Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 632 646 [Criticism] (Second update)

"Are you the new manager of the business department at the Meat Joint Factory?" Secretary Xiao Wang looked at the middle-aged man named "Song Haiming" amusedly, and flicked the business card he was handed by the other party contemptuously.

"Yes, yes, I'm the manager of the sales department, and I'm not very familiar with this position. It's the first time I do it, and I don't understand anything." Song Haiming said very sincerely.

The secretary Xiao Wang found it even more amused, "Your meat joint factory is really serious, why did you get promoted to the position of business manager? It's not difficult to work in this position. I can see that you are a novice."

Song Haiming: "..." said hurriedly, "If there are any deficiencies, please forgive me."

"Hehe, first of all, let me tell you, since you are in business, get a few more packs of good cigarettes—what do you mean by asking me to smoke this loose flower? I don't care. At the very least, you should let the big brands of cigarettes like 'Furong' and 'Zhonghua', no matter how bad you are, you should also get a box of 'Qunyinghui'—this is called a local characteristic, understand?"

"I've been taught! I've been taught! It's the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I don't understand anything." Song Hai was obviously sincere.

"Also, look at your clothes. Since you wear a tie, you have to wear a suit—by the way, and your bicycle. Is your factory really short of money? I'll give you one at least A second-hand motorcycle looks a bit more dignified." Secretary Xiao Wang is usually called around by Zhao Tiezhu, and it is rare for him to point and teach people to do things like this, and he feels a sense of vanity and satisfaction in his heart.

Song Haiming nodded and said, "You're right—but when I was promoted, Factory Manager Chen and the others didn't say that. They just said that in the future, as long as I show up, show my face, and eat and drink with others, that's fine."

"Tch, who do you think you are? You can just eat and drink, and the president of the United States doesn't have such a good job!" Secretary Xiao Wang said contemptuously.

Song Haiming lowered his head in shame, and said, "Yes, yes, I thought the same way, so this time I took the initiative to invite Ying to talk to Director Zhao about business—we can't just eat and not work!"

Song Haiming felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of how idle he was, doing nothing, and getting a high salary these days.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore—how about this, our factory manager is receiving distinguished guests, who are still from Russia. As for you, go to the lounge inside and wait. When our factory manager finishes his work, I will Greeting you to meet him."

"Then may I ask you—"

"Oh, I'm Director Zhao's secretary." Xiao Wang said confidently.

Sure enough, upon hearing that it was Director Zhao's secretary, Song Haiming immediately shook Xiao Wang's hand excitedly: "That's really great! Please, make sure to convey it—I'll wait inside." , I obediently went to stay in the restaurant.

Secretary Xiao Wang: "..." Seeing that Song Haiming went in without stuffing anything, he shook his head and said, "You idiot, it's no good, who will help you! You're still running business, I think you should drink the northwest wind!"

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In the International Hotel, in the VIP room——
Chekov's secretary, Mr. Popov, who came all the way from Russia, accompanied by Zhao Tiezhu, the director of Nandu No. [-] Food Processing Factory, is inspecting the tobacco, wine and other dishes used in the banquet tonight.

Popov picked up a box of "Heroes", which is the favorite of the locals, and asked, "What kind of cigarette is this?"

If the translation is divided into two parts, it will be translated to Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu hurriedly said, "This is a special local cigarette called 'Qunying Hui'. The story on the cigarette pack is the story in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Popov shook his head and said, "Our dear President Chekhov doesn't like to smoke this so-called 'local tobacco', he likes to smoke cigars the most-you understand, the kind of thick, strong-looking cigars. "

The translator hurriedly translated this passage to Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu made a decisive decision and told the people around him, "Hurry up and get some boxes of cigars for me."

The man asked, "What brand do you want?"

"Any brand--any cigar!"

The man scratched his head, and didn't know where to get these cigarettes - there were too few foreign cigarettes sold in Nandu City, especially rare items like cigars.

At this time, the big-nosed Popov stared at the wine on the table again, picked it up, and asked the translator beside him, "What is this?"

The translator hurriedly said: "This is their local specialty liquor, called 'Wolong Yuye'."

Popov shook his head: "No, no, no, it's a damn local characteristic again! Our dear President Chekhov doesn't like this kind of unknown baijiu. He likes to drink vodka, and he also likes your famous Chinese liquor. What's the name of the premium baijiu?" Gu Xiangzhong translated separately.

Zhong split his head and hurriedly said: "Moutai, Wuliangye."

Then he turned his head and said to Zhao Tiezhu: "I don't need to translate this passage, your local characteristics are rubbish! Russian VIPs want to drink Moutai and Wuliangye!"

As soon as Zhao Tiezhu heard this, he told the female subordinate next to him, "Go, hurry up and buy a few boxes of Moutai and Wuliangye——money is not a problem, and I will reimburse you at the factory later!"

It is now 1994. Although the reform and opening up has been carried out for many years, Nandu is a fourth-tier city. In many cases, Maotai Wuliangye is also sold by quota. Even four-star hotels like International Hotel may not have them—it can be said that there are not. Money can buy it.

This can be regarded as embarrassing the female subordinate. After listening to the order, she scratched her head and thought of where to get wine.

After checking the tobacco and alcohol in the private room, that Popov started to wander around the room again, and finally pointed to the TV and said: "These programs are incomprehensible, you should play some Soviet songs, such as " Katyusha, Troika and the like.”

After splitting their heads, they hurriedly translated for Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted his heart to the ground: "This is easy to handle—that so-and-so, you go get some older Soviet videotapes, the kind of Soviet songs-if you remember well, we have them in our factory, last New Year's Day There are still people singing at the party!"

Seeing that the errand was easy to handle, the people around hurriedly yelled and went to find the video tape.

At this time, Popov nodded, saying that he was generally satisfied with the situation in the private room, and he would go to the bathroom next time.

When the translator translated these words to Zhao Tiezhu, Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but startled: "What is he doing in the latrine? What's so good about that place!"

But at this time Popov had already taken someone to the bathroom.

Zhao Tiezhu hurriedly greeted everyone and followed.

The leaders of those food factories talked one after another.

"What's the point of this toilet?"

"The hobbies of these foreigners are quite unique."

"Maybe it's faultfinding, and I want to show us off!"

"In such a big hotel, the toilet must be fine!"

"Come on, let's see what they're up to!"

A group of people yelled, followed that Russian ghost Popov, and walked towards the bathroom outside the private room.

(End of this chapter)