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Chapter 68: Building Bigger?

Sang Bai walked out of the cement yard with a silence.

Now Sang Bo finally understands why these small state-owned enterprises with little technical content cannot beat private enterprises.

There are only a few hundred people in this small cement factory. Now the cement produced is full of the warehouse. The workers work and work, one-third of them work and one-third of them brag coins. A batch of cement has not been transported out for several months. However, these people are still not worried about anything. They are drunk and dreaming all day long to get their wages.

Just half an hour ago, Sangbai nodded and bowed, and he looked at someone and greeted people. However, they all had eyes and foreheads. When they heard that they wanted to buy cement, they either beat them or asked for instructions. Finally, they met a leader. They said, "What do you want to do if you buy cement alone?"

What do you want to do when buying cement? I am planning to build a bunker. This is what I mean by buying cement, which is naturally a house!

After leaving the gate of the cement factory, Sangbai rode his bicycle to the station and found a place where no one was at the station. Sangbai hid his bicycle in the space, and walked to the station window to buy tickets and return to the county town.

Because of the steel and cement matter, Sangbai has been running for almost a month, and has gone to three cement farms and two material companies in counties and cities near the county town. They don’t like Sangbai at all.

Buy it with cash? We are a state-owned unit, and you can see how many bad money you are?

This was the original words that Sang Bai heard. A small director of a material company put his hands on his waist and showed his nostrils like two sewers.

To be honest, from last year to this era, Sangbai's first spring breeze that was so eager for reform came here. He even wanted to restructure it quickly so that these bastards with nostrils could learn about it. After being laid off, they were riding a tricycle outside in the wind and snow, and they felt like they covered their faces when they saw an acquaintance.

Of course, Sang Bo was just heartbroken at this moment and couldn't change anything at all.

He got into the car and returned to the county town, pulled out the bicycle from the space, and Sang Bai went to see his prospective wife.

When Xia Yanqiu saw Sang Bai, who was dejected, he knew that today's matter was not going well, so he comforted him: "Forget it, take it slowly, my parents are also helping to find someone to see if the relatives at home have any connections to buy these things."

Sang Bai squeezed a little smile from his face: "It's not that there are these things, if there are no such things, it will have to be built according to the ancient method."

"Then is the ancient method?" Xia Yanqiu said.

Sangbai replied: "It's even more troublesome, and it's so scary."

Sang Bai dares not do this. It’s not that I can’t afford it, but that it’s too scary. Now the people of the whole country are in a state of malnutrition. You actually use glutinous rice paste to build a house. Once someone wants to exaggerate it, they may be able to drag Sang Bai to eat a gun.

When I was wearing this era, Sanbai was preparing to live a peaceful life, not to come and eat guns.

After Xia Yanqiu asked, she realized what her lover was worried about. She also knew that this matter could not be done. Besides, filling the tile with glutinous rice is too scary. Only when it comes to doing big projects in ancient times can this be done.

"Or it's just the local mud?"

Because the couple has discussed this matter many times these days, Xia Yanqiu still has some understanding of architecture.

Just as Sang Bai was about to say something, suddenly Ma Xiaoyan came over.

"Sister Yanqiu, Brother Yanqiu, what are you talking about?"

Sang Bai turned his head when he heard this, and suddenly saw the person standing next to Ma Xiaoyan. He was stunned for a moment. The man saw Sang Bai's face turned pale.

The person standing next to Ma Xiaoyan was either someone else, or the guy who blocked Sang Bai in the alley last time and held a military sect in his hand.

"Hey, hello?"

Sang Bai greeted him with a smile.

Ma Xiaoyan asked strangely: "You two know each other?"

Sang Bai shook his head: "I don't know you, but I look familiar."

"Oh, let me introduce it. This is my cousin Ma Xiaoming, brother, this is Sister Yan Qiu's lover Sang Bo, who is about the same age as you." Ma Xiaoyan introduced it to the two.

When Ma Xiaoming saw Sang Bai, he was stunned for a moment, and then the expression on his face became wonderful. I don’t know if it was resentment or fear, or both.

"What are you talking about? I have been hiding in this corner for so long," asked Ma Xiaoyan.

Ma Xiaoyan is a bit careless. In today's terms, she is a silly sister. She doesn't speak in her mind, but she is a good-hearted person and treats people sincerely and enthusiastically.

Among all Xia Yanqiu's colleagues, Sang Bai's favorite is Ma Xiaoyan, because she doesn't have to think about it when getting along with such a person, and it feels very comfortable.

There is nothing to hide about this matter, and he said directly: "Sangbai is preparing to build a house. He found several cement factories but did not buy cement. When he heard that he bought it privately, he would not sell it..."

