1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 231 I am willing to bear this cause and effect

Dezhou Railway Station.

During the dispute, a young girl in uniform was pushed to the ground by a dirty old man.

"Uncle, wait, wait! You can't just leave like this!"

The little girl got up from the ground with a look of grievance on her face, and anxiously grabbed the old man's hand, with a hint of crying in her voice.

The weird thing is, this franchise store with the sign of NO.1 is the one with the best business and the largest customer flow among all the franchise stores of Mo Mo Bai Zha, and there are two long queues of people waiting in line at the moment. However, hundreds of men and women, faced with this scene of bullying, just watched quietly, and no one offered to help.

When the old man's hand was grabbed by the little girl who was a few years younger than his own daughter, he struggled twice as if bitten by a snake, and immediately made the little girl stagger.

"Hey~ You, woman, how can you tell good from bad? Let go! Let go!"

After struggling twice without success, the old man looked at hundreds of city people staring at him, his face suddenly turned red, and he seemed to be angry and embarrassed.

"No! I won't let go! Uncle, unless you agree to register, I will stay here forever!"

As one of the staff members urgently dispatched by Qingfeng Food to Dezhou and Jinan, Li Nannan felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.

In the past two days, more and more people have come to the doors of various franchise stores to deliver chickens or sell chickens at low prices, which has seriously affected the daily operations of the major franchise stores to some extent. Therefore, Qingfeng Food has no choice but to transfer a large group of staff from the already very tight staff to go to each store to be responsible for the coordination of this matter.

There is no way. Many fellow villagers have no idea that the raw materials for Mo Mo Bai Zha are all distributed by Qingfeng Food, nor do they know what "franchise store" means. They think that these franchise stores are just like ordinary small restaurants and they just need to deliver the chickens to the door of the store.

Although this spontaneous and increasingly intense chicken gifting behavior objectively exposed the serious shortage of raw material supply of Momo Baizha to the public, it once caused a buying spree similar to a "bank run", which brought great pressure to Qingfeng Food's operations;

But no matter what, they were deeply moved by the kindness and righteousness they received because of the cause and effect in the past, so according to Yang Mo's instructions:
The current Momo Baizha may suffer serious losses, its operating chain may be broken, or it may even go bankrupt.

But there is only one thing...

Every person who shows kindness to Mo Mo Bai Zha must be recorded in detail for future reporting.

This was Yang Mo's willfulness, and also the willfulness of a Qilu person; but it was somewhat unexpected that this resolution was passed without any objection.

Therefore, Li Nannan and another colleague were urgently transferred to the NO1 franchise store at Dezhou Railway Station.

But what drove her crazy was that this seemingly simple information registration job was not as easy as she thought.

These fellows are so uncooperative!

They would go through the trouble of carrying their chickens for dozens or even hundreds of miles to give their chickens to Mo Mo Bai Zha for free, but asking them to introduce themselves to the world... is simply a forgettable idea!
In just two days, Li Nannan was exhausted. Not only did her eye sockets become sunken, but such a good girl actually learned to throw tantrums and act like a spoiled child.

There was no other way. The company had a strict rule that the information of every fellow villager who sent chickens must be recorded completely and accurately. Otherwise, in addition to facing extremely severe punishment, she herself would not be able to get over the psychological barrier.

Unfortunately, as the largest franchise store of Mo Mo Bai Zha Yin Wu, in addition to customers queuing up to buy chicken chops at the door of the NO1 franchise store, there are also fellow villagers from all over the country who are queuing up stiffly to receive chickens; and the various entanglements and cheating behaviors of the employees of Qingfeng Food who are responsible for the docking work in the past two days have been seen by everyone.

Therefore, the old man in front of him did not buy it at all. No matter how Li Nannan pulled him, or how wronged and pitiful he looked, he just kept his lips tightly closed and refused to say a word. With his face flushed, he struggled desperately to break free from the hands of the little girl in front of him.

You can say he is stubborn, you can say he is hypocritical, you can even say he is ungrateful... No matter what you say, he has his persistence and his pride!
After being dragged for five or six meters by the old man's incredible strength, Li Nannan saw that she would soon be unable to hold on to the man. She panicked completely and turned to look in the direction of the store manager, Lao Ding, for help... Because there were too many people coming to the NO1 franchise store to deliver chickens, Lao Ding was now also helping with the reception and registration work.

