"We are doing foreign trade, making dollars for the country, and giving out a few extra mooncakes."

"Yes, yes, we are making dollars for the country."

People in bamboo weaving factories all know the US dollar themselves. Americans make money from bamboo weaving to make US dollars and support the modernization of the country. This is something that is often promoted and everyone knows.

"What are you shouting, what do you think you are blocking the door?"

When Han Fu came, he yelled dissatisfied. "I forgot the rules and regulations."

"Qiuju, please organize it."

South Korea is full of momentum, and Li Dong secretly shows his thumbs up. Uncle Guofu is becoming more and more like a factory manager. "Dongzi, you come and hand in the mooncakes later."

"yes."

“Everyone is lined up.”

"Twitter, who will be messy when you look back? I'm not merciless. I should be deducted salary and pay, and fines should be fined." Han Fu said this, and everyone shrank their heads together. At the beginning, everyone was talking about it.

But after really picking a few people, everyone dared not act rashly. Someone asked someone to mutter some small words in his heart. But no, the bamboo weaving factory built a Hanzhuang, and the Korean rich man said it the same thing, no one would plead for this matter.

Li Dong had to admire Uncle Guofu. This wave of killing chickens to scare the monkey was so good.

"Weiguo, Weidong, carry it in."

"What is this?"

"moon cake."

"moon cake?"

What a good guy, who has ever seen such a beautiful box, the paintings on it are so beautiful, much better than the mooncakes in the supply and marketing cooperative. The supply and marketing cooperative has at most a layer of paper. "This is what foreign businessmen have made for us, and they are all available in big cities. Ordinary citizens in Shanghai and Nanjing may not be able to eat them."

"Really, that's not the cadre mooncake?"

"So you can say that."
Chapter completed!