Li Mancang, the accountant, held a pen in his hand, scribbling and calculating, "The grain hasn't been sold yet. Previously, the account spent some on parts for harvesters and threshers to join the cooperative, and now there's not much left, only one or two hundred bucks in total."
He added, "By the end of the year, the production team will definitely need to share dividends with the members. If the money doesn't come back by then, that's going to be a troublesome issue."
The team members rely on the year-end dividends to sustain their families. If there's no money, these production team cadres are as good as done, and they might even get criticized.
Xu Qinghuan said, "Captain, I have a solution."
Everyone turned to look at her.
"I have money on hand, I can put up ten thousand yuan, but I can't lend it directly to the production team."
Li Mancang was so shocked that he dropped his pen, drool hanging long from his mouth, forgetting to pull it back.
