National Tide 1980.

Chapter 691 Underwater
It has to be said that Ning Weimin is like the scenery of a lake.

Even so far, Nian Jing and Jiang Hui have only learned a little about Ning Weimin's face as a foreign comprador.

Although they saw the great scenery on both sides of the bank, they saw the ripples on the lake surface being blown by the breeze.

But what is hidden under the water?
how big is the fishHow deep is the water?What kind of grass?Is it sand or mud?

They were completely blinded.

In other words, it was thanks to those who sat at the same table with them that they got a glimpse of the clues and discovered something about Ning Weimin's "underwater".

In their identities as Nian Jing and Jiang Hui, of course they didn't have the chance to sit in the north-facing banquet hall of Shenku.

The ten tables there are all big figures in high positions.

The second-class Dongxiangzuo Divine Kitchen Banquet Hall and they are also out of the game.

Ning Weimin arranged people from the painting and calligraphy circles, literary and artistic circles, colleagues from Pierre Carton, and fashion models.

Therefore, Xixiangyou Divine Kitchen, which is used to receive the relevant personnel of the other two organizers and service manufacturers, is the place where they should stay.

Unfortunately, they are not the guest of honor in this banquet hall.

Still unable to sit down with the leaders of the major handicraft factories, Tiantan Park, District Service Bureau, and Tiantan Police Station.

In fact, the table they participated in seemed to be a random and insignificant table.

Most of the participants don't know each other, and they have accents everywhere, and their social level doesn't seem to be high.

Especially when they were seated with a person their circle had been using as a reminder—Meng Yi from the Housing Management Bureau, it made them feel slighted and treated coldly.

But this is just the beginning.

Ning Weimin's deputy, Zhang Shihui, who brought them to their seats today, also came to sit after the banquet, and took the initiative to introduce each other to the people at the same table.

Only then did Nian Jing and Zhang Hui realize that their table was still good.

For example, the middle-aged man surnamed Liu with a Shandong accent on the opposite side is the director of the wholesale department of the Sugar Industry Tobacco and Liquor Company in DC.

The plump, red-faced middle-aged woman sitting with him was his wife.

Although it may not look like much, it is also in charge of the general affairs of a well-known kindergarten in the DC area.

These are all useful people, so the attitudes of Nian Jing and Jiang Hui became relatively warm.

As for the others, they were a couple in their thirties, not to mention ordinary clothes, and their work unit was only a light bulb factory in Nancheng.

And the man who called himself "Gu Si'er" was completely like a hutong stringer.

Why are you sitting here? It's just confusing.

There are also two younger boys who are actually self-employed.

One self-reported his name as "Luo Guangliang", and the other asked everyone to call him "Xiao Tao".

Looking at the way the two of them are full of tendons, with crooked mouths and cigarettes in their mouths, you can tell that they are not good stubble, they belong to the kind of people who hang out on the streets all the year round.

So even though they took the initiative to reach out, toast cigarettes and wine, they were very polite to everyone.

But Nian Jing and Jiang Hui still kept their precautions and did not dare to provoke them easily.

Especially afraid that they would label themselves as familiar and make excessive demands.

But things quickly changed.

The people at this table chatted with each other while the food was being served.

Both Nian Jing and Jiang Hui found that their judgment was wrong again, a big mistake.

Because the status and relationship of these people are not only completely different from the value standards in their circle.

And the content of their chat is too exciting.

Not only did it make them feel ashamed, but they also couldn't say a word at all.

The topic was first brought up by Director Liu in the form of thanks. He took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle on the table and poured wine for Zhang Shihui.

"Come on, Manager Zhang. Let's have three drinks first. I'm here today just to thank you. You really helped me this time."

Zhang Shihui drank the glass of wine, but quickly covered it.

"No, no, Director Liu. I know that you Shandong people are all sincere, but I can't drink alcohol. You Jimo old wine has a strong aftertaste. Thank you. When you come back to order the goods, just send me some Moutai..."

"Oh, I said brother, what you said is outrageous. When will my old Liu not be tight with you first? But the problem is that the supply of goods is really tight. Not only are there more and more people who love this wine, but there are also more and more people who give gifts. Buy this. Don’t say you can’t see it in the south now. We also ran out of stock last month. Curry just arrived with [-] boxes last week. If you ask for it, I can give you half of it. If you don’t like it, Wuliangye and Luzhou Laojiao I will give you another five boxes of the same. But there is only one. You have to help me digest some more 'Zhong Nanhai'..."

Zhang Shihui didn't dare to answer these words, he pointed to a plate of free cigarettes on every table today and said.

