The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

After receiving some knowledge and listening to the teachings of his idol, Mo Bin slipped away like a student. It would be best if he didn't come to this place as often as possible.

He drove straight to the steel mill. The things he wanted were shipped directly from Tianjin to the steel mill's freight yard by a special freight train.

Poor Iron Boss, he also went through a round of pain in producing spare parts. Things are different now. They are no longer the passionate days of steel production!

Call Director Yang and Deputy Director Li. The fewer people who know about his affairs, the better. Although he can no longer keep a low profile, everyone in the leadership knows the reputation of Deputy Director Mo!

"Old Li, has my freight train arrived at our factory?" Mo Bin asked Li Huairen.

"Yes, Director Yang and I are very anxious. Without your instructions, we dare not deal with it!" Li Huairen replied quickly. He was now a little in awe of Mo Bin.

"Lao Yang, Lao Li, this is... forget it, you'd better not know about it. Remember the principle of confidentiality. I will keep one third of all the things for our factory, and I will not accept transfers from higher-level units, let alone outside units. If you push any problems onto me, I may not be able to come back before the New Year. You better take your time and don't spend all of it at once!" Mo Bin said to the two of them.

"Deputy Director Mo, please rest assured. Lao Li and I will definitely withstand the pressure and make good use of this batch of materials. What do you think we should do with the payment?" Director Yang said excitedly. These are more than 300 tons of fine grains. With Mo Bin as the steel plate supporting them from behind, there will be no problem eating them until next spring. They must be supplemented with coarse grains!

"We still need cash. It's okay to hold off for two days. Please store the remaining supplies in our warehouse and strengthen management. No one is allowed to touch a grain of food without my consent." Mo Bin certainly couldn't let them transfer the money, and it was even more impossible for him to not ask for money.

In addition to the steel rolling mill, his first stop was Beijing Cotton No. 1 Mill to find Wang Qiu Sheng. It’s not that he and Wang Qiu Sheng have the best relationship, but among the more than 3,000 workers here, there are more than 2,000 female workers, representing more than 2,000 families. This is a food problem for tens of thousands of people, not to mention that there are many women of childbearing age among them, so he would like to help as much as possible.

"What the hell are you talking about? Don't lie to me! Old Li is not a good-tempered person. He has been stubborn several times!" Wang Qiu Sheng thought he had heard wrongly. One hundred tons of grain? Two hundred thousand catties? Can't each worker get sixty or seventy catties? Even sweet potatoes are fine!

"When have I ever lied to you? I wouldn't dare to lie to you about something like this, right? You don't want me to give it to Shi Daya and the others, but that's a bottomless abyss!" Mo Bin was so angry that he wanted to kick him to death.

"Wait for me!" Wang Qiu Sheng turned around and ran. What time is it? This kid shouldn't joke about such a thing!

Li Changjie ran all the way here, and his thin body burst out with huge energy. The two men behind him couldn't catch up with him.

"Deputy Mo...Mo...Mo Bin! Is what Lao Wang said...is it true?" Li Changjie ran out of breath and stared at Mo Bin at the door like a fish that had come ashore.

"Old Li, don't be anxious. Sit down and drink some water. I have something important to tell you." Mo Bin waved at him, telling him to wait until he had recovered to avoid suffocating.

"Is this true? Food is the most important thing now!" Li Changjie came over and grabbed Mo Bin's clothes and asked.

"Sit down and talk! I have prepared a hundred tons of food for you, and... Old Li, calm down!" Before Mo Bin finished speaking, Li Changjie grabbed his clothes again and stood up, with the buttons almost torn off.

"Why should I stay calm! Where is the food? Lao Wang... Wang Qiu Sheng, come here, gather the security department immediately, and the convoy will be on standby!" Li Changjie turned his head and shouted loudly.

"If you don't calm down, there won't be any food left!" Mo Bin threatened him with a cold face.

Li Changjie was stunned for two seconds, then he let go of Mo Bin's clothes. He suddenly raised his hand, slapped himself in the face, and sat down on the sofa. "Okay, go ahead!"

