1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

Chapter 335: Green Little Apple

In the director's office, three people sat there with their heads down and no words. They were Director Song, Political Commissar Yang, and Director Liu.

Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. What they are worried about is that the benefits given to everyone have not been distributed yet because they cannot get the things.

The research institute is a place that burns money. Their supplies are all allocated from above. In previous years, they had some money, but this year they have nothing at all.

They also knew where the problem lay. The Type 64 tank had already started mass production, which meant they had to burn a lot of money into it.

The General Logistics Department was short of money to begin with, and with the Type 64 tank being a money-eating beast, you can imagine what the situation was like.

But they had no way to explain to the scientific researchers who had worked hard for a year, so they had to think of a solution themselves.

At that time, the art troupe not only performed within the army, but also often performed in local units. However, since they were a confidential unit, they did not have this benefit.

Everyone's spiritual life has been greatly affected, so we should at least do something practical to make everyone happy as a benefit.

"Old Liu! Everyone has worked hard for a whole year. You can't ask me to make two snowflakes as a New Year's gift for everyone, right?" Director Song said with a deep sigh.

To be honest, he doesn't want to be the director anymore. He would rather send him to the grassroots level and let him be an ordinary worker. At least he doesn't have to worry so much!

Look at his poor head, his forehead is getting brighter and brighter, and his hair is getting thinner and thinner. When he walks with his wife, the difference is immediately apparent.

"I've thought of all the possible solutions, but there's nothing I can do!" Director Liu said helplessly, spreading his hands. He really wanted to take off his hat because he was also starting to go bald.

If he had known earlier, he would not have been the logistics director. Wouldn't it be better to be an ordinary security guard?

He wasn't lying, he'd taken advantage of every opportunity. It would have been better in normal times, but now that the Lunar New Year is approaching and supplies are in short supply everywhere, he'd definitely be focusing on his own unit.

To be honest, during the New Year holidays, everyone hates being remembered by their old comrades.

For example, he remembered all his old comrades, but all his old comrades hated him for remembering them.

"Old Yang, what do you say?" Director Song asked Political Commissar Yang. Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. He just didn't believe that if three people got together, they couldn't come up with a solution.

Political Commissar Yang first sighed deeply, then took out a handful of tickets from his pocket and placed them on the desk. These were all the tickets he had.

Before, he wanted to make a new coat for himself, but then he thought better of it, thinking that he could wear it for another three years after mending it up.

"Old Yang, I'm asking you to make a decision. I'm not asking you to take out your own tickets. The tickets you have are not enough to fill your teeth. And the cotton inside this jacket you are wearing is all lumpy. You should get yourself another one later!" Director Song said helplessly.

Old Yang is a good person in every way except that he doesn't like to talk. Other people's political commissars are chatterboxes, but when it comes to his political commissar, he is like a pouting gourd.

Then his eyes fell on the patched cotton jacket. If he remembered correctly, there were still three patches on Lao Yang's cotton jacket in 59.

But now there are several more, it's so pitiful, which political commissar's family is like his?

"Don't ask me about this, I have no idea." Political Commissar Yang carefully put the ticket back into his pocket. Forget it, this is all his belongings, and he doesn't want to give it away!

"Old Liu, how about you ask the canteen to prepare some braised pork tomorrow, as a New Year's benefit for everyone." Director Song had no choice but to lower his request again and again.

"We don't have braised pork, at most pork stewed with cabbage," said Director Liu.

"Is that pork stewed with cabbage? There are only a few slices of meat in a big pot of cabbage, and each slice of meat is thinner than paper. You have the nerve to say that, but I am embarrassed to listen." Director Song said with a face full of condemnation.

"I'll tell the chef later that you praise his cooking skills." Director Liu continued to play dumb.

Director Song: ...

Director Song's eyes were always on Director Liu. He always felt that Director Liu was a little abnormal today.

If it were any other day, the other party would have been angry with him if he said that, but today he actually chose to act like a rogue with him. This is obviously not his style. It seems something is going on.

"Tell me, no matter what you bring back, even if it's just a needle for each person, I won't think it's too little." While Director Song was speaking, he was always observing the other person's expression.

Sure enough, as he expected, Old Liu raised his eyebrows.

"Three thousand kilograms of fruit," Director Liu's eyes flickered as he spoke calmly. It seemed like a lot, but in reality, each person didn't get much.

Director Song and Political Commissar Yang felt a pang in their hearts at the same time. The tone was too calm, giving them a bad feeling.

"Is it an apple or a pear?" Director Song asked anxiously. Political Commissar Yang also looked at Director Liu eagerly. As long as it was not a sour orange, it would be fine even if the fruit was small.

Soon they wanted to slap themselves to death. What were they talking about?

"Apple." Director Liu said again in a calm tone, and his words made the two people feel relieved.

Director Song secretly looked at Director Liu. He always felt that something was wrong, mainly because he was too calm.

Lao Liu is a man who likes to show off. He is the kind of person who must make a noise and let people know that he has two coins in his pocket. Why is he so low-key today?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He had a frightening feeling. When he looked at Lao Yang, he saw the latter looking at him with a serious expression.

Then they thought they were worrying too much, because Lao Liu was a very shrewd man. He was the kind of person who would fish out the money even if the water had to be drained out, even if a penny dropped into the pond.

Such a person would never throw money into the water.

When they followed Lao Liu to the logistics department and saw the baskets of green apples, they wished two thunderbolts would fall from the sky and strike them hard on the top of their heads.

Wow, it’s not even as good as a sour orange. This little apple is too small!

Director Song seemed unwilling to give up. Maybe they had misunderstood Old Liu. What if the little apple tasted good?