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Carefully picked up the egg and looked at it, this egg is really big, much bigger than the eggs he collected.

Also, the meat is good, but it's a pity that it's a bit leaner. It would be great if it could be fatter.

Zhou Bin looked carefully around the pile of supplies, and then calculated in his mind who else needed gifts.

Lao Youzi returned quickly, followed by his eldest sister, Zhou Bin's daughter-in-law.

"Dafeng, why are you here? It's fine if you're here, just move your things back." Zhou Bin said.

Dafeng looked at the rice noodles on the ground with a smile, and wondered: "Little brother, where did you get the goods? It's really good, but there are too few, otherwise we can make a small fortune."

"Sister, do you still remember Lu Silang? He got it here. Don't look at this guy as honest, he still has a little bit of real ability."

"That's right, then go to him and get some goods, your sister and I can't get enough of these things alone." Dafeng said.

Zhou Bin quickly said: "No, you have to save some and I will give it away."

Dafeng gave Zhou Bin a blank look. She is not a stick, so how could she forget this.

"Little brother, what do you say is the name of the person who gave you the goods?" Zhou Bin asked.

"Silang, Lu Silang, the one who paid 300 yuan to buy that old guy's job." Old Youzi said.

"How about you tell him that if you can get another batch of goods over, I'll let him come to me to work after the Chinese New Year." Zhou Bin smiled.

He doesn't have the ability to find jobs for people, and he doesn't want to spend money to change people from workers to staff.

But it is still a matter of one sentence to transfer people from the security department to the logistics department.

Lao Youzi was very happy, the logistics department was much more lucrative than the security department, and besides, Shiro was also his good friend, so it would be beneficial for him to go to the logistics department.

Dafeng also stood up, and said eagerly: "Little brother, I asked him for cotton tires. Do you remember the director of the Women's Federation? Her daughter is getting married and needs cotton tires urgently."

Old Youzi snorted and said, "Then is there any benefit for me?"

"You earn the price difference. They buy it, but they don't want you to give it away. You must be silly." Dafeng pinched the old man, this brother is stupid to death.

Lao Youzi hugged his hand and screamed, pointing to something on the ground and said: "Don't pinch, it hurts me to death, sister will settle the money first."

Well, Dafeng took back his words, this younger brother is not stupid, he is also very shrewd.

"Tell me, how much is it?" Zhou Bin was in a very happy mood.

Lao Youzi counted ten fingers, raised his right hand with a smile, and made a gesture: "Brother-in-law, good number, 400 yuan."

Zhou Bin frowned: "Why is it so expensive?"

"Brother-in-law, such a white rice noodle meat is not expensive, is it not expensive, and such a big egg is not expensive, and this meat is not expensive."

Zhou Bin rolled his eyes, and he really agreed with Lao Youzi's words in his heart: "I will help your sister send the things back later, and ask your sister to give you the money."

Dafeng and Lao Youzi looked at each other, and they both laughed like a little mouse who stole oil. Dafeng patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said:

"Go, take it all home, and I'll give you the money."

Lao Youzi pointed to a large piece of pork and said, "Brother-in-law, you have to take this to the cafeteria and let them cut everything for you. There is no machete at home."

"Okay, you guys go." Zhou Bin tied the pork to the back seat of the bicycle and went directly to the canteen of the unit.

Lao Youzi and Dafeng even towed and carried, put the things on the bicycle, and rode home.

The chef in the cafeteria was sitting at the back door of the cafeteria smoking a cigarette. When he saw Zhou Bin carrying a large piece of meat, he was so shocked that he even dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

"Oh, Boss Zhou, you are so talented, you can get such good meat, tell me, how did you get it?" the master asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry about how I got it, first cut it into one catty and give it to me at night, and keep two for yourself," Zhou Bin said.

"good"

The master happily took the meat and walked into the cafeteria, where he chopped it himself.

Zhou Bin returned to the office, opened the drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked leisurely, thinking about Lu Silang.

If Lu Silang was to be transferred here, he would have to send something to the chief of the security department, besides, his brother-in-law was still in the security department.

It's just how much to give, Zhou Bin's mind began to calculate.

But before he could figure it out, the phone on the table rang. Zhou Bin felt that it was broken at first, so he picked up the phone bravely.

"Hello, logistics, who is it?" Zhou Bin asked politely.

"Xiao Zhou, it's me, you can't even hear my voice." A woman's voice came from the phone.

"Hello, Director Feng, I was busy at the moment, so I didn't identify it carefully." Zhou Bin's eyeballs were about to roll out. The big director of the factory, how could he not hear it.

"I heard that you have cotton tires here, can you leave one for me?" The female voice on the phone was very polite.

Zhou Bin had a headache. Someone must have seen his brother-in-law when he sent the cotton tires back.

Damn, the eyeballs have grown into Erlang God's third eye, and I can't hide anything.

There are only two cotton tires, and the daughter-in-law has to make a thick one, otherwise the winter will not be able to survive without burning charcoal.

Carbon is so expensive, and there is no place to buy it, so he will never give up these two cotton tires.

Zhou Bin sighed: "Director, there are only two thin cotton tires, why don't I still have white rice and white noodles here, look?"

Zhou Bin's meaning is very clear, there is no cotton tire, but white rice and white noodles are still available.

Director Feng was silent for a while. She knew what Zhou Bin was capable of.

"Xiao Zhou, then give me some of them, but I still want cotton tires, if you get them, leave one for me."

"Success, I will keep it for you when I get it, don't worry." Zhou Bin hung up the phone hastily.

But as soon as he put down the phone, the ring rang again. Zhou Bin didn't want to answer it, and he was afraid that it was the secretary of the factory director, so he had to answer it resignedly.

"Xiao Zhou, I'm Xiao Wang from the trade union. I heard that you got fine grains. I want to buy some." A man's voice came from the phone.

Zhou Bin breathed a sigh of relief: "Comrade Wang, if there is one, I will definitely keep it for you. Don't worry."

In other words, if you don't have one, you won't stay. His wife, Dafeng, works at the Women's Federation, and these things probably aren't enough for them.

The master came in with a large sack: "Boss Zhou, the mission is complete. Look, every piece of knife is worth a pound."

Zhou Bin saw that it was really true, and they were neatly arranged, with a row of six yuan, a total of eight rows.

"Thanks for your hard work. I'll go back first. Don't show off outside, otherwise you will spit out a piece of your meat." Zhou Bin threatened.

The master is glad that he didn't tell the outside world, otherwise he might not be able to keep such good meat.