Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

First, Zhang Dabiao was wasting money like a fool in the courtyard and was even reported. Then, Yi Zhonghai was throwing a big banquet in the courtyard to show off his power after becoming a godfather. He couldn't let himself be outdone; he had to be better than Yi Zhonghai!

Otherwise, not only would he be dissatisfied, but his father, Fatty Liu, would be anxious!

"Don't worry, if you don't have enough pork, I'll make up for it with chicken breast, chicken legs, roast chicken, and roast fish. I also have some spicy duck necks, that should be enough for a meat dish."

"I'll also get you 5 jin of soybean oil and 20 jin of rice; I guarantee your wedding banquet will be impressive!"

"You prepare the cook, and I'll also make you some thirteen-spice powder and oyster sauce seasoning. Just make a lot of the other dishes."

If you asked Zhang Dabiao to get dozens of kilograms of flour, that would be impossible. He only has about half a bag of flour at home, and he doesn't stock up on that stuff much anyway.

But rice and noodles are staple resources. Taking them out and putting them back in the little nest every day, plus what's refreshed daily, accumulating 200 jin of rice and 20 tubs of noodles a week is no problem at all.

Zhang Dabiao actually wanted to recommend a four-piece bedding set to him, but the kind of duvet cover he used at home had a pattern...

These days, people wouldn't dare bring them out. Either the silk quilt cover is too luxurious, or the cartoon pattern is too cute or in a Japanese anime style, which people of this era can't accept.

I do have a few plain and Morandi-colored outfits, but they're not suitable for a wedding. I'll go back and look for more; you never know when I might need them.

Zhang Dabiao still has over 700 yuan, which is enough for his needs, but not enough to build a house.

The Liu family is rich, so they'll take whatever they can get their hands on, since they won't lose out anyway.

Upon hearing Zhang Dabiao's words, Liu Guangqi's face twisted into a wide grin. He pounded Zhang Dabiao's chest and said, "Good brother, I have nothing more to say."

"Did everything go smoothly on the road? I only found out you two met on the way after I ran into Da Mao this morning. It's my fault for not thinking things through; I should have gone to the countryside with you." Liu Guangqi felt a little ashamed as he said this. He had been busy preparing for his wedding and had indeed forgotten about it, assuming the factory would make arrangements. When he returned to the courtyard and found out that Zhang Dabiao and Qin Jingru had foolishly ridden their tricycle to Qinjiatun, he was quite startled, fearing that something had happened to them on the way.

After all, Zhang Dabiao is still a kid! Qin Jingru is just a 12-year-old girl who just graduated from elementary school!

"It's alright, what could possibly happen to me? You have a lot to do before your wedding, just focus on your own things. I've already made plans with Da Mao, we'll try to go to the countryside together as much as possible in the future, anyway, I don't have that many tasks." They had already discussed it on the way back to Beijing with Da Mao. He often goes to the countryside anyway, mostly around Changping, so when he needs to go to the countryside, he can just take Zhang Dabiao with him.

"Okay, it's good that you two have made an appointment. You can look out for each other on the way. Come on, I'll take you to the logistics warehouse to deliver the goods." Hearing this, Liu Guangqi felt relieved and pulled Zhang Dabiao to the logistics warehouse.

Along the way, he introduced the factory to Zhang Dabiao, explaining what each factory building was for and what each foreman did...

The comprehensive utilization plant under Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill reprocesses the scraps and waste materials from the steel rolling mill into everyday items such as stoves, chimneys, winnowing baskets, shovels, simple filing cabinets, bench legs, and nails.

It's just recycling waste. The factory doesn't occupy a large area, about the size of their Hongxing Primary School. There are five or six factory buildings and a small three-story office building, with things piled up in a mess.

According to Liu Guangqi, there were only about sixty workers... and many of them were family members of the steel rolling mill workers. Half of them were temporary workers, without formal factory employment.

Family workers and children of employees are considered "collective workers" and do not enjoy the same benefits as "employees of the main factory." Simply put, they do not have a "secure job."

