National Beer

Lost, completely lost.

Morita tore off his tie from his neck angrily, and shouted at Fujino Kiyoshi, "Didn't Qin Dong accept our offer? Why did he jump out suddenly? What happened to that plum?..."

He panted and lay down on the sofa, "Fujino, you'll be at Rongya beer right away. Qin Dong took our camera and Japanese yen. We can't let him succeed..."

Fujino Kiyoshi's face was calm, "Mr. Morita, I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Well?

Morita looked up in surprise, "Do you dare to disobey my orders?"

Fujino Kiyoshi is still very calm, "My contract with Komori has expired. To be precise, I am not an employee of Komori anymore."

This is his last contract with Komori. Since the contract failed, he has no need to keep it. Let's look at Morita's fighting beast. Fujino Kiyoshi's face is contemptuous, and he pushes the door, leaving Morita roaring behind him. .

Zhongjiawa.

This is the second time Fujino has come here. At the entrance of the hutong, several children were playing glass balls. When he saw him, a child rushed to the depths of the hutong.

"Oh, he's here?" Qin Dong also just got off work. He wiped his face with a towel and wrung the towel in the basin. "Let him come in then."

Fujino obviously knew the road. When he opened the courtyard door again, Qin Dongzheng looked at him with a grin. Behind him was the child who had eaten a few plates of steak that day.

Everything is like yesterday.

"Are you going to our factory to sue me for accepting your camera?" Qin Dong smiled, "Oh, there are Japanese yen."

"No..." Fujino Kiyoshi immediately denied it.

"It's okay, you can sue, but I won't return the camera to you..." Qin Dong smiled again, "And, please tell Mr. Morita that you have adopted my wine tube machine improvement technology, and you will also Please send me the money on time every year."

He handed a newspaper to Fujino. It was a "Qinwan Daily" with a photo on it. Under Qin Dong's leadership, Morita and Fujino were visiting the packaging workshop. What Morita said personally was also printed on In the newspaper.

The knowledge of Qin Dong has already started since Fujino first walked into this courtyard. As he had expected, Morita couldn't get cheap here in Qin Dong.

"The camera was from me. This is my gift." Fujino sat down in the chair. "As for the annual fee, I can convey it to Mr. Morita for you. I'm sorry, I can't remit it to you personally."

He looked at Du Xiaoshu, who looked wary, "Today, I am no longer an employee of Komori Company. After returning to China, I will work at Zhaohui Beer."

Well.

Qin Dong waved his hand and said, "Sit in the room." He felt that Fujino was not malicious, and he seemed to be different from Morita.

"Mr. Qin, with all due respect, you are the person I have seen in China, who knows beer best." Kiyoshi Makoto Fujino replied, "I also saw your character. Poor and humble cannot be moved. This is reflected in Mr. Qin. If possible, can I make friends with Mr. Qin?"

Even if he accepts an expensive camera, even if he provides an annual fee, and invites him to visit Japan, this is a huge temptation for an ordinary person, but Qin Dong still chose-against it.

"friend?"

Qin Dong stared into Fujino Kiyoshi's eyes, "I said, when the enemy comes, we have shotguns, and when friends come, we have good wine. I hope we can become friends."

"Then I am honored." Fujino stood up and bowed deeply, "Then my words still count. As a friend, I invite you to visit Japan at the right time. I will return to China tomorrow. I am still engaged in the beer industry. I hope Mr. Qin can drink our Chaohui beer."

Fujino picked up the leather bag and was about to go out, "Wait." Qin Dong said, "Since you are a friend, you will soon return to China and leave Qinwan, then I will see you off as a friend."

"The way of friends?" Fujino was taken aback.

...

The sea breeze was blowing and the campfire was raging.

The flames reddened Fujino's face, and sparks floated in front of him from time to time, making this cold spring night even more warm.

"Come on, I will toast you another bottle." Qin Dong raised the beer in his hand. There were already a dozen bottles lying on the ground, but neither of them was drunk. It was the most comfortable and pleasant time.

boom--

The glass bottles collided with a crisp sound, and Lu Xuguang passed a few cooked starfishes, and Du Xiaoju was smearing the sauce prepared by Qin Dong on the meat on the barbecue rack in that room.

"Qin Dongjun, you have a very beautiful girlfriend." Under the influence of alcohol, Fujino Kiyoshi was no longer reserved. Once he let go of his emotions, his voice rose and his movements became louder, "Look, my wife "He took out his wallet from his arms and showed it to Qin Dong.

There is a photo in her purse. A woman in a kimono is holding a boy in her arms and is staring at the person in front of her tenderly. "Your wife is also very beautiful." Qin Dong said loudly, and he looked over there. When Du Xiaoju heard the word wife, Du Xiaoju glanced at him shyly, and immediately lowered his head.

"Qinwan is also a beautiful city, like my hometown of Otaru..."

Fujino Kiyoshi stood up swayingly, holding the wine bottle in one hand, waving the other, and slowly turned around the bonfire.

"Yeah Hi, Lan Solan, Solan, Solan, Solan, Solan, hi—hi—

Listen to the cries of the sea singing and singing, brave fishermen love the ocean and the ocean..."

Lu Xuguang, Du Xiaoju and others all looked at this Japanese who was immersed in their own singing with curiosity, but they were quickly attracted by the singing.

Singing is national, but national is the world!

This "Drag Net" is a Hokkaido folk song, to be precise, a folk song when fishermen in Otaru City, not far from Sapporo, went fishing.

Folk ballads were originally fast-paced, sonorous and powerful, but Fujino Kiyoshi sang very low and sad...

Qin Dong didn't stand up, he added a few more firewood to the bonfire, and the deep and thick Mongolian long tune leisurely sounded in the sea breeze.

Grassland, cows and sheepskins, yurts...

He returned to Qinwan from the grassland with his father Qin Shihuang when he was over a decade old. Whether it is the sea or the grassland, it is his hometown.

"Ah-ha-oh-hey -"

"Ah-ha-ah-ah -"

"Ah-ha-ah-ah -"

"Ahaha — oops — ah — ah — ah — ah — —”

"From the grassland to Tiananmen Square, holding aloft the golden cup to sing the war--"

"The hero's motherland stands in the east, shining like the rising sun--"

The melodious and long Mongolian tune, vast and lingering, bold and romantic, Du Xiaoju couldn't help walking to Qin Dong's side and sitting down gently.

She has never been to the grassland, but she can feel the story and sadness inside...

Fujino Kiyoshi lowered his head, held a handful of tears, raised his head and drank the beer, but the tears could no longer be suppressed...