But she was disappointed. Lao Ding, the store manager who had always performed brilliantly in the reception and registration work, was currently entangled with another mother and daughter. Seeing the mother holding back her tears stubbornly and ready to kneel down if she didn't agree, Li Mengmeng knew that the situation over there was even more difficult than her own, and she was afraid that Comrade Lao Ding could not be relied on for the time being.

Just when Li Nannan was about to burst into tears, a figure suddenly walked over from the side.

"Uncle, please take the trouble to introduce yourself... I'll help you fill in the registration information."

The old man turned his head and saw a tall, strong, fair and tender young man who looked quite handsome.

The only thing that makes this young man different from ordinary people from Qi and Lu is that the corners of his mouth always have a faint, somewhat naughty smile, which really deducts 20 points from his image.

Such a frivolous young man!

Elders would not be so polite to male juniors, let alone a young man who made a bad first impression?
The old man rolled his eyes and said fiercely, "What do you have to do with this young man? Go away! Get lost! You even helped me register my family... You are a fucking man, but you can say such shameless words!"

Facing the ferocious old man, the young man showed no sign of being angry. He just walked up to the old man with a smile and put his arm around his shoulders, saying, "Uncle, look at what you said... How can you be so shameless? You don't even allow me to tell you my home address so that I can come over and have a drink with you in a few days?"

When the old man heard this, his expression was stunned for a moment, and the fierce look on his face eased.

The young man's words hit the sore spot of these old-school Qi and Lu men.

No matter if he is your junior or not, if a stranger is willing to come to your house from far away to drink with you, it means he truly respects you and it is real face!
To some extent, the old-school people of Qi and Lu are a very twisted existence. If they owe others a little favor, they will not be able to sleep well. But if you take the initiative to seek a little help from them, they will never say a word, and will do their best to help you even if it is beyond their ability... And if you plan to go over and have a drink, they will probably want to take out all their family assets and drink with you until the end of the day with a smile on their face.

"You young man, do you really want to have a drink with me?"

The old man's expression was a little hesitant, but the faint red glow on his orange-peel face betrayed his mood.

The young man laughed: "Of course not, uncle, I'm telling you, my friend gave me a box of Jimo old wine... When the time comes, we'll carry it over, and we'll eat some peanuts and drink it to our heart's content!... I'm not kidding you, but I admire your manners. If it were someone else, I wouldn't be willing to give up that box of good Jimo wine!"

Hearing the words "Jimo Old Wine", the old man couldn't help but choke twice. When he heard the young man's last sentence, the red glow on his face seemed to be about to fly out. He patted the young man's shoulder heavily and said, "Yes! I'm going to drink this bottle of wine with you, young man!"

As he spoke, the old man's face turned serious: "You can tell this young man that you can come to my house, but I have to say in advance that you are not allowed to register, and you are not allowed to tell Momo Baizha about this... Otherwise, you may as well not drink this wine!"

The young man nodded with a smile: "Of course, with so many people testifying for me, I will definitely not tell them...Uncle, you can just tell me secretly!"

The old man finally felt relieved. He pushed Li Nannan, who was still pulling him, away a little as if he was guarding against a thief. Then he put his mouth close to the young man's ear and whispered a few words with a smug look on his face.

………………

Two minutes later, under Li Nannan's somewhat strange gaze, the young man leisurely left the crowd and got into a van.

"Master... the latest statistics from Qingfeng Food's freight and storage department have been sent to me via the pager. Would you like to take a look?"

Bai Mengmeng looked at Yang Mo, who was carefully recording address information in his notebook, with a strange expression on his face.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but ever since I squatted and chatted for a long time with that idiot named Wang Erpang in front of the gate of Dezhou No. 2 Middle School a few days ago, my master seems to have become a little different.

It seemed that I suddenly understood a lot of things, became more relaxed, and became more "idle".

To be honest, at this critical moment when the survival of a project is at stake, have you ever seen any actual project leader leave the command center without permission, leisurely wander around the franchise stores, and then stare at the people who came from hundreds of miles away to deliver chickens for an entire afternoon?

But even though she complained, Bai Mengmeng obviously liked her current master more. After all, the previous Yang Mo always gave her a sense of oppression, and the sharpness that Yang Mo always exuded unintentionally also made her, a young girl who had just entered the society, feel a little frightened.

