National Beer

"Believe, believe, I believe," Qin Dong smiled, "I didn't want to..."

"What do you think, you just don't want people on top of your head!" Wu Geng picked up the textbook and tapped Qin Dong's arm. "Don't even think about it. You are only seventeen years old. Comrade brother, seventeen years old! How many pairs of eyes are staring at you!... At the age of seventeen, I will be the deputy director of the workshop. It will be fine in the future. In ten years, it will not be difficult to be a factory director..."

"Okay, then I will go to which workshop I go to, but I have one condition."

"Conditions, let's talk about it, let me talk to Lao Chen, what are the conditions? Would you really reach out for a time?" Wu Geng laughed angrily. He picked up the enamel tea mug on the table and took a few sips of "Gudong Gudong" He chewed the tea leaves in his mouth and swallowed.

"Then don't keep the workshop director, I'm alone, the director and deputy director have done it, and I can't get tired of doing more work!" Qin Dong looked up, looking upright and brave enough to sacrifice.

Wu Geng stopped talking, he smiled and looked at Qin Dong up and down, "Qin Dong, you treat Lao Tzu as a child? Are you still the number one in the workshop? You want to be beautiful! No!" He raised his arm, "This Conditions, the factory will not accept, honestly go to a workshop to work as your deputy director!"

"Okay, let me transfer Lu Xuguang," Qin Dong smiled again, "Daguang is also a talent! He also improved the mash pot."

"You are fooling the ghost," Wu Geng remembered that he was just talking. The food was cold. He picked up the cabbage and took a bite of steamed buns. "Dae Guang has no big place on his body except for his big head. He can improve saccharification. Pot?! Don’t think I didn’t see what you were gesturing by the side that day, you said to yourself, what else can he do besides brushing the bottle?"

"Where to sing the duo..." Qin Dong smiled and watched Wu Geng's "slurping" after eating vegetables and soup, took the thermos bottle and poured boiling water into his rice bowl.

At this time, the door was pushed open again from the outside.

"Manager Wu." The section chief of the Personnel Department pushed in, "It just so happens that Qin Ke is also there."

"Qin Ke?" Wu Geng was taken aback, and the boiling water scalded his hands, and the rice bowl in his hand fell to the ground.

"Qin Ke?" Qin Dong was also taken aback. In the room, he and Wu Geng were the two, and he was named Qin alone. When his hand was crooked, the boiling water fell on Wu Geng's.

"Look at it," Wu Geng smiled as he touched the hot red hand. "This kid wants to murder me." He turned and tore open Marlboro's packaging and threw a box of Marlboro to the head of personnel, "Lao Liu ,smokes."

The personnel section chief looked at the foreign language on it, "Foreign smoke, it must be a good smoke." He carefully put it in his pocket, "Mr. Wu, I am here to call Chief Qin to report."

"I'm in the department, not the workshop?" Wu Geng smiled with satisfaction. The position of the department is higher than that of the workshop. It seems that Chen Shifa really attaches great importance to Qin Dong. Now all departments in the factory can only enter after graduation from technical secondary school or technical school. Entering is the status of a cadre, "Which section to be the deputy chief?"

"Deputy section chief?" Old Liu was taken aback. He thought Chen Shifa passed Wu Genggou, but it didn't seem to be. "Not the deputy section chief, but the section chief."

"Section chief?!" Wu Geng looked at Qin Dong and suddenly laughed uncontrollably. "You kid, I really made you right. You are the section chief.

Qin Dong laughed too. In his previous life, from a worker to a boss, he had never served as a deputy, and he thought he was not a deputy.

"Then which subject, Lao Liu, you can make it clear." Wu Geng asked.

"Sales Department." Lao Liu accompanied a smiling face and drew a Marlboro from Wu Geng's cigarette case.

"Sales Department?"

This time, not only Wu Geng was surprised, but Qin Dong was also surprised.

"How come to the sales department?" Wu Geng's two thick eyebrows twisted together behind his glasses. "Old Chen really arranged Qin Dong to go to the sales department?" He asked again.With Qin Dong's technical ability, it should be the right way to go to the workshop or the technical department.

"I can't go wrong. Just now, Director Chen and Secretary Zhou both called me over." Lao Liu looked at the thin layer of fluff on Qin Dong's lips, and raised the notebook in his hand again, "It is to the sales department, Chen The factory manager requested to report in the afternoon and hand over."

"Sales Department," Wu Geng looked at Qin Dong with a smile, "Qin Da Section Chief, now as you wish, the sales section will take care of the billing and the collection of money, plus you, the section chief, with All the deputy section chiefs can go to Xitian to learn from them."

Qin Dong also laughed. The sales department is indeed the most leisurely position in the factory, but the power is not small, because in this era, beer is still a special product for unified purchase and sales. Going through the back door, looking for relationships, approving notes, and getting beer, all of this Go through the sales department in the factory.

"Then Chief Qin, I will ask you to approve notes in the future, but don't embarrass me." Chief Liu, who is almost 50 years old, took the initiative to call Qin Dong a brother, with a very good attitude.

"As long as you have a word." Qin Dong replied immediately.

"Okay, you hurried to the sales department that afternoon, Director Chen asked Director Wu to take you there, saying that you should do it first, and then make up the procedures later."

"Okay, I don't have any problem with cooking after cooking," Wu Geng laughed, "Congratulations, Chief Qin."

...

Within noon, Qin Dong's job as the sales section chief was like falling leaves in autumn, sweeping across every corner of Rongya Brewery.

Following word of mouth from the commuters, the 17-year-old young worker at Rongya Brewery became clear again in people's impressions.

"We are walking on the road, full of spirits and fighting spirit..."

The loud horn outside the window rang again, and Qin Dong looked at his new office with satisfaction. He had just finished handing over with the former section chief, and the other party's wife had returned the person he introduced.

The office is very simple, the telephone is sky-blue dial type, the fan is the seat-shaking head, and there are rows of red and black notebooks hanging on the wall, which record the monthly beer sales.

The 1980s was definitely the best time for state-owned employees' welfare.The reform of state-owned enterprises was given a certain degree of "enterprise self-management rights", and began to "break the iron rice bowl of employees", using bonuses to motivate employees to work.

If the sales department wants to get the bonus, they can only contribute to the 15% beer sales right in the factory.

"How broad is our path, how brilliant is our future,... move forward, move forward..."

Sitting on a wicker chair, Qin Dong took down the accounts of last month. In state-owned enterprises, the factory directors and secretaries were busy grasping management for efficiency. The spring breeze of reform and opening up made the factory full of enthusiasm from top to bottom. This is a hot era. , The new official took office, he couldn't help but let himself be popular.

"Section Chief Qin."

His only two subordinates knocked on the door and came in. The one who collected the money was a 40-year-old elder sister who was said to be a relative of which leader, but the one who was in charge of the invoice was the one who followed Sun Kuirong all day to eat free meals. With an expression of uncertainty on his face, he squinted at him unconvinced.

The phone on the desk rang.

"Hello, Director Chen?" Qin Dong looked at the invoice, and immediately put away the unrestrained expression on his face.

"Move over? Hurry up and get familiar with work. After work, go to night school, or go to the self-examination, take out your academic qualifications, and I will file it with the Personnel Bureau." On the phone, Chen Shifa Yin Yin ordered, "Follow me tomorrow Qin Beer went to have a look."

To Qin Beer tomorrow?What does it have to do with me, the sales chief?