Li Long had not expected Section Chief Hu to call, and Section Chief Hu himself had not expected to end up turning to Li Long.
The Lunar New Year fell in February that year, so Section Chief Hu was not yet in much of a hurry to purchase the holiday benefits for the factory workers. He had merely brought up an idea at the factory's shift handover meeting a couple of days earlier.
Then the factory director had joked that the batch of mutton they had obtained the previous year was quite good, and the elderly members of his family had liked it very much.
It might have been an offhand joke, or he might have meant nothing more by it.
But Section Chief Hu had still taken note of the remark.
He did remember Li Long, that fairly quick-witted young man. After all, they had dealt with each other more than once. There had been the mutton, and the zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival; the Glutinous Rice and Red Dates and other things had been good too.
But honestly, as the logistics section chief of a sugar factory that size, he had no shortage whatsoever of connected suppliers. Finding someone who could supply the year-end benefits was easy, especially now that reform and opening-up had been underway for several years and everyone had broadened their horizons. Finding things that were economical and practical, or attractive and novel, was not particularly difficult.
But Section Chief Hu could not simply act according to his own ideas. After all, what the leadership wanted was very important.
And that very day, Xiao Song, who transported sugar residue, had brought him two beautiful big common carp, saying they were from the man who had delivered the mutton the previous New Year. That inevitably