With a rare serious handwriting, Yang Mo wrote down "Zouping, Qingyang Town, Liao Simeng, 17 chickens" on the new leather notebook he bought five days ago. Then he closed the notebook that was already filled with more than pages of names, put on the pen, and turned around: "Next time, let them not waste this money. After all, the paging station charges are quite expensive... But since it has been sent, it doesn't matter if I listen to it."

Seeing his master's tired expression, a few black lines appeared on Bai Mengmeng's forehead. Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean since it's already been sent, it doesn't matter if I listen to it?
Master, do you have the awareness of being the helmsman of a project?

After sighing a little tiredly, Bai Mengmeng read out the few pieces of information that had just been transmitted from the pager: "As of 6:00 this morning, Qingfeng Foods only has 6.4 chicken breasts in stock, all of which were urgently processed and put into storage by the Yuanzhou Cutting Factory yesterday... Among them, 2.1 pieces of raw materials were officially purchased from live chickens, and the remaining 4.3 pieces of chicken breasts were all donated by people from all over the country and supplied at affordable prices."

6.4 portions of raw materials are barely enough for two days of frying at Yang Mo. It can be seen that the current inventory situation of Qingfeng Food is very dangerous. But it is obvious that Yang Mo does not care about this. His focus is on other aspects.

"Among the 4.3 raw materials provided by the villagers, how many were donated for free and how many were supplied at a fair price?" Yang Mo interrupted his little apprentice's report, propped his head on the car window with his arms, and asked lazily.

Bai Mengmeng was stunned, and quickly flipped through the previous information on the BP machine, and then replied: "Because the chickens sent by the villagers are of different breeds and sizes, and some are not even considered adult chickens, it has caused considerable trouble for the slaughtering, cutting and counting work of the Circular Cutting Factory;"

"Although the number of chicken breasts cut out was 4.3, the actual number of broilers slaughtered was as high as 2.4 due to the size issue. For some chickens that were not big enough, only the breasts could be used to make chicken fillets, and only one portion of raw material could be obtained from a whole breast, so the yield was less than one-third of the 817 broilers."

"Among these 2.4 whole chickens, after checking and counting, only 4678 live chickens were sold to us at the purchase price of 5 yuan per chicken, and the remaining 19322 live chickens... were all given to us for free by fellow villagers."

When the last set of numbers was read, even Bai Mengmeng fell silent.

Although 1.9 live chickens are nothing considering the terrifying monthly demand for raw materials of Mo Mo Bai Zha, you have to understand... they have come all the way here to give them to you for free!

Moreover, more than 2.4 of the 1.9 chickens were given away. This ratio is too shocking.

Bai Mengmeng knew that at the beginning of this year, the action taken by Qingfeng Food really benefited a lot of migrant workers who returned to their hometowns in Shandong, but that action only helped about five or six thousand people at most... In this era when the average number of chickens raised by ordinary people does not exceed four per household, even if all those people came back to repay the favor, it would be impossible to donate 1.9 chickens per day.

That's right!

These 1.9 or 2.4 live chickens were crammed in just one day the day before yesterday.

This had already happened five days ago, but the number was not particularly large at the beginning;

There were less than 3,000 chickens on the first day;
seven thousand the next day;
On the third day, 1.1...

By yesterday, the number had reached an incredible 2.4.
Although today's data has not yet come out, it is obvious that it is at least close to 3;

Thinking of this, Bai Mengmeng glanced through the car window at a long line of donated chickens and felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

She claims to be good at math, but she really can't figure out the current account.

In just five days, more than 80,000 live chickens were donated. If this growth curve could continue, it would even be able to cover the raw material needs of Mo Mo Bai Zha... This goes against common sense!
Hearing the number 19322, Yang Mo laughed, a laugh that seemed to be somewhat relieved, yet also somewhat resentful. He continued to cast his gaze on the group of people in shabby clothes not far away, and was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing his master laughing, Bai Mengmeng seemed to have misunderstood something and cautiously advised: "Master, although the number of fellow villagers who came to deliver chickens has increased day by day in the past two days, I think... this situation cannot continue forever. Master, you should make plans early."

She was very afraid that her master would be misled by the current situation and think that the continuous supply of chickens from the villagers would be enough to sustain the supply needs of Mo Mo Bai Zha for the next two months.

