National Beer

A good trademark can be said to be a work of art.

Qin Dong had the habit of collecting trademarks in his previous life. Other people’s walls were decorated with paintings or photos taken with a leader, while Qin Dong’s walls were all beer trademarks from all over the world. Each trademark was a work of hard work. But there are very few that can truly be called a work of art.

In just two days, Wang Qingwen designed Qin Dongyao’s trademark. The trademark perfectly presented Qin Dong’s ideas. The typeset and printed draft was placed on Yi Jin’s desk, and Yi Jin joked, “This is Isn't it the first time Teacher Wang has come to my office?"

"I will come later and look for him." Wang Qingwen pointed at Qin Dong, but still admiring the trademark on the table. He looked from the left and then from the right, nodded but shook his head, and suddenly he grabbed it. Pen on the table.

"Hey, you..." Yi Jin exclaimed.

However, Wang Qingwen unscrewed the pen cap, bent the pen nib hard on the ground, and then made changes to the draft.

"I pay." Qin Dong smiled.

"Which one wants you to pay?" Yi Jin knew that this was the characteristic of an artist. She looked at Wang Qingwen who was concentrating on editing with tolerance, but saw that Wang Qingwen's face was flushed with excitement, her long hair covered her eyes, but he couldn't see him. eye.

"Works, works."

Wang Qingwen suddenly raised his head. Oh, Yi Jin found that crystal tears were condensed in his eyes. He sat softly on the sofa and smiled strangely at Yi Jin and Qin Dong.

works?

Qin Dong and Yi Jin both looked at him sympathetically, but Wang Qingwen stood up immediately, "I will go back to typesetting. As long as I use this trademark, I will definitely win the prize."

Regardless of Qin Dong and Yi Jin's reaction, he rolled up the design draft three times and again, "This is the common work of both of us!" He used the draft to impolite Qin Dong.

Oh, Yi is surprised.

"Xiao Qin, you are the only one who can let this Wang Qingwen evaluate works like this!"

...

The works of Qin Dong and Wang Qingwen were quickly typeset and printed.

With a green bottle, red, silver and gold, this is a high-quality beer logo design with its own communication power!

"Works, works!" Yi Jin laughed, learning Wang Qingwen's tone.

"In the future, I will come to the Second Light Hall to see you." Wang Qingwen didn't care at all, but his eyes stayed on Qin Dong.

"Don't find him here, go to Qinwan." Yi Jin also smiled.

"Qinwan University? Ocean University?" Wang Qingwen asked, "Is there no Academy of Fine Arts in Qinwan?"

"No, I work at Rongya Brewery." Qin Dong smiled, "My name is Qin."

"Oh, are you a designer?" Wang Qingwen asked hurriedly.

"No, I'm not engaged in design work, but the job of the factory manager." Qin Dong smiled and stretched out his hand.

...

Qin Dong returned to Qinwan and went to Beijing again after only two days at home.

In the factory, Chen Shifa also saw his beer trademark design. He only said one sentence, "Use it! The main factory, the first and second factories all use it!"

Carrying an artificial leather handbag, Qin Dong briskly jumped out of the jeep and looked at the tall Soviet-style building in front of him.

Ministry of Light Industry.

In June 1970, the First Ministry of Light Industry merged with the Second Ministry of Light Industry and the Ministry of Textile Industry to form the Ministry of Light Industry, which was formally abolished on March 29, 1993, and the Light Industry Council was established, which lasted for 23 years.

But in these short 23 years, it has promoted and witnessed the transformation and take-off of my country's light industry!

Entering the spacious building, and seeing the sign of the Food Industry Bureau above the door, a young man with a flat head walked over, "Excuse me, are you Comrade Qin Dong?"

"I am." Qin Dong didn't have a black eye at the Ministry of Light Industry. He got acquainted with the two directors of the Food Bureau and the Machinery Bureau at the Nanjing One-stop Conference last year.

"Come with me, then, Director Jiang is waiting for you." The young man looked at the leatherette handbag in his hand, and walked forward with a smile. Is decent.

