Qiao Qingyu's eyes curved slightly, and as expected, Vice Director Qian was very interested in thousand silk hemp.
It had to be said that he was also a pragmatic grassroots leader.
Otherwise, no matter how good something was, it would still be useless.
Since it was a discussion of official business, the noisy market was not appropriate.
Luckily, the market was originally set up on the vacant land of the supply and marketing cooperative, and right across from it was the office of the commune.
The man driving the cart didn't recognize Vice Director Qian, but he knew Fang Xiaomei, who specialized in drafting letters of introduction for people going out on business.
Thus, the enthusiastic driver took Qiao Qingyu's purchases to the courtyard of the commune.
Of course, the horse-drawn carriage could not be hired permanently.
The three of them walked towards the office of Vice Director Qian.