Yang Mo tilted his head: "I know that these folks don't have an easy life. Every chicken they raise is an invaluable treasure to them... Not to mention that I can't possibly rely on them for all the raw chicken materials. Even if I wanted to... the folks don't have that many chickens for us to waste!"

Hearing this, Bai Mengmeng looked at him with some doubt: "Master, since you know that this kind of thing can't last long, but why do you...?"

These days, Yang Mo looked like he didn't care about anything and let everything go. He seemed to be fearless because his fellow villagers kept sending him chickens. So it was no wonder that Bai Mengmeng misunderstood.

Yang Mo glanced at his hesitant little disciple, and smiled softly: "You know... I am a person who is very unwilling to bear the consequences;"

"In fact, five days ago, when I realized that I was no longer able to resist Vice President Feng's pressure, I was ready to ask for help from President Wang and Director Mu... I chose the lesser of two evils. This has nothing to do with face or grudges. You don't need to know the whole story. You just need to know that this is the choice with the least consequences. "

At this point, Yang Mo took out a cigarette and lit it, sighing with some complexity: "But the changes in the past five days have disrupted my plans to some extent, and also changed some of my ideas;"

"To put it simply, although I may still bow my head and ask for help from one side in the near future, due to the kindness of these villagers, whether I end up side with President Wang or Vice President Feng... the karma I will be involved in will be even greater... much greater than what I planned before!"

Looking at his confused little apprentice, Yang Mo said in a complicated tone, "You know what? Since I'm ready to bow my head, as the person in charge of the project, I should take immediate action and stop these fellow villagers from sending chickens... This way, I will be less involved in the cause and effect, and it will be more conducive to the subsequent commercial operations of the project."

"But I...didn't do that!"

Yang Mo flicked the ash gently, and his voice became distant: "It's not that I'm trying to fight back, nor do I think I still have a chance to fight back, but because... I suddenly want to see how many stupid and foolish men there are in our land of Qi and Lu... I also suddenly want to see how much warmth there is in this world."

After a few words of literary sentiment, Yang Mo curled up in his seat more lazily: "Now it seems that this world is not so disgusting after all;"

"So, even if I will have to bear more consequences in the future..."

"But this is the cause and effect... I am willing to bear it!"

Bai Mengmeng stared at her master in a daze. Although she didn't understand these confusing words at all, for some reason, seeing the determination with a hint of joy in Yang Mo's eyes, she felt an indescribable shock.

Although she was unable to withstand Vice President Feng's various tactics, it was not her fault; Yang Mo was actually a very capable person, Wang Yinuo knew this, Vice President Feng knew this, and she knew this too.

Even someone as ignorant as her could not help but feel deeply impressed by her master's ability to stir up trouble, no, to make big moves.

And now Yang Mo actually said that he was willing to bear a greater consequence...

Judging from Yang Mo's previous actions and attitude, she really couldn't imagine how serious this cause and effect would be.

Just when Bai Mengmeng felt a little dry in the mouth and mustered up the courage to find out what this so-called cause and effect was...

drop drop~
drop drop~
Suddenly, a series of messages came from the pager in my hand.

Bai Mengmeng looked down, and his expression gradually became strange.

"Master, Master... I think you can ask Qingfeng Food to stop the fellow villagers from sending chickens as gifts." The girl's tone was a little hazy and her mind was a little dazed.

"Huh?" Yang Mo looked at her in confusion, not understanding why the girl would say that.

After finally coming back to his senses from his trance, Bai Mengmeng swallowed his saliva, then trembled as he handed over the pager: "Today at noon, Vice President Feng suddenly called an emergency meeting; at the meeting... Vice President Feng revoked the ban on 817 broiler chickens and issued a formal document;"

At this point, Bai Mengmeng's face showed a look of joy and tears: "Master, Master, that is to say... the funds from the sale of those chicks will be unfrozen this afternoon, and the 817 broiler raw materials can continue to be used... From now on, Mo Mo Bai Zha will not be short of raw materials and funds!"

!!!

Yang Mo snatched the pager in disbelief and read the contents over and over again. It was not until the other party sent him the name and number of the file that he finally believed it was true.

but……

why?
Why does Vice President Feng do this?
Why did he suddenly let me go at this critical moment?
A hundred thousand question marks surged in Yang Mo's mind, and he was stunned again...

(End of this chapter)