National Beer

At the end of November 1987, on an ordinary day, the thin raindrops caught the scattered snowflakes, which were showering on the ground.

The season has come to light snow, and the snowy and long winter in Qinwan has just begun. In such rainy and snowy days, unless there is something important, everyone would rather stay at home and stay in the factory, accompanied by the warm stove and Heating for the winter.

The street in front of Rongpi's gate has long been left in the cold, but with the ringing of bicycles, the factory area that wakes up early in the morning is once again lively.

In front of the bulletin board, the crowd was once again crowded. Someone was reading aloud the content written with black brush on the red paper, "...The factory promises everyone that every bottle of beer sold on the initiative will be sold. Two cents in reward..."

"Two cents?" Someone looked up at the gloomy sky, cold snowflakes floated into their necks, and they shivered all over.

"Good thing," someone shouted excitedly, "a bundle of ten bottles of beer, two bundles of 20 bottles, which means that the factory can give 40 cents and two boxes of cigarettes. Anyway, there is a small shop at our door. Just passed by..."

Hearing what he said, many people are moved in their hearts. Who has no acquaintances yet? Even on the way from get off work or in the community where they live, there are restaurants and canteens. If they are too many, they can’t sell them. Ten bottles and eight bottles are always okay. Right.

"This Qin Dianzi is knocking the door too much. It's raining and snowing again. How about a bottle of five cents..." Someone started to complain again, but when he turned his head, some of the employees who had left the night shift already went to Ran over to the warehouse.

The procedures for the wine in my own factory are not troublesome. The elder sister in the warehouse registers and takes the beer directly after paying the money. If you take ten bottles of beer, you will give it to the factory for nine dollars and fifty cents. The extra will be recorded in the notebook. The reward of two cents was paid in person the next day.

Although there was light snow in the sky, the scene was very warm, "Xiao Qin, isn't this equivalent to buying beer by ourselves?" A big brother in the bottle washing workshop patted the snowflakes on his head and became a little sober.

"What's that, isn't it that someone else buys our beer if you sell it? There is a reward of two cents for each bottle!" Qin Dong smiled and said, "Attention everyone, beer is only sold for nine cents and a bottle of beer. , After the price increase, the factory knows that you will not get a penny reward, and the annual bonus will be deducted!"

"Well, then give me a bundle, ten bottles!"

"I have two bundles, I can't bring more bikes!"

...

On the back seat of the bicycle, some employees began to tie up beer with rope. What's more, four bottles of beer were stuffed in the canvas pocket of the front beam of the bicycle.

"Liu Jun, who do you sell so much beer to?" Zhang Qingmin, director of the packaging workshop, called to a young worker in his workshop.

"I just yelled all over the street, whoever wants to buy and who buys, I don't believe it can't sell..." Xiaoqinggong replied cheerfully.

Zhang Qingmin glanced at Qin Dong who was standing at the door of the warehouse. "This kid, that's the idea!" He walked through the warehouse and glanced again. He could see it with his naked eyes, but the beer piled at the warehouse door did not decrease much.

He also looked at Lu Xuguang, Xia Yu, Gao Zhandong and others who were loading beer on the cart. In his eyes, these people could not write the invoices well. How do they sell beer and walk the streets and alleys? Selling beer like "grinding scissors and kitchen knives"?This is not ashamed, is there still a state-owned factory?

Upstairs, Chen Shifa and Zhou Fenghe were also looking at the crowd in front of the bulletin board, looking at the workers on the snowy ground who were pushing their bicycles or jogging to the warehouse who had left the night shift.

"That is what Qin Dong thought of?" Zhou Fenghe's tone was disappointed.

He and Chen Shifa both grew up with quotations and songs on their backs, mobilizing the masses to use this kid to learn and sell now?Their generation, the mass line, they understand the power inside better than anyone else.

