National Beer

If Qin Dong were to count them carefully, he still believed that courage was the most valuable thing in the 1980s.

For Chen Shifa's courage, he would rather bet on his own future. Without a strong sense of professionalism, Qin Dong could not give other explanations.

Looking at the stubborn old man in front of him, he couldn't help thinking of the American old man, thinking of his Kilimanjaro snow. On the top of the high mountain, there was a leopard body that had been dried and frozen. The leopard came to such a cold place. What are you looking for, no one understands, and can’t make a reasonable explanation...

"Since the year before last, the national beer special project has been implemented. There are more than 70 projects, both new construction and expansion. They all use national money..." Chen Shifa's voice was not high, but full of power.

During the Seventh Five-Year Plan period, the beer industry has two planned projects, one is the beer one-stop plan, and the other is the beer special project. The latter is the special beer loan issued by China Construction Bank to support the construction of these breweries. Both of them contribute to the development of the beer industry. It had a profound impact.

"Look at our Rong Beer again. There are advanced level filling equipment in the 1980s, as well as malting and fermentation equipment backward in the 1940s. This is obviously one leg thick and the other thin..."

“It’s so ridiculous that the two legs are often uneven. District Mayor Liang, we can’t wait for three or two years. After two or three years, when our thin legs are tired and thick legs are dragged down, it will be difficult for us to even have normal production. Maintain, let alone face these more than 70 breweries with special funds, they will leave us far behind..."

Qin Dong understands and agrees with Chen Shifa's opinion, so he must take advantage of the potential of the existing equipment to be fully exploited, and at the moment of falling, protect the construction and reform, and install a rocket for the company to take off.

"Thirty million?" Hearing Chen Shifa's report, Zhou Fenghe took a breath. The air was indeed cold, and his heart was even colder. As the top leader, he knew Rongpi's family well!

When Chen Shifa decided to expand a production line with a production capacity of 30,000 tons, and required that this production line be controlled by microcomputers and advanced equipment from the 1980s, he still objected.

Gentle as Zhou Fenghe Jing also said savagely, "The steps are too big, it's easy to pull eggs!"

Thirty thousand tons sounds good, but 30 million yuan is not a small amount after all. With the existing assets of Rongya Brewery as collateral, it is not enough. Even if all the profits and taxes this year are refunded, there is still a lot of money.

The middle-level cadres in the factory were all watching Chen Shifa, Liang Yongsheng did not express his position, Wang Congjun laughed, "Old Chen, you are not afraid to mess up and become a debt-laden beggar? Then you have become a man of more than 800 people. "Beggars help the Lord"."

"I made a military order!" Chen Minfa said boldly, "If you fail, you will become benevolent!"

...

What Chen Shifa had come down was beyond Qin Dong’s expectation. Although there was resistance, Zhou Fenghe and Wu Geng went to the provincial department with an order, the trade union chairman Lao Wei went to Shanghai, and Fang Lingxian, the deputy factory director in charge of technology. When I went to Guangzhou, Chen Shifa went to Qin Beer, and based on the opinions of various places, I saw what kind of production line should be introduced.

In terms of major issues, the factory leadership is unambiguous!

Today is one week away from the symposium, and Wu Geng will be back from the provincial government tomorrow.

"Suddenly—"

Qin Dong drove in and returned to Zhongjiawa, "Sister Zhi, what to eat tonight?"

"Boil sweet potatoes."

Oh, sweet potato cornmeal porridge, sweet potato millet porridge, steamed sweet potato... In the past few days, Qin Dong has almost fallen into the sweet potato feast. Willow branch is afraid that these sweet potatoes will be damaged, so he will attack.

"Brother Dong, someone is looking for it." Du Xiaoshu pushed open the courtyard door, followed by a thin young man in a suit and tie, very polite.

"Are you... Japanese?" Qin Dong looked at him, "How do you call it?"

Japanese?

