Three days before Li Long went to Beiting for the meeting.
Jia Tianlong had called the Supply and Marketing Cooperative the day before to reach Li Long, saying he would come that morning to collect the medicinal materials.
Zhou Yuan had come over yesterday afternoon to pass the message to Li Long, which left Li Long feeling a little embarrassed. The man was a section chief, after all, yet he was running errands for him every day. So when Zhou Yuan left, Li Long went to the kitchen and fetched him two strips of dried Mongolian gazelle meat.
Quite a lot of dried meat was hanging in his kitchen now, accumulated bit by bit. Salted and air-dried, then kept in baskets covered with cloth, it lasted well. With so much salt, it attracted neither bugs nor flies.
Zhou Yuan left cheerfully with the meat. He was not short of it, but what did it mean when Li Long offered it himself? It meant their relationship had reached that level.
Zhou Yuan never put on a section chief's airs in front of Li Long. As a favorite of the directors of both the prefectural and county Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, Li Long carried considerable weight. If Zhou Yuan really acted high and mighty in front of him, he would never have become section chief in the first place.
Since Jia Tianlong was coming, Li Long naturally had to prepare properly. He had originally planned another trip into the mountains that day, but put it off until the afternoon-he would see about it after Jia Tianlong left.
A little after noon, Jia Tianlong arrived with a truck-the same one as last time, with the same silent driver.
The truck drove into the courtyard, and Li Long closed the gates. The first thing