The door was pushed open, and a young man wearing black-framed gold-wire glasses stood up from behind the desk with a smile. He looked at Qin Dong, but Qin Dong smiled and stretched out his hand.

Jiang Yuanping held his hand and looked at him up and down again, "Oh, you are the younger brother!"

As if the two had met before.

"You are the third brother?" Qin Dong shook his hand firmly.The teacher went out of the same door, naturally with a cordial.

"Oh, it's noon, should I invite you to dinner?" Jiang Yuanping smiled, "The teacher said that your craftsmanship is not as good as a first-class chef..."

He smiled enthusiastically, "What do you want to eat at noon?" The attitude is very kind. This little junior is a closed disciple of the teacher. Mei Yuxiu specially wrote to let him take care of him. He knew that Dong Qingkun was also a very proud person. But Dong Qingkun also praised Qin Dong in letters and phone calls.

Qin Dong looked at this cordial deputy director, his third senior brother. He knew his resume. He used to be the deputy director of the Brewing Division of the Food Industry Bureau. Now he is directly promoted from the deputy director to the Food Division directly as deputy director. long.

"Brother, can you taste your canteen?" Qin Dong smiled. He really didn't bring anything when he came, Food Department, they don't know which place is delicious?Haven't tasted it?So he only brought two bottles of his own beer.

"This is your beer?" Seeing the trademark, Jiang Yuanping's eyes lit up. He picked up the bottle and carefully examined the trademark. "This trademark is refreshing. I can't help but want to taste your beer?"

Jiang Yuanping glanced at the trademark again, then put it down again, "Will you not eat outside?" He thought Qin Dong was interested in the cafeteria in the ministry, "Let's go, eat dumplings, today is Lidong... "

Lidong replenishes the winter without filling the mouth.

Northerners would eat dumplings on this day, "Well, is thirty enough?" Jiang Yuanping looked at Qin Dong, who was holding a bowl of vinegar. This junior brother, although the director of the local brewery, did not show any timidity.

"Sixty, right." Qin Dong was also polite.

Oh?Jiang Yuanping smiled. This appetite made the southerners in the ministry drop their jaws.

Qin Dong ate the five-spice eggs soaked in pepper water, a plate of dry roast pork, and two large plates of dumplings in front of him.

Dry roasted pork is basically pure lean meat, braised in brown sauce. Well, the soup is probably the secret recipe. Needless to say, the taste is nothing but the golden color, which seems to be a bit bright red. It doesn't look like the thick sauce of later generations of Beijing braised vegetables.

This unique color seems to have only remained in the memory of this era, and will never be found again.

"Xiao Qin, are you full?" Jiang Yuanping's accent smelled of old vinegar, "Teacher and Qing Kun will laugh at me if they know you are not full."

"Then two more dry roasted pork." Qin Dong carefully pondered the condiments in the soup, star anise, cinnamon, rock sugar...

"Oh, the relatives of Director Jiang's house are here again." Seeing Jiang Yuanping brought two more plates of dry roasted meat, he laughed when he had familiar cadres. The relatives from the country had a lot of food, and they were all like Qin Dong. Appetite.

Jiang Yuanping, a relative of this kind, didn't know how many calls he would receive in a year. He used to entertain him at home, but afterwards he didn't bother to execute it, so he brought it to the cafeteria.

"Hey, let's just say it, don't give me a good treat. There is no good thing to say when I return to my hometown, and my parents have no light on their faces..." Along the table, a similar Phoenix man shook his head and glanced at Qin Dong.

He naturally classified Qin Dong as a poor relative among relatives in the countryside.

Didi——Didi——

Qin Dong filled the last dumpling in his mouth, took another sip of vinegar, and the pager around his waist rang just right.

Pager?

In the originally slightly noisy canteen, the eyes of the cadres in the ministry were all attracted by the crisp sound.

"This is my junior," Jiang Yuanping hurriedly introduced to everyone, "He is from Qinwan, don't look young, but he has participated in one-stop conferences in the ministry and also visited Germany. He invented the enzymatic saccharification technology. Minister Yang personally wrote the congratulatory letter..."