitely make a fortune."

Cao Weiguo said with a smile: "My little bit of culinary skill is nothing; if I really went to open a restaurant, I'm afraid I'd lose even my underwear."

The procurement director asked: "Weiguo, when can you get more chickens, or other ingredients?"

Cao Weiguo asked: "I can't get chickens for a while, but I can get some pork and mutton."

After several trips to the pigeon market, Cao Weiguo's chicken inventory had almost been cleared out.

However, he still had thousands of catties of pork and mutton in stock.

The procurement director said with pleasant surprise: "You can get pork and mutton! That's truly great!"

The canteen director's eyes also lit up; pork and mutton were harder to get and scarcer than chicken.

Their value was naturally higher, and the profits were greater.

Cao Weiguo said: "I have relatives in the countryside; with some effort, I should be able to get some meat."

The procurement director said happily: "Weiguo, put in more effort; the factory will take as much meat as you can bring."

Cao Weiguo said: "Then I'll take some time to visit my relatives."

The pot of chicken and chicken soup was eaten clean by the three men.

The canteen director and the procurement director went to the office to catch up on sleep, feeling satisfied.

The energetic Cao Weiguo practiced Tai Chi in the kitchen.

Until the coworkers arrived one after another.

In the workshop, Shazhu looked around restlessly, anxiously waiting for the leadership to notify him to return to the kitchen.

Qin Huairu said unhappily: "You don't worry when you should, and you worry blindly when you shouldn't."

Shazhu said with disdain: "This workshop is no place for humans; I don't want to stay here for even a second."

The First Uncle walked over and whispered a reprimand: "What are you saying? Do you still want to work at the rolling mill?"

Shazhu didn't avoid anyone when he spoke, and his voice wasn't low; the nearby coworkers all heard him.

This sentence, full of disdain, instantly made the coworkers unhappy.

They worked in the workshop, so were they not human?

In the new era, everyone is equal; why are you nobler than others?

The director of the Third Workshop said with a gloomy face: "He Yuzhu, your ideology is very problematic; I will report it truthfully to the leadership, and I believe you will soon leave the workshop as you wish."

Shazhu panicked: "Director! Don't! I was just speaking quickly!"

The workshop director didn't even look at Shazhu and stormed toward the office building.

Soon, Shazhu was transferred from the workshop and went to clean the toilets with a broom.

For a time, Shazhu became notorious, becoming an alien and a laughingstock in the eyes of his coworkers.

Qin Huairu was so depressed she wanted to hit someone; her painstaking efforts were wasted.

The First Uncle slapped his thigh in disappointment; this Shazhu was too unpromising.

His stinking mouth had no gate!

Causing trouble everywhere!

It was a waste of his effort to go plead with Cao Weiguo for him yesterday!

Cao Weiguo had already agreed to help, and he might have returned to the kitchen soon.

But because of that stinking mouth, he not only offended his coworkers but also ruined the matter.

Cao Weiguo, who was cooking in the kitchen, couldn't help but feel schadenfreude when he found out.

This Shazhu was truly a strange person!

This made things easier; it saved him from having to plead with the canteen director.

Cleaning toilets was a job that suited Shazhu's stinking mouth perfectly.

Shazhu took up his glorious post under the supervision of an officer from the logistics department.

Holding a manure fork in one hand and a broom in the other.

There were over ten thousand people in the entire rolling mill, so one could imagine how big and busy the toilet was, and how strong the smell was.

Given that Shazhu was a newcomer, the previous night-soil collector was promoted to master.

This master had both teaching responsibilities and supervisory power.

"Guo... I... Ugh!"

Shazhu was in agony in the toilet, so disgusted he almost vomited his stomach out.

"What are you dawdling for! Get to work quickly!"

"No slacking off, or I'll report you!"

The night-soil collector scolded severely, making Shazhu grit his teeth in hatred.

"Urge, urge, urge! What are you urging for!"

"Can this toilet run away!"

Shazhu endured the disgust and began to clean, feeling both stifled and regretful.

He also regretted his own loose mouth!

Xu Damao, who had returned from the countryside, was so happy to hear that Shazhu was cleaning toilets that he wanted to beat drums and gongs.

He put down his equipment and found a dozen coworkers, storming into the toilet together.

"Shazhu, I brought the brothers to support you!"

A group of people unbuckled their belts and began to unleash their big moves.

The toilet that had just been cleaned was instantly a mess.

"Xu Damao, you're not human!"

Shazhu was so angry his eyes turned red: "I'll fix you sooner or later!"

Xu Damao shouted with a laugh: "Hey, I came to use the toilet, why are you cursing? Believe it or not, I'll report you."

Shazhu's hand holding the manure fork trembled, suppressing the urge to beat Xu Damao up.

Having suffered consecutive punishments, Shazhu gradually learned his lesson.

If he made another mistake, he was afraid he wouldn't even have a toilet to clean.

Before Xu Damao left, the Second Uncle walked in, holding his big belly.

"Shazhu, why are you standing there instead of working?"

"No slacking off!"

While speaking, he unbuckled his belt, followed by a big move. ===== CHAPTER 55 =====