"Mr. Qian, did you bring your oil ticket? Sunflower oil isn't something you come across often."
"I brought it, fifteen pounds of it."
"I doubt they'll sell you that much at once. You and Secretary Fang should give it a try."
A quarter of an hour later, both men returned, each carrying a container of oil.
"Not bad, we got it all. This oil won't spoil," Jiang Xinyu said with a smile.
"I'll give you five pounds. You help me make chili oil. I don't need all of it back, just give me half after you make it."
"Alright, such a good deal, I won't stand on ceremony. Tomorrow I'll ask Secretary She for a way to get some sesame seeds.
I'll give Secretary Song and Secretary Fang each a jar."
Song Qingqing laughed, "I'll bring the chili over to you."
Fang Xiangxue also thanked her with a smile.
Qian Jun appreciated Jiang Xinyu's way of unconsciously handling things thoroughly. People around her spoke highly of her; she wasn't someone who took advantage. People like her could go far.