Liu Guangqi himself was a clerk and accountant, a formally employed staff member in the administrative office. His friend Tian Baocheng was the logistics director and also handled general affairs. This factory was an affiliated factory with a low administrative level and very few management and administrative positions. One person held multiple positions, emphasizing "streamlining administration and simplifying procedures."

Zhang Dabiao's position as a purchasing agent is also a formal employee position, but he hasn't started work yet. Liu Guangqi has put a lot of effort into this position.

And these things produced in the factory...

Sales were so-so. In Zhang Dabiao's view, it was all a waste of time. "What you're doing, others can do too. It's not competitive at all."

They walked and talked until a middle-aged man stopped them.

"stop!"

"What are you doing!"

Zhang Dabiao gave him a strange look. A short, fat middle-aged man stood in front of him, blocking the way with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant.

"Huang, the sales clerk, this is Zhang Dabiao, our factory's temporary purchasing agent. He's here today to deliver the purchased goods."

Hearing Liu Guangqi's voice, which was neither warm nor cold, and very formal, without addressing him as "Brother Huang" or "Master Huang," Zhang Dabiao understood that Liu Guangqi and this man did not get along.

Sales representatives are a very important position, responsible for contacting the main factory to obtain waste materials and offcuts, and selling the produced products. They need to be quick-witted and good at communication.

But does the product manufactured by this factory need to be marketed?

Just hand it over to the supply and marketing cooperative.

"The temporary purchasing agent, is that 16-year-old kid who's still in the third grade of elementary school?" Huang, the sales clerk, had an unfriendly expression and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

But who is our Zhang Dabiao?

That idiot doesn't give face to anyone!

His nickname is "Sang Biao"!

He immediately retorted, "What, you're not happy about it?"

Salesperson Huang: "..."

What does this mean?

"Huang Suyou, if you have a problem, come at me. This is my little brother. What's the meaning of your sarcastic remarks here?" When he heard Huang Suyou, the sales clerk, bring up Zhang Dabiao's age and education in front of the other workers, he knew what was going on, so he didn't hold back.

The status of the subsidiary factory is even lower than that of the branch factory. The number of formal positions and administrative staff is very limited, the approval process is extremely difficult, and the competition is even greater than that of the main factory.

Huang Suyou's son was originally working on a formal purchasing position, but unexpectedly, Liu Guangqi and Zhang Dabiao snatched it away.

So he came looking for trouble.

The purpose of saying this while many workers were still at work was to incite public anger and unite everyone in hatred against the enemy.

There are many family members working here. They have worked for so many years and still haven't gotten a permanent job. Why should a kid who didn't finish elementary school and has some intellectual disabilities be able to get this job?

What does it mean if a 16-year-old in the third grade of elementary school doesn't have intellectual disabilities?

Huang Suyou's son is a high school graduate!

"What I mean is, he's only 16 and in third grade. Can he even do basic math? What if he gets ripped off while shopping? How can he be a purchasing agent?"

"Have you memorized the multiplication tables? Do you recognize all the words? Have you grown all your hair yet?"

Seeing the workers gather around, Huang Suyou became even more arrogant. He thought he had Zhang Dabiao's weakness in mind, but Zhang Dabiao's words broke him down.

"Did I eat your rice?"

"what?"

"I didn't eat your rice, so why the hell are you meddling? Are you some kind of Pacific Ocean policeman?"

"If I can't procure the goods, the boss will naturally make trouble for me. What are you doing here acting like a big shot?"

"Get out of my way, don't stop me from delivering the goods!"

He's just a sales clerk, not the factory director or the party secretary, nor my direct supervisor. What is he doing babbling on like this?

Zhang Dabiao pushed his bike around them, but Huang Suyou wouldn't let go, pulling on his bike: "Hey! You little brat, you dare insult me?!"

"I'd like to see what kind of junk you can procure..."

As he spoke, Huang Suyou's large hand reached for the cloth covering the basket in the back of the vehicle.