National Beer

"Wow-wow -"

The waves outside the window kept beating against the reef, splashing a few feet high of white and crystal water, the water retreated, and scattered into many small white foam.

The warm afternoon sun sprinkled lazily on the land of Qinwan, the bus wearing braids slowly approached the station, and three young men with military green shoulder bags jumped off the bus in one step.

When the bus dangled its braids and went away again, the legendary red building flashed in front of you. These are two typical European architectural style red buildings. Although the walls are almost covered by the bare rattan of the creeper, it can still be clearly seen. See the traces of the years between the red brick, wood and stone.

"Brother Dong, shall we not go in?" Du Xiaoshu looked at Qin Dong. It was cold. Qin Dong was wearing a corduroy jacket with a shiny pen in his jacket pocket.

"You are just outside the factory, waiting at the gate. If a foreigner comes out, you will sell it. Remember, foreigners only charge U.S. dollars." Qin Dong raised his leg and walked forward, instructing.

For half a day yesterday afternoon, Du Xiaoshu and Zhong Xiaoyong took a group of children and sold more than 200 cigarette lighters in Mosque Street.

The people in Ink Street had been eyeing these children a long time ago, but Du Xiaoshu and others were very busy, so they didn't say where they bought the goods.

Qin Dong knew that the shrewd habits of the Chongmok Street gang could not hide the source of the goods for a few days, and he would not sell it when everyone else bought it.

Taking advantage of the shortage of goods in his hand these days, last night, he called the scalper in Nanjing again. The call was answered by Aunt Liu at Hutongkou. After calling several times, he came down, and waited to ask that it was Qin Dong, the scalper's. Emotions immediately rose, and Qin Dong asked him to buy another two thousand goods. Du Xiaoju was shocked to see Du Xiaoju, fearing that the goods could not be sold, so he lost his money.

"Can't pay," Qin Dong comforted Du Xiaoju, "the Americans are coming tomorrow, and I will stay here for several days."

American?Du Xiaoju was at a loss.

In fact, Qin Dong didn't remember, it was a phone call from Chen Shifa yesterday that brought his memory back to life.

Today, Admiral Lyons, commander of the U.S. Navy's Pacific Fleet, led a fleet of guided missile cruisers "Reeves", "Oldendorf" destroyers, and "Lens" frigates to visit Qinwan.

Nearly 900 people will stay in Qinwan for a week. Americans will visit Qinwan city and Rongya, and also visit Qinwan Brewery, Embroidery Factory, National Cotton No. 5 Factory, Carpet Factory...

If he remembers correctly, the three U.S. Navy warships will also hold open events. There will be crowds of citizens coming to watch the excitement. Although they can't board the warships, the people around them will be like going to the big fair.

"Brother Dong, we don't know US dollars." Zhong Xiaoyong hurried a few steps. Both he and Du Xiaoshu were carrying satchels, one for selling goods and the other for collecting money.

"The U.S. dollar doesn't know you either." Qin Dong crossed the wide road. "Foreigners know it. If they give you the money, you will accept it. If it is RMB, it will cost five yuan apiece, not RMB two dollars apiece."

This year, one U.S. dollar was exchanged for more than three renminbi. When sold to Americans, it was nearly seven yuan, and to Chinese people it was five yuan.

"Brother Dong, isn't this three yuan more expensive than yesterday?" Du Xiaoshu asked.

"Yes, this is the price." Qin Dong smiled slyly. He was teaching two children to teach them an important weapon in marketing-price. "Well, in the next week, these American devils will leave. You can go wherever you go. Remember, foreigners only charge US dollars."

...

"State-owned Qinwan Brewery"

Outside the factory, gongs and drums were noisy, colorful flags fluttered, and people crowded.

Qin Dong settled Du Xiaoshu and Zhong Xiaoyong, and waited for Chen Shifa to arrive. Chen Shifa first went to the Second Light Industry Bureau of the city, and then to the Qinwan Brewery.

Although it was lively outside the factory, the vigilance was not bad at all. It was not until Chen Shifa's car came that Qin Dong was able to enter the factory.

The Americans have not yet come. Watching Chen Shifa’s greetings with Qin Beer’s leaders, Qin Dong himself made a circle around the factory. The malt workshop, saccharification workshop, fermentation workshop, and packaging workshop were lined up in sequence. The red bricks and tiles, more than ten meters The high ceilings, rows of canning equipment, and the residual maltose smell in the air all tell the glory of Qinwan Beer.

