Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1290 - 633 Golden Rice Bowl

"Keep thinking, keep thinking. If you can’t think of anything good, then we won’t send anything out!" Yan Fei was annoyed as everyone passed the buck back to him. Deciding benefits alone—it sounded too good to be true!

As soon as he said this, everyone had no choice but to continue brainstorming.

However, as they tossed ideas back and forth, they still couldn’t come up with anything worthwhile. No one lacked daily necessities, and everyone ate from the same pot. When it came to living standards, the community’s standard was even better than a well-off life.

"I have an idea. Do I get a reward for speaking up?" The one seeking benefits for suggestions was definitely Lin Haihu, who never regretted anything despite always getting beaten up.

"Let’s hear it. There are so many of us here, if the idea is good, there’ll definitely be a benefit," Yan Fei said.

"Watch TV. See what the ads are promoting, and just give out that," Lin Haihu suggested proudly.

This idea was great, and since they had turned the TV volume down for the meeting, upon hearing this suggestion, everyone started frantically searching for the remote to turn the volume back up.

"...the liquor is brewed purely from sorghum, tasty and won’t make you dizzy..." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Seeing that it was an advertisement for liquor, everyone immediately lost interest. Heizi exclaimed, "We can’t do this one. Who drinks that kind of liquor? If someone goes blind, who would they even complain to? Let’s wait for the next one..."

The next one was for a tonic. Hearing this, everyone was even less enthused, "Keep waiting, keep waiting. What tonic could be better than what we have at our facility? Haven’t you seen the leaders from the Capital taking our Medicinal Wine?"

"Exactly, if Brother Fei hadn’t planned on selling Medicinal Wine, what would they even do?"

...

So, they continued to wait for the next ad.

When the tonic ad ended, the TV screen showed chunks of red and white beef and clips of beef jerky falling from the machine as a voice announced, "Morning Glory Brand Beef Jerky, tasty and affordable, the best choice for New Year gifts!"

Everyone was startled, then Ma Chao said expressionlessly, "This is good. This is the main supported enterprise’s beef jerky, fed with pure natural feed, genuine beef, trustworthy product quality—it’s famous all over the country! We all know that, right?"

When someone who normally doesn’t joke suddenly makes a joke with a straight face, it’s especially hilarious. Following this, everyone started bursting into laughter holding their bowls—it was truly a moment of joy.

After the laughter, Lin Yumei suggested something quite sensible, "I noticed that factories in the county distribute common items like pots, pans, and ladles, all embossed with the factory’s name and noting the anniversary celebration. Our facility has been operating for three years now without us realizing. Should we do something similar?"

"That could work. It would enhance our collective sense of honor," Xiang Rui said with a smile. "Actually, whether we look at festivals or ordinary days to determine our distribution isn’t necessary. Everyday life shows how well we are doing. A symbolic gift would suffice."

"Exactly! Look at the chemical fertilizer factory—despite being a large factory and so-called ’iron rice bowl,’ what do they distribute for New Year? Just some oil and rice, not even worth two packs of our beef jerky!"

Speaking of the chemical fertilizer factory heated up the discussion even more, as everyone knew about Yan Fei’s parents working there. However, despite its outward prosperity, the fertilizer factory was full of hidden troubles.

Taking the commonly used carbon ammonium and urea for example, while urea was somewhat better due to its higher price, carbon ammonium was not doing well as its market price was just shy of twenty yuan.

A bag of carbon ammonium weighed a hundred catty, and the transportation cost alone was significant. To increase sales, the fertilizer factory sold carbon ammonium cheaper to external counties than in their own county, leading to widespread complaints locally, as many farmers near the borders went out to buy from other counties.

Despite this, it was said that the fertilizer factory still lost money. The real situation was unclear to most, but since carbon ammonium was the highest-selling fertilizer, if it continued to lose money, it was a mystery how the fertilizer factory made profits at all.

Nowadays the competition was indeed fierce. Every day, the television aired ads for compound fertilizers touting "America" and "Russia," scaring people with their prestigious branding. Farmers learned about the outside world through television, trusting the ads; if prices were similar, most would choose these advertised products without much thought.

But no one pondered that if these so-called imported products were indeed transported from abroad, considering today’s logistical conditions with toll stations nearly every hundred miles, the costs would be astronomical.

However, these concerns were not for Yan Fei to ponder. Listening as the conversation derailed towards overseas issues, Yan Fei cleared his throat, "Hmm, do we still want benefits? We’re talking about benefits!"

The crowd chuckled, and then Old Cheng spoke up, "Boss, just distribute anything casually; it’s the thought that counts. Times have changed; what iron rice bowl isn’t really iron rice bowl after all. Our own work here is much more reliable. Everyone knows how well we’re doing here; just give out something simple, who could complain?"

"Exactly, exactly!" This immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

Everyone was clear about the benefits issue; it was mostly these seasoned workers, those who had been in the facility the longest, who offered their opinions. Newcomers like Xiaohei, Zhang Dawa, Cui Zhangfei, and Hou Dayong knew they didn’t have much say in these discussions.

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