Mo Bin was dumbfounded. What the hell is wrong with him? Fortunately, his two men were watching at the door, otherwise they would have misunderstood that I beat up their factory director!

"You two come in and sit down, and close the door. I got you a hundred tons of food, half of which is wheat, ten tons of rice, forty tons of corn, and some pork, big fish, beef and mutton, canned food, and some milk powder. Give me a total of 250,000." Mo Bin said to them. He really gave a preferential price, which would be at least 400,000 if it was put on the black market.

"Fuck! You kid... Forget it, I won't ask, where is the food? When can you give it to us?" Wang Qiu Sheng stood up and decided not to ask the source to avoid breaking taboos.

"You're smart! The things are all in the steel rolling mill's cargo yard. I'll write you a note and make a phone call. You can bring your own fleet and porters to load the goods!" Mo Bin took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a note.

"You two Old Wangs, go in person and gather all our loaders, militia battalion, security department, and convoy." Li Changjie stood up and gave the order, but his right cheek was red. He hit himself hard enough!

"Old Li, don't go. I have something to tell you. Call the directors of Factory 2 and Factory 3 over here now. You have to be the one with the final say. If you don't have the final say, don't come." Mo Bin's target was not just Beijing Cotton Factory 1. The largest one was actually Factory 2, with a staff of six to seven thousand.

"Why give them anything? We can eat them all!" Logistics Director Wang Qun was anxious. Factory 2 and Factory 3 are sister units and also competitors.

"Shut up! What's the situation like now? There are tens of thousands of workers, representing tens of thousands of families. We have to get through this difficult time together. One hundred tons is enough for us to last until the beginning of next spring. Put aside your little thoughts!" Li Changjie was furious and glared at his men and scolded them.

Mo Bin nodded. This was the vision of a leader. No wonder he could be the top leader. Each person was given 70 kilograms of fine grain, as well as meat and milk powder for nutritional supplements, but Wang Qun was reluctant to give them to other units. His vision was really not good enough and his pattern was too narrow. It was good enough for him to keep his position as logistics director, let alone get promoted!

“Director, Deputy Director Mo, I…” Wang Qun also realized that he was wrong and wanted to force himself to explain, but was interrupted by Li Changjie with a wave of his hand.

"Don't explain! You and Wang Qiu Sheng go and organize people to transport grain immediately. If there is any mistake, you can't do it!" Li Changjie said with a cold face. It was embarrassing for him to have such subordinates!

"Let me make a call first." Mo Bin was too lazy to get involved in other people's internal affairs, so he got up and called Li Huairen.

Li Changjie and I had just smoked a cigarette when we heard a harsh brake sound at the door. A Huhai brand car stopped at the door. "Lao Li, Lao Li, is what you said true? Is this Deputy Director Mo? Hello, hello, I am Ma Kangjian, the director of Beijing Cotton No. 2 Factory."

"Hello, Director Ma, I'm Mo Bin. Let's sit down and talk." Mo Bin smiled and shook his hand, motioning him to sit down and talk.

"Deputy Director Mo, your name is well-known, and I have always wanted to find a chance to meet you. Today is such a coincidence. I wonder if the one hundred tons of grain that Lao Li mentioned..." Ma Kangjian was so anxious that his nose was sweating. How could he be in the mood to sit down and drink tea!

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Wait a moment, Director of the Third Factory. I don't want to explain to you halfway and have to start from the beginning. Look, isn't it coming?" Mo Bin smiled and pointed outside the door. A similar car stopped at the door.

The director of the third factory is Liu Dongxuan, a native of Northeast China. He is the tallest and youngest of the three and looks to be less than 40 years old.

"I got a batch of supplies from the Port of Tianjin and allocated 100 tons to Factory One... The same conditions apply, but Factory Two has 200 more people, and Factory Three is the same as Factory One. Do you two have any objections?" Mo Bin told everyone in one breath. The prices were all similar, and he also doubled the supply to Factory Two, which had the most workers. Of course, the price was only 500,000.