"He added two cents to each bottle of beer..." Chen Shifa silently took out his cigarette. Recently, he has been smoking more and more frequently. In winter, he kept coughing.

Oh, Zhou Fenghe had no objection, life and death was critical, he was not confused about major events, and he did not count these small accounts. Before Qin Dong came back, he also mobilized the masses, but did not sell much, everyone just sold it to relatives, friends, or neighbors. In the neighbourhood, let them go out on the street to sing and sell beer, or to sell beer in the canteen so sober, many people think it shameful to lower the price!

They are employees of state-owned factories!

But now, with only three cents, everyone's enthusiasm is mobilized!Some young workers have already started to act.

...

"Sell beer—"

"Beer-sell beer!"

In the snow, in the alley, there was a loud shout, and passers-by looked at the beer on the cart in surprise. Can beer be sold like this, like selling cabbage in a big market?

"Beer, who wants it, nine cents a bottle!"

Seeing everyone's eyes, Xia Yu was very excited, "Nine cents and fifty-one bottle, hurry up if you have one!"

"Young man, bring me two bottles." An uncle came over and took out two dollars.

"Okay, two bottles of you." After yelling for a long time, it finally opened. Xia Yu was more excited than he was paid on the first day, and two bottles of cold beer were handed to the old man.

"Give me two bundles." A commissary opened the door, opening his hand and waving two fingers...

...

Lu Xuguang, Gao Zhandong and others are unambiguously pushing the carts. There are also young workers in the factory who ride bicycles and sell beer when they meet people. For a while, the streets and alleys of Rongya District are deep or deep. In the shallow alley, there were all the employees of Rongya Brewery, and the cries of Rongpi were all heard.

The next day, when the early morning glow was red in the east, the factory warehouse was already full of people. The workers on the night shift and the families of the workers on the day shift were all waiting for beer.

"Liu Jun, rewarded nine cents and six cents yesterday!" Qin Dong solemnly handed a few gross tickets and steel trowels to the hands of Xiaoqinggong, so happy that Liu Jun was straight-forward.

No, I heard that there is money to be made. Some family members are here, riding bicycles, participating in tricycles, and some pushing their own barbell...

The number of people has almost doubled from yesterday. Rongpi also walked out of Rongya District and began to penetrate into several other districts in the city.

"Beer, rong beer, selling rong beer—"

One yelling, one screaming drew countless people to look back, and countless people to look around. It seemed to be a scenic line of Qin Bay in winter.

"Chief Qin, can we wholesale a few bundles of beer?" Seeing the employees of Rong Beer hawking along the streets and alleys, a few self-employed people came to the door.

"Yes, you can, there are as many wholesales as you want!" Qin Dong agreed very happily.

On the third day, Zhang Qingmin walked through the warehouse again, oh, he saw that the full beer in front of the warehouse had disappeared, and the stock had been retracted back into the warehouse!

"This kid, okay!" He breathed out in vain and stopped.

In front of the warehouse, a lot of people gathered again. Everyone was talking and communicating with excitement, their expressions were even more happy than the New Year.

"How much did you earn yesterday?"

"Serious, I go to work in the morning and go out to sell wine in the afternoon..."

"I earned two yuan, two yuan! Listen to me, don't give it to acquaintances, you just sell it along the alley. Someone must buy it..."

...

He was white, wearing a scarf, wearing a cotton hat and cotton gloves, but everyone's excitement could not be hidden.

"Xiao Qin, I will invite you to eat roasted sweet potatoes at noon. These days, I have made some money for my brothers!" Liu Jun saw Qin Dong and put his arms around his neck.

Everyone laughed. Everyone wanted a subsidy besides the salary. Okay, now that the reputation of earning money is well established, it is still in the name of helping the factory solve problems.

"Okay, I'll wait for noon then." Qin Dong also joked.

He stepped onto the flowerbed and looked at the smiling faces in front of him. He knew that the Hutong campaign he organized had already started, and the first shot had already begun!