National Beer

After the heavy rain in Shennan, the whole city was hot, stuffy and humid, just like a big steamer.

The sweat on Qin Dong's face was like dripping water, the towel was tightened, and a small strand of water could be wringed out every time.

A noisy human voice was mixed with the sound of machinery and horns, and the entire Arctic Ocean brewery was full of hustle and bustle. The labor force composed of workers and students constitutes a huge labor scene. Inside and outside the factory, people and cars are everywhere. , Carts, tricycles running in a hurry......

This flood relief effort lasted three days.

Gu Guoxian, the dean of the college and the director of the department, all participated. Mei Yuxiu was too old and the weather was too hot. He returned to the college only after everyone's obstruction...

In this era, whether you are a dean or a teacher, whether you are a factory manager or a worker, you are an ordinary worker of this era!

"We workers have power, hey! We workers have power! Busy work every day, hey! Busy work every day, built high-rise buildings, built railway mines, changed the world... "

When the loud speakers in the factory area played inspiring songs again, the food delivery truck of Shanhai Light Industry Institute drove up. Qin Dong reached out and took four from a large basket of steamed buns and made some pickles. Looking for a shady place, he sat down on the ground.

In the past two days, lunch can only be eaten at the brewery, the water pipe of the brewery is broken, and each person can only share two spoonfuls of boiling water when eating...

"How is it?" Hao Jianshe, the second class counselor, took a bite of steamed buns and pickled vegetables, and asked Zhao Yun beside him.

"I'm settled." Zhao Yun pointed to Qin Dong, "Here, it's him."

"Huh?" Hao Jianshe smiled, "You are not giving Dean Mei face, are you?"

"I won't give anybody any face," Zhao Yun had already eaten a steamed bun. "In the past few days, how many sacks he has resisted, and when he is free, he uses baskets to carry it with everyone. I see it in my eyes..."

"This is the selection of monitors, not model workers." Hao Jianshe disagreed.

"You're right, this Qin Dong is really a model worker. At the age of seventeen, he served as the sales section chief and the secretary of the league. He started from the grassroots step by step. He was a bottle brusher, maintenance worker, and section manager of a packaging workshop. Germany……"

Zhao Yun himself was the last worker, peasant and soldier college student, and he has a special affection for this kind of people who are able to endure hardships and are willing to work.

"Isn't the age young? The oldest in our class is 34," Hao Jianshe laughed again, "I have to choose a moderate age, ah, I choose this Zhu Xinchao, twenty-eight years old, and ah, old Zhao, we are a fermentation engineering major after all. This Qin Dong is good at dealing with beer equipment. Does he understand fermentation technology?"

"I don't know how to learn, or why do you come to college?" Zhao Yun put the last bite of steamed buns into his mouth, "I'm set, everyone gather."

Hao Jianshe almost choked with a mouthful of steamed buns, this man, he would ignore others after he finished eating!

More than 80 college students quickly gathered together. Some were sitting on the steps and some sitting on the edge of the flowerbed. Qin Dongshun took a beer bottle in his hand with the mouth down and sat on the bottom of the bottle.

Oh, can you sit like this?

Chen Xiaochun from the Ministry of Food Development Company immediately developed this new way of sitting, bang-, the beer bottle was poured forward, the glass broke, almost cut the egg, and everyone was ridiculed!

"Okay, I now announce the selection of class committee members." Everyone looked at Zhao Yun, and Li Jian coughed subconsciously. Seeing everyone looking at himself, he immediately covered up, "The pickles are too salty..."

Zhao Yun didn't care if the pickled vegetables were salty or not. He announced loudly, "The first class of fermentation engineering major of grade eight or seven, the monitor Qin Dong, and the party secretary Li Momei." Without going through the door, without introduction, I will bring the dishes to you directly. This style Go straight back and forth without any muddle.

Oh, more than one class, the class two students are also looking for two people, Qin Dong has known each other two days ago, who is this Li Momei?

"Okay, let me announce the selection of class committee members for the second class." Hao Jianshe was naturally unwilling to let Zhao Yun steal the limelight. "Our second class, the class leader wishes the trendy," Zhou Yi immediately looked at the guy in the white shirt. It was the young man who helped himself on the bus, "Su Yubo, the party secretary..."

"Okay, hurry up to eat and work. In the last afternoon, everyone worked hard to clear the factory area." Zhao Yun finally agitated.

When the two counselors left, the boys walked towards Qin Dong one after another.

"Xiao Qin, as the monitor, I will serve my uncles and aunts from now on!" Old Ran from the Yellow River Brewery smiled and patted Qin Dong's face, really like an uncle.

"If the service is not good, you need to spank." An uncle of Yalujiang Beer in another dormitory handed Qin Dong a bun. "It's just when you are growing up, eat more."

...

Qin Dong couldn't laugh or cry, these people really regarded themselves as uncles!

In that room, Li Jian can only eat steamed buns and pickles by himself. A bottle washer, who is still engaged in sales. He does not have any technical content, and is the youngest, but he became the monitor!

This made Li Jian very unconvinced, but when looking at the subordinate units of the same ministry, Chen Xiaochun of the Food Development Company seemed unconscious and joked with Qin Dong carelessly.

"Hello, I wish Xinchao, the deputy chief engineer of Guangzhou Brewery." The monitor of the second class came over on his own initiative. After three days of work, his white shirt can still be seen white.

"Qin Dong." Qin Dong also stretched out his hand, but he did not introduce his position. The two were tall and short, black and white. Everyone was very interested.

"A cream boy, a tough guy!" In the crowd, someone clapped and laughed loudly.

The two shaking hands attracted everyone's attention, and even Zhao Yun and Hao Jianshe looked at here. These words immediately stirred everyone's nerves.

In the 1980s, there was a sensational "butter niche and tough guy controversy". Newspapers and magazines wrote articles arguing that society needs a tough guy or a custard niche; women should love a tough guy or a custard niche.

Of course, some people like the butter niche represented by Tang Guoqiang, and some people like the tough guy represented by Takakura Ken.

At first, the two sides were evenly matched, and later they slammed the butter niche on one side. The year before last, an article in "Popular Movies" pointed out: "In the endeavour of the 1980s, the masculine beauty with a'modern sense' was more admired, and the focus was on promoting the trend of the times. A tough guy. The noodles in life are also like "cream nipples". Of course, they are not favored by the times."

At this time, look at the snow-white shirt and Jia Baoyu's wishing new trends, and then look at the stubborn Qin Dong, who is a butterscot and who is a tough guy!

Zhu Xinchao smiled, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Well, Mr. Takakura, the first class leader, and Tang Guoqiang, the second class leader!"

They are the pillars of their respective units, and they also have the confidence to speak. Moreover, they are in a university that is half-correspondence and half-full. Everyone doesn't look at Zhu Xinchao's face and laughs casually.

"Second squad leader, Xiao Qin has moved several carts of sacks in the past three days. How many have you moved?" Old Ran from the Yellow River Brewery asked with a smile. He saw Zhu Xinchao's white shirt. Everyone was not blind, and Can see.

In the past three days, Qin Dong has been tanned, but Zhu Xinchao is still creamy.

"I am mainly engaged in technical support." I wish Xinchao will not change his face, and I am very annoyed. The good mood when I shook hands with Qin Dong just now disappeared.