"Come, here, the Americans are here!" Several workers from the Qinwan Brewery rushed towards the factory gate.

"Comrade, where is the reception room?" Qin Dong stopped a worker and asked.

"The building in front." A worker hurriedly pointed his finger.

He came to drink beer when he visited the brewery. Sure enough, Chen Shifa didn't go outside the factory, "have walked around?" He took out a cigarette, Qin Dongshun took out a cigarette lighter and lit him, Chen Shifa's eyes lit up. Qin Dong stuffed the lighter into his hand.

"Well, good stuff." Chen Shifa was also polite, "Go, go upstairs."

Hundreds of American soldiers quickly flooded the factory area, and the table full of Qinwan beer in the reception room made them excited.

Like Budweiser, Qin Beer is an American industrial light lager beer, that is, in addition to malt, rice, starch and even syrup are used in raw materials. This type of beer is called American industrial beer.American Budweiser, Mexican Corona, Snowflake, Yanjing, and all domestic beer are of this type.

The American soldiers couldn't listen to the explanation anymore, and they had no time to use the cups elegantly, grabbing the bottles and drank their heads.

They yelled "OK, OK," and they raised their necks to get a bottle. A dozen service staff were busy lifting the whole box up, and shuttled back and forth to pick up empty bottles.

A sailor drank three bottles in one breath, and then started talking.

"What did he say?" Chen Shifa asked Qin Dong.

"He said that Qinwan beer is the best beer in the world. He used to drink it in the United States before he joined the army. Now that he has joined the army and left the United States, he has seen it for the first time in three years. How can he not get excited when he meets?"

Everyone was laughing, but Chen Shifa looked at the Americans calmly.

They were drinking, screaming, and singing. It was probably a booze competition. Several soldiers stood up and placed three bottles of beer in front of them. They only heard a shout, grabbed the bottle and poured it into their stomachs.

The person who finishes the drink first is the winner. He poked his fingers into the belly of others, causing bursts of laughter.

"Xiao Qin, you are now the sales section chief. Look, why is Qin Beer so popular? Never worry about selling it." Chen Shifa was very emotional.

Qin Dong looked at his gully face. Although this entrepreneur who started out of recklessness did not understand marketing, he was close to the truth of marketing-brand awareness!

...

Outside the gate of Qin Beer, there were indeed crowds of people watching the excitement. They could not drink Qinwan beer. Qinwan’s cigarettes could be smoked. The novel lighters in the hands of the two children immediately attracted their attention.

"How much is one?"

"Five yuan, this is an American product. The American warship has just arrived." Du Xiaoshu lied about what is the purpose of drafting, and he opened his mouth.

"Five yuan, too expensive." Some people are holding back the price, but more are young people, curiously holding the lighter in their hands, "It's really shipped from the United States. Give me one."

"Okay, American lighters, American lighters, five yuan each," Du Xiaoshu's accent changed in excitement. He kept taking over the money, and Zhong Xiaoyong kept taking out the lighter from his bag.

Yesterday afternoon, it was still two yuan apiece. This afternoon, it doubled!

"Lighter?" Du Xiaoshu hurriedly greeted a few flushed Americans walking into the factory area, "Would you like?"

The Americans whispered English for a while. Although Du Xiaoshu could not understand him, he still shouted hard, "Dollar, U.S. dollars, I want U.S. dollars! Two dollars each!"

The Americans did not understand what he said, but it did not affect their love or even need for this "Chinese specialty". The green ticket was handed to Du Xiaoshu, and the lighter was delivered to them.

Regardless of the denomination, Du Xiaoshu took it and put it in his bag. The Americans were waiting for him to find money, but watching this little guy knowing nothing, he said a few more words, spreading his hands helplessly and shrugging. She shrugged and left.

"Xiaoyong, do you still have a lighter?" Du Xiaoshu took out a dollar and stared at the sun.

"Nothing." Zhong Xiaoneng squeezed his empty shoulder bag, raised his head and looked at the banknote in Du Xiaoshu's hand, "Xiaoshu, this is the dollar?" On the dark green banknote, it seemed that the number "100" was written.