National Beer

The tiger and the dragon beat the past, turned upside down and generous.

"Old Chen, can you say something else? I've heard you read poems these days." Liang Yongsheng and Chen Shifa joked, "This is Qinhuai River, can't you say something else?"

He can understand Chen Shifa’s mood, in fact, the same is true for him. The brewery he built by himself is finally on the list of the beer one-stop plan. The funds and policies will follow, and the brewery can also usher in another big development. .

The current output of Rong Beer is increasing by 10,000 tons per year. He is confident that by next year, it will break through the 80,000 tons mark and become a true medium-sized brewery.

"Everyone walked around, and after an hour, they all gathered at the Confucius Temple." The leader of the province shouted. Today is a group outing for all the comrades at the meeting. A group of hundreds of people is very lively.

"Old He, take a picture of me and Xiao Qin."

In this team, Economic Commissioner He Yongsheng brought a seagull camera, Chen Shifa greeted Qin Dong, and the two stood side by side with serious faces.

During the day, the Qinhuai River does not seem to have the charm of the oars and lights. Later generations will travel ten miles of Qinhuai at night to watch the lights along the coast. There are also various snacks to feast on. At this time, it looks empty and shabby and there are not many tourists.

"Xiao Qin, have you been to Nanjing before?" Seeing Qin Dongyi feeling dispirited, Yi Jin raised the camera, "Stand up and laugh."

Click--

A photo is frozen on the film.

"Old Liu," Yi Jin greeted his colleagues in the provincial government, "give me and Xiao Qin a picture."

After leaving the solemn meeting occasion, her face became colorful. The autumn wind blew her trimmed hair, and the hair drifted across her face. The white cheeks were red in the white, adding some charmingness. breath.

She naturally stood beside Qin Dong, and the two of them were very close.

"Let's go and take a look over there." Yi Jin actively invited, "I invite you to taste Nanjing snacks."

Nanjing, in Qin Dong’s impression, there are indeed only snacks and no feasts. Nanjing in the Republic of China has indeed been the capital for a few days, but the storms and wars are endless. Where is the feast?

In a dilapidated small shop, a column of "Rui Li Night Talk" is playing on the radio. With a sentimental tone, the host is communicating with the audience...

"Xiao Qin, do you want to work in the provincial government?" Yi Jin didn't have a polite manner, and went straight to the subject.

"I don't want to." Qin Dong didn't make false claims, so he refused.

"Oh, why?" These few days, Qin Dong was enough to impress her, and she was not surprised to get this answer.

"Two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup." Qin Dong smiled, "Chief Yi, I am a worker, and I still want to make beer."

"But your skills and English are so good, you can be recommended to the university for further studies in the time hall. With a diploma, you can stand on a higher stage." Yi Jin has already reported his thoughts to the leader. The leader is very supportive.

After all, looking at the provincial government, talents who can do technology and understand English are rare.

"No, thank you for your kindness, I still like to stay in the factory," Qin Dong said with a smile, "I am a person with a loud voice and can't sit still, so I'm not suitable for working in an agency."

Working in an agency, from 9 to 5, can grind away the edges and corners of a person, and also grind away a person's ambition.

"That's it..." Yi Jin didn't persuade him anymore. Everyone had their own ambitions and couldn't force it. She took a sip of duck blood vermicelli soup, which was very delicious.

"Xiao Qin," Ma Zhaoguo and a few people broke in before the soup was finished. Yi Jin's beauty is shocking. Ma Zhaoguo couldn't help but look at it a few more times, "I got the cigarette. Give you."

Daqianmen cigarettes are produced in Shanghai and also produced in Nanjing. Ma Zhaoguo won four tin-wrapped Daqianmen out of thin air, very proud.

They ordered a few bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup, took out a cigarette, took out a lighter and lit it.

"Lao Ma, what is this?" Qin Dong's eyes lit up, and he took the lighter in Ma Zhaoguo's hand. The shape of the lighter was like a cigarette. The yellow filter on it was broken, and the flint can be ignited.

"Cigarette-style lighters, take them as you like," Ma Zhaoguo was very generous. "I bought them in the small shop in front, and it costs 80 cents."

Oh, eight cents, Qin Dong felt like a cigarette lighter!

"Let's go," a few big smoke guns were put together, and after a while the smoke in the shop was full of smoke, and Yi Jin had already stood up.

Qin Dong greeted Ma Zhaoguo and followed, still holding this cigarette lighter in his hand.

...

The schedule at noon was very tight. After lunch, hundreds of people stood in rows under the command of the staff and took a group photo.

In the previous life, Qin Dong's family also had many such photos, that is, those long black and white photos. The photos were full of people. Everyone couldn't even see what he looked like, only that the person in this position was himself.

After the group photo was taken, Qin Dong found the old elder sister of the Second Light Department of Jiangnan Province alone again. The list of participants, units, and contact information were the most important contacts after his rebirth.

"Two thousand?"

After taking the group photo, Qin Dong found the scalper who was hovering outside the door, and when he saw Qin Dong, a big customer, he ran over with a smile.

"Yes, it's this style of lighter. Give me two thousand." Qin Dong held the cigarette lighter and handed it ten yuan to the scalper. Such a lighter still uses flint, which is eight cents in the store. He believes that these magical scalpers can get cheaper prices.

At this time, trading is not too complicated, as long as you are well-informed and have a good source of goods, you can basically make money.Back to Qinwan, it is not a problem to sell one for two yuan.

Moreover, this kind of lighter is just like a normal cigarette, which is also in the way when placed on the train.

"Okay, I know where they got it," the scalper took the money with a grin, and said with a big bag. "The shop sells eight cents. I heard that it’s only fifty cents apiece. I will deliver the goods to you at night. Come."

The afternoon’s itinerary was to organize a visit to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. In his previous life, Qin Dong had been there many times. He had taken a leave of absence from Liang Yongsheng and was about to go out to buy something for his family.

Before coming, Qin Nan begged with his ears and asked his brother to bring himself some "good things" from Nanjing.

What is a good thing?

He bought a few salt water ducks, and bought two folding umbrellas. The actresses of this era, the photos on the calendars are all holding these folding umbrellas, they look very foreign.

In the afternoon, he wanted to go shopping in the Friendship Store, a thousand yuan foreign exchange coupons, and he wanted to bring something back to Du Yuan's family.

It's not that Qinwan doesn't have a friendship store, but it's not easy to go on a business trip. Bringing gifts for thousands of miles is a kind of courtesy.

There are many red "Fiats" parked in front of the Jinling Hotel, which is much better than that of vintage cars. Now, red taxis can be used as wedding cars.

"Friendship Store." Qin Dongla said when he opened the door. As soon as his words fell, the car door was opened again, "Master, please go to the Friendship Store."