A vigilant expression immediately appeared on Du Xiaoshu's face. Fortunately, his "foreign musket" was not by his side, otherwise he would have to take it out and point it at the Japanese.

An unbelievable expression appeared on the face of the visitor, "Oh, I am Japanese, Fujino Kiyoshi, please take more pictures." He bowed deeply, but was surrounded by neighbors in the courtyard, Japan People, I have only seen it on TV. Even the willow branches came out of the kitchen with sweet potatoes to see what Little Japan looks like.

However, the Japanese in front of him looked like a college student, with a gentle manner and an elegant manner, which disappointed those Zhong Jiawa men who were ready to fight.

"Qin Dong." Qin Dong also smiled and stretched out his hand, with a smile on his face, but he was wondering where and what the Japanese came from.

"Komori Company?"

Oh, Fujino was even more surprised. When he came, he had already inquired clearly that this Qin Dong is only eighteen years old this year. He is one round older than him. He originally came to this dilapidated place. He has a strong sense of superiority. Now he is superior. The feeling is gone.

"Please, sit in the room." As soon as Qin Dong stretched out his hand, he knew from his face that his guess was correct, "Little tree, go to the sweet potato."

Sweet potatoes?

Du Xiaoshu scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, "Understood!"

Soon, the washed sweet potatoes were put on a plate and served, "Please use." Qin Dong said politely.

"Thank you." Kiyoshi Fujino's Chinese is so good, he doesn't listen carefully, and he can hardly hear the Japanese taste.

He picked up the sweet potatoes and took a bite, "Well, sweet."

Qin Dong smiled. Japan also has sweet potatoes, and now he wants to feed him sweet potatoes.

"Mr. Qin Dong, I heard that the filling machine of our Komori company arrived in your country. It may not be suitable for the soil and water, and often breaks the bottle. You improved the machine. I came here to take a look. If you don't contact you, I will take the liberty to go home. It's very rude to bother me."

"It's okay." Qin Dong watched Du Xiaoshu's group of children standing outside the window, looking at Fujino Kiyoshi as if they were in a zoo. He glared and Du Xiaoshu ran out.

"Oh," Kiyoshi Fujino remembered something, "When I came in a hurry, I brought a small gift, and asked Mr. Qin to accept it."

He turned around and took out a camera from his bag and placed it gently on the dining table.

The Wuguang film SLR camera is much smaller than the popular domestic Seagull and Zhujiang, so the price of such a camera can be thousands of yuan.

A small gift can cost a worker's salary for a year, so is there a big gift?

"When I was in Japan, I often wondered what kind of technician solves the problem of compatibility of our equipment with Chinese wine bottles. I didn't expect you to be so young," Fujino said with a smile, "I would like to ask for some specific technical details. Mr. Qin Dong, if you don’t dislike it, how about I invite you out for a casual meal?"

In his previous life, he was an informal person. Qin Dong didn't care about a meal at all, and he was not afraid of foreign affairs discipline. It happened to be uncomfortable to eat sweet potatoes these days.

"Then go to the seaman." Qin Dong smiled.

Seaman refers to the Qinwan Seaman's Club. In the 1980s, there was the equivalent of Lao Mo in Beijing in the 1960s!

"Brother, I want to go too." Qin Nan didn't know when to come back from school, blocked the door and whispered.

"And me." Du Xiaoshu jumped out from somewhere.

"Okay, let's go together. I like children very much." Kiyoshi Fujino kindly wanted to touch Du Xiaoshu's head, but Du Xiaoshu's backhand was blocked.

When the steaks were on the table, Du Xiaoshu and Qin Nan, who had learned to use a knife and fork, cut beef very skillfully. Kiyoshi Fujino was surprised, "Mr. Qin, do you often come to this place?"

Qin Dong smiled, he forgot to tell Fujino, the Qin family and the Du family are also considered to be the family of Lu cuisine, sword skills are the root of the chef!