Jiang's mother cried and screamed in the Hu family, demanding that Hu Jianjun compensate her son.

When Hu Jianjun heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said: No problem!

I heard that brother Zhiguo followed that cart driver to the new province to transport raisins. I will buy you a train ticket to the new province tomorrow. You should go and find your son as soon as possible!

Jiang’s mother: ???

What the hell?

Aren't you supposed to help me find my son?

Although Jiang's mother is usually a bully at home, in fact, she has never even been to the provincial capital, let alone the new province thousands of miles away.

But Jiang Zhiguo went out to drive the sports car with others voluntarily, and he was not sold to human traffickers by Hu Jianjun. So Hu Jianjun should not be asked to help their family find someone.

Mother Jiang was so angry that her chest hurt.

She herself did not dare to go to the new province.

The old man is too old to go.

Should I let my daughter-in-law go?

That’s even worse!

She is a young wife. What if she gets kidnapped by human traffickers when she goes out to find someone?

Before Jiang's mother could come up with a result, Grandma Hu said that she was alone in the workshop and had no one to talk to. She wanted Jiang's mother-in-law to come over and work with her. She transferred another person from the workshop to take over Jiang's mother's job.

Now, Jiang's mother had no time to worry about her son.

She even thought that if she could get the secret recipe of making rice dumplings from Grandma Hu, she could open a workshop at home and let her son come back to be the boss. Would her son give up his job as a boss and insist on being an apprentice?

Jiang's mother went there happily.

When they arrived at the rice dumpling workshop, Grandma Hu dragged them away to collect the debt.

Do you really think that doing business on this provincial road is so easy? Is everything going to be fine just by having a recipe?

Dream on!

Just having to find someone to settle the bill every month is enough to drive people crazy.

Doing wholesale business is not like selling rice dumplings at a stall before.

They set up stalls to sell the dumplings, paying with one hand and handing over the dumplings with the other. Passengers passing by get off the bus to buy the dumplings. It is a one-time transaction and basically no one owes money.

But it is different for wholesale. Many people who open shops and do business will take the goods first, record the payment in the account, and then settle the payment together at the end of the month.

For those who are more conscientious, at the end of the month, when Hu Jianjun went to deliver the goods, the boss would settle the payment for that month himself.

If you encounter those shameless people who like to delay paying their debts, you have to go to their homes one by one to collect the debt.

There are really all kinds of people here!

Some of the merchants' rice dumplings were obviously selling very well, and they needed another batch of goods every few days. When Grandma Hu went to collect the money, they all complained bitterly, saying that they couldn't make any money from selling their rice dumplings.

Some of them seem to have plenty of money, but they are simply reluctant to spend the money they have earned.

Even though the money should have belonged to Grandma Hu, they wanted to delay it for another two months.

If for no other reason, it seems that if the settlement is delayed by two months, the money will stay with them for a longer time, or even better, they can simply default on the debt.

For several days in a row, Granny Hu picked out these difficult customers and brought Jiang's mother to collect debts, making Jiang's mother miserable!

How could she know that being a boss would involve such hardships?

As a boss, shouldn't he hire a bunch of people to work for him while he just sits in the store and waits to be paid?

Grandma Hu just laughed at that time.

"My dear sister, this business is really hard to do!"

"People outside say that our zongzi workshop is making a lot of money. Let me tell you from the bottom of my heart, our workshop is only good for appearance."

"I have to wait until the end of the month to collect the money I get from selling rice dumplings. I sometimes even encounter shameless people who refuse to pay me back."

"But the rice, flour, grain, oil, pork and other things in the store all require us to pay for them. If you don't have money, who will give you credit for a month in a row? Don't you think so?"

Jiang's mother was not convinced: "If others can delay your payment, why can't you delay others' payment as well?"

When Grandma Hu heard this, she immediately grasped Mother Jiang's hands and looked at her gratefully.

"I knew that my mother-in-law is the most capable!"

"Then I'll leave this matter to you. Tomorrow I'll take you to find a grain and oil shop, as well as the slaughterhouse where we often buy meat. Mother-in-law, please help me talk to them."

"If we can get them to agree to give us credit for the goods, you will be our family's great benefactor!"

Jiang's mother's expression changed immediately and her tone became hesitant.

"Slaughterhouse? Their director is a big boss, right? Would he be willing to talk to us?"

Grandma Hu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Let alone sit down and negotiate on credit, the slaughterhouse is a state-owned unit. When we go to buy meat, we can't even see the manager, let alone the factory director."

"Don't even think about buying on credit. Sometimes when pork is in short supply, my Jianjun may not be able to buy meat even if he comes to our house with money."

Jiang's mother almost jumped up: "Then why do you want me to talk?"

Grandma Hu grabbed Jiang's mother and kept flattering her:

"Mother-in-law, I think you are very eloquent. You can definitely convince the director of the slaughterhouse to sell pork to our family on credit."

"By the way, there's also the grain and oil store in town. You said that my family has to buy so much rice, flour, grain and oil from them every month, but the boss doesn't give us a discount and they often run out of stock. What do you think? What can we do about this?"

What to do?

If I knew how to do it, I could be a boss too.

Mother Jiang was so angry with Granny Hu that she simply couldn't stand staying in the workshop anymore.

Ever since she boasted in front of Grandma Hu that she wanted the slaughterhouse and the grain and oil store to give the workshop credit, Grandma Hu seemed to have identified her and would call her back whenever she saw her.

Then they started crying poor and begging for mercy, saying that the workshop was under too much pressure to pay for goods and was unable to make ends meet. Although the profits on the books were considerable, the actual profits collected each month were not enough to buy raw materials.

There was really no other way, so she could only ask her mother-in-law to help her and ask the slaughterhouse and the grain and oil store for help...

This rice dumpling workshop is not mine, why should I go to the slaughterhouse and grain and oil store for help?

Mother Jiang wanted to escape, but Grandma Hu seemed to have installed a tracker on her. No matter where she hid, Grandma Hu could quickly dig her out of the corner.

Then she started to play the victim and cry, saying that she went to the slaughterhouse to give gifts but couldn't deliver them because the people there wouldn't accept them. She wanted Jiang's mother to help her, so she took the gifts to the factory director's door and blocked him.

"As long as we can give this gift away, the factory director can give us a note so that we can buy more meat in the future." Grandma Hu grabbed Jiang's mother's hand tightly and begged.

Mother Jiang: “…”

She has never even dealt with the village chief, so how could she be asked to deal with the factory director?

No! She couldn't stay in this rice dumpling workshop for another day.

While Grandma Hu went to the town supply and marketing cooperative to buy gifts, Jiang's mother ran back to her daughter's house, rolled up her bag, and without even waiting for the bus, she walked home by herself on her two short legs!