Who knew that after hearing this, Ma Xiaoyan said, "Why, why did I think it's wrong? My brother works in a county's material company. It's not easy to get a few bags of cement."

Hearing Ma Xiaoyan say this, Sang Bai couldn't help but look at Ma Xiaoming curiously, thinking to himself: Even such a gangster has a unit?

Ma Xiaoming is a socially resident, and it is not a fool to be able to gain a little fame. When he saw Sang Bai's gaze, he knew what this person was thinking about.

I didn't want to answer, but suddenly I didn't know what it was. I might be a little dissatisfied and said, "I can't take my dad's job."

"Okay, who said no?" Sang Bo smiled.

Then Sangbai opened his mouth and said, "I want a batch of cement."

"No, this matter..."

Sangbai said: "I'll give you a pack of this number, I want so many packs."

He stretched out his hand and flipped it twice, and Sang Bai looked at Ma Xiaoming.

Ma Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this, because once the business was completed, he would be able to buy a black and white TV for his family.

"This price..."

When Sang Bo saw it, he immediately said, "It's okay, since you are inconvenient, let's go."

Sangbai is running around but doesn't want to go to the black market to get these things. The main reason is that the price is too expensive and it is too black. A pack of cement is sold directly to the factory price five times. Do you think cement is expensive? Then you didn't hear them quote the price of steel bars. Good guy, that's a fatal thing.

Ma Xiaoming was a little stunned when he heard this, but he soon returned to peace.

Ma Xiaoyan said, "Brother, just help Brother Sangbai. I have eaten many meals from him, brother~!"

It was very good for me to see this cousin, and Ma Xiao obviously loved this cousin very much.

"It's not that I'm helping this, but you don't understand the tricks here. You can't get the price and the book. I want to find a leader to use cement, because it's personal and has to lose money. In this way, the warehouse management will have some benefits..."

What a good guy! Sang Bai knew that it was not the first time Ma Xiaoming did this, otherwise he would not be so familiar with the way.

Sang Bai didn't know that Ma Xiaoming could do it, but Ma Xiaoming couldn't do the amount he wanted. The reason why he said it was so smooth was because the leader took action. He followed him to do cool labor several times and knew how to operate it.

Ma Xiaoming said this, but it was not for her cousin, but for Sang Bai. That means it was troublesome and you had to pay more money to complete it.

Ma Xiaoming didn't know what the price was on the black market. He would rather buy it in the black market than add money.

After talking for a while, Sangbai rode his bicycle back to the village.

Sang Bai kept thinking about this along the way. When he arrived at the village's green brick kiln, Sang Bai didn't make up his mind.

When we arrived at the kiln, it happened that bricks were released today. Sang Bai stretched out his head and waited with everyone for the blue bricks to come out of the kiln.

"Mr. Sang, this is your last kiln, right?"

Chen Xianfu looked at Sang Bai with a smile.

Sangbai nodded: "Yes, there are bricks, and tiles are not a big problem, but the cement and steel bars are not easy to work with."

Chen Xiangui smiled and said, "Mr. Sang, you are just a person who is educated. You can just use the three-mix mud directly. The house you built will still last for decades."

"Can this thing work? I'm going to build two layers," said Sang Bo.

"I don't know the two floors, but are you building two-story small foreign building now?" Chen Xiangui blinked his eyes and even forgot to suck the cigarette beside his mouth.

Chen Xianfu said: "If you build two layers, it's better to just build them in a larger way!"

This sentence immediately woke up the dreamer. Sang Bai found that he seemed to have been stuck in the horns. His original small courtyard was so big, but the villagers did not say that they would not allow him to expand to the surrounding area. Since he could expand to the four sides, does it necessary to build two layers? Taking up more space. Is this because I am afraid that the village will suffer or why?

"Yes! Why am I so stubborn? The village didn't say that I wouldn't let it be too big!"

Sang Bai patted his thigh.

"Even if it is bigger, how big can you cover it?" Chen Xianfu said with a smile.

"Is it okay to have two and a half big now?" Sang Bai asked with a smile.

There are not only a few people here now, but almost all the old and young men in the village are here.

"If you are happy, just build it, but don't get lost in your own home then," someone said with a laugh.

The matter was temporarily resolved, and Sang Bo's mood improved.

"It's time to open the kiln!"

With Lu Qingju's shout, several strong young men went over and pulled out the huge hollow bricks that were originally blocked by the kiln with hooks.

Soon the kiln was exposed, and the kiln was neatly tidied with green bricks.

Wearing labor protection gloves, Lu Qingju took out a brick from it, and a thud sound appeared under the light knock. Then he knocked hard on the kiln wall next to him, but it didn't break it at once. So he knocked the green piece twice and broke into two pieces.

"It's done!"
Chapter completed!
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