A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 21 The Dean is the Best Backer

Modern people would think that "Purchasing Department" is a lucrative job.

You should know that there are a lot of tricks in the purchasing process. Whether the purchase price of a pound of angelica is 1 yuan or 9 cents, isn't it the buyer who has the final say?
If your purchasing agent's level is slightly raised, the price can be raised as well. If the purchasing quantity increases, the extra money will be a huge amount of money.

At most, you can give your purchasing agent a 1 cent kickback for every pound of medicinal materials, and you can still make the purchasing agent rich and well-fed and become the first ten thousand yuan earner in the unit.

If you think so, you are totally wrong.

The era when buyers got rich was in the 1980s and 1990s. Who wanted to be a civil servant at that time? Everyone wanted to be a buyer in a company. That was definitely the golden age for buyers.

In the 1950s and 1960s, public-to-public transactions were less shady.

Of course, privately, when you go to a place to purchase, it is possible that they will treat you to a meal and give you some agricultural and sideline products, but the quantity will not be large.

After all, they can't even feed themselves, so why would they give you a few bags of rice and a few pork legs as gifts?
Besides, they don’t ask you for anything. These are all public matters, so just handle them impartially.

That's the best case scenario. In some places, protectionism is obvious, or a certain medicinal material is in short supply locally. The pie is so small that local authorities don't welcome units from other places to purchase from you, which would affect the interests of their local supply and marketing cooperatives or hospitals.

Then the buyers had to negotiate secretly, just like they did underground work back then.

Finally, there is the issue of transportation.

There were no bank transfers in the 1950s, and any dealings with herbal farmers or rural cooperatives required cash.

The purchasing agents carried several thousand or tens of thousands of yuan in cash, and one or two of them rushed to other places, crossing mountains and rivers. Did they really think that all the local heroes were dead?
There is no surveillance and no human habitation here, so who knows whether the person you are facing is a human or a ghost?
Money always appeals to people's hearts.

Okay, okay, even if everything goes well, you buyers will either have to squeeze into a train or take a truck, traveling hundreds or thousands of kilometers, not to mention the hardships along the way.

So being a buyer in the fifties was definitely a tough job.

Lin Kucan and Jin Caifeng were both internal employees of the hospital, so they naturally knew what the purchasing agent position was about, so they deliberately did not want their youngest son to go.

But Lin Sanqi didn’t understand, wasn’t this his “dream love post”?

You can go out often, without being restricted by the unit, and be free. The key is that in the process of purchasing Chinese medicinal materials from other places, there is a lot that can be done here.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly:

"Dean Shen, this is great. The job of a purchasing agent is more suitable for me than working in the library. I am willing to work in the purchasing department."

Jin Caifeng was anxious: "You kid, this purchasing job is so hard. Didn't you see that no one in our hospital wants to work in the purchasing department?"

Lin Kucan did not try to persuade him. He was a very Buddhist person and let his children do whatever they wanted.

Dean Shen wasn't going to do this anymore. He had finally managed to get a strong laborer to do purchasing, and he couldn't just let him run away like that.

"Comrade Jin Caifeng, I have to criticize you for this. Your ideological awareness is not as high as Comrade Sanqi's. Do you allow us to be picky about revolutionary work? If you don't go to purchase, and he doesn't go to purchase, then do we still need to run our hospital? Do we still need to serve the people?"

Jin Caifeng was speechless for a moment. Some things can be thought of in one's mind, but it makes a different sound when one speaks them out loud.

Instead, Lin Kucan nodded gently:
"Okay, let's listen to Dean Shen. Anyway, Qizi has been wandering outside for 10 years and is still safe and sound, which shows that he is smarter and more adaptable to this society than we thought. We as parents should have confidence in him." Dean Shen slammed the table and said, "Old Lin is right. Parents are always worried. The child is grown up, and it's time to let go."

Upon hearing this, Jin Caifeng could only sigh and held her son's hand, not knowing what to do.

Dean Lin quickly wrote the letter of introduction and handed it to Lin Sanqi:

"Comrade Lin Sanqi, you finally found your home, so you can take this opportunity to rest for a while. After a month, you can report to the Organization and Personnel Department with your letter of introduction. From now on, we will be comrades in the same trench.

Although the work of the procurement department is hard, it is very important to the hospital. Without the procurement department, our doctors cannot prescribe medicine. This is like soldiers on the battlefield without bullets. How can we drive away the Japanese devils and Chiang Kai-shek? "

Lin Sanqi took the letter of introduction, feeling very happy. He stood at attention with his chin raised:

“…” (I won’t write what the protagonist said)
Shen Guomin, Lin Kucan and Jin Caifeng were so frightened that their faces changed.

Lin Sanqi then realized that this was not a university dormitory and some jokes could not be made, so he immediately changed his expression and said:
"Just kidding, I will definitely live up to the trust and responsibility of the organization, and will devote myself to work wholeheartedly, serve the people, make contributions to the construction of the motherland and make my own contributions!"

Dean Shen wiped the sweat off his face and forced a smile:
"Okay, okay, do a good job."

Coming out of the dean's office, Jin Caifeng tapped her son's forehead:

"Zizi, this company is different from other places. Some jokes are allowed, and some are not. Especially since you've been missing for 10 years, don't cause unnecessary trouble. Otherwise, you won't be able to explain yourself when you get into trouble."

Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly. This little episode also sounded a wake-up call for him to control his mouth in this era.

Thinking of the mouth, Lin Sanqi suddenly had an idea.

He went to the purchasing department because he wanted to have a free and easy job, but in this era, everything has to be done in a very rigid manner like the Terracotta Warriors, which would greatly affect his "traffic monetization" plan.

It seems that I need to find a backer in the hospital, and it is important that someone can tolerate my misbehavior.

It seems that my cheap father is unreliable. Although he is a good doctor, his personality is too Buddhist and he is of no use at the critical moment.

The eldest and second brothers are too inexperienced to be his protectors.

Then Dean Shen in front of him seems to be a good candidate. Moreover, the dean is the biggest person in the hospital and a direct leader. There is no more suitable backer than this.

But they have no relatives or friends like you, so how can they be willing to protect you?
Lin Sanqi thought for a while. The leaders of this era would definitely not accept money. Besides, money was of no use. Then, in 59 when the whole country was starving, what better gift could there be than food?
Lin Sanqi asked casually, "Dad, where is Dean Shen's hometown?"

"He's from Gusu."

There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. All intellectuals who come from the land of fish and rice are gourmets and will definitely pay attention to this delicacy.

Lin Sanqi had an idea in his mind. His family didn't have rice to eat, and they couldn't buy any at the grain station. He thought that Dean Shen's family must be eating steamed corn bread every day.

So if I carry a bag of rice to someone's door, would it be considered a valuable gift?
Just do it...

(End of this chapter)