"Oh, my brother. You are too difficult for me. Your 'Zhong Nan Hai' is too difficult to smoke, and the price is too expensive. This broken cigarette is actually selling for the price of a peony. Look, it is here, today How much does it take to go down? If it weren’t for the fact that Manager Huang of your company also greeted us, Mr. Ning, and Mr. Ning also greeted us with the Temple of Heaven, and helped us go out together. I wouldn’t dare to eat two of you at once. Hundreds of pieces. That's enough. You can't always point to my way to ship out?"

What he said was not a run on people.

This kind of mixed cigarette is not only choking, but also tasteless, and people in the capital are really not used to it.

Therefore, most of the guests here have tried one, and then they will not touch it anymore. It is really a decoration.

Looking at the almost unanimous eyes of everyone, Director Liu scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, I know, I know, but how can others compare with you? The volume of your shipments is almost [-]% of our company's, ranking first. I asked other stores to help. After a month of statistics, it was only Less than three pieces were sold. At this rate, my inventory at the end of the year will definitely not be able to pay. How about giving me another hundred pieces from me? Help me get through this Guan, I will never speak to you again."

"For our friendship, fifty pieces, at most, I can eat that much. I won't hide it from you, I have to find another way to get this batch of goods with you. I'm afraid I have to pay some money." This book can be sold."

Zhang Shihui thought for a while, because of the long-term cooperative relationship with the Tobacco Hotel, and because of the future nursery for her unborn child, she couldn't stop selling Director Liu's face.

But after the words came out, seeing Director Liu showing a relaxed expression, he couldn't help but secretly worried, so he turned to complain to the manufacturer.

"But I don't understand. What's the matter with this Jingcheng Cigarette Factory! Ah? Chang'e, Beihai, Gongnong, Lotus, Fengshou, Summer Palace, and Gucheng Cigars. They have all stopped production of these good cigarettes. It's big Mass production of the bare-mouthed 'Longtan' and this 'Zhongnanhai'? It's not easy to sell after production? Lao Liu, tell me, does their factory have a grudge against money!"

Director Liu shook his head and lamented.

"Hey, this is actually quite normal. Their factory can't decide what they want. The people in their sales department are also frowning at us and keep begging us. After all, it's still a matter of too much control from the top. The sales are good. Cigarettes, why stop? Isn’t it because the supply of raw materials can’t keep up. The ‘Zhongnanhai’ is not easy to smoke, but the problem is the task of the top and bottom. The Beijing Cigarette Factory is required to increase the proportion of mixed cigarettes. Form the first generation of safe cigarette series products. It is good as a gift for the 35th anniversary of the National Day this year. I heard from the manufacturer that this is the designated cigarette for the National Day..."

As a result, after saying this, Zhang Shihui almost choked, and coughed again and again.

"I said, Old Liu, you are really good! Why don't you talk about such an important matter? Talk about it a few days earlier, maybe your problem has been solved long ago..."

"Ah?" Director Liu was at a loss, feeling very puzzled.

"I'm talking about the 35th anniversary gift, the designated cigarettes for the National Day! Among other things, there are these two. I'm sure it will be no problem to sell these cigarettes to foreign businessmen who come to Beijing for business. They are not familiar with the capital, and they are all willing. Bring some local cigarettes from the capital back home. The name of "Zhong Nanhai" is loud, and it sounds quite bluffing. Then hang these two, do you think they will buy it? What's the matter if it's difficult to smoke? Try something new. What you want is an official air, so it’s the same as eating with the emperor in the past and taking a fruit back, that’s the same reason.”

Well!These words are even more unexpected!
Not to mention that Director Liu kept patting his forehead, saying "Ouch" repeatedly, saying that he was confused.I was so happy from ear to ear.

His wife is also smiling, chiming in by saying that state-owned units are dead-headed and always do things straight.

It's still someone from a foreign-funded enterprise like Manager Zhang who has a solution. This ingenious idea is really beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even everyone else here has renewed interest in the plate of cigarettes on the table.

So the men stretched out their hands one by one, each took one and lit it.

Hmm... Don't say it, although the taste is still not as good as flue-cured tobacco, but Bi Chacai seems to be easier to bear.

"That's right, Manager Zhang's thinking is really right. How about this, for the designated cigarettes for this National Day, Manager Zhang, how about I help you solve six things first? I will ask you to pay for the goods tomorrow. I You also know that people have limited abilities and can't help you much..."

The accident happened again.

It was Gu Si'er!Take the lead in supporting us with practical actions!
Not to mention that everyone present was greatly surprised, age and Jiang Hui were simply stunned.

They are all messers, of course they know that these are three hundred cigarettes! 3000 yuan!
Is this guy crazy?
A worker in a light bulb factory, what a big deal you are!

Is it possible to ask Zhang Shihui for something?Or something else?
(End of this chapter)