National Beer

In Qinwan in October, the weather has obviously turned cooler, but in the evening on the Murder Street, motorcycles are still roaring and the passenger flow is bustling. Now the people of Qinwan have regarded eating at Murder Street as a status symbol, which last night Having eaten in Murder Street, I will brag for a long time the next day.

"We want a beer, the mayor's drink, Qin Dianzi's beer."

Zheng Haifeng pulled a hundred bundles of beer from the second branch back to Murder Street, and was in the backyard with his wife, when the guests in front shouted.

"The beer from the second branch, we drink from the second factory." Someone shouted directly, even more happily.

Zheng Haifeng strode in from the backyard, first scattered a few cigarettes for the guests, and then proudly patted his chest, "The beer from the second factory, no one else's on this street, Ming Cuiliu and my old Zheng's family must have it. How many years have I been with Qin Dong..."

"Then go, wait." The guests also know that the two restaurants are next to each other.

"Then I can tell you in advance, the beer is definitely authentic from the second factory," he took a few bottles of beer, "this is from the second factory, this is from the first factory, this is from the main factory, drink a bottle The second factory matches two bottles from the main factory, and two bottles from the one factory..."

"Okay," the guests were also unambiguous, and they said that the beer from the second factory was delicious, and you shouldn't lose face in front of the guests. Isn't the treat just to invite a face to drink friendship?, "Then first go to five bottles of beer from the second factory..."

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When Bai Qi from Yangcun District pulled the beer from the second factory back to his wholesale department, the shopkeepers and small restaurant owners who came after hearing the news blocked his door, and even the people who had received the news came to join in the fun.

"Is this really the second factory's beer?" A shopkeeper looked at the beer in the wholesale department. They were all brands of Rongpi. You don't know if it's from the second factory if you don't drink it.

"It's all from the second factory," Bai Qi is unambiguous. "When Qin Dianzi was the sales section chief, we were buddies. Only I could get the beer from the second factory.... I lied? You'll know if you drink it. ?"

"I want twenty bundles first." A shopkeeper wanted to squeeze from behind while holding up the banknotes, but the people in front weren't willing to give him a chance. The crowd was so jammed that he could not move his legs.

"Twenty bundles, okay, let's say it in advance. The factory's one is a dollar and a cent. The second factory's is a bottle of two cents. Each bottle is expensive." Bai Qiyangyang Looking at the beer in the wholesale department proudly, he has no worries about selling it.

The price of the main factory and the first branch to the wholesalers is one and five cents per bottle. They add a dime to take out. Now the second branch’s beer bottle is charged with a dime, and Bai Qi is directly on this basis. Raised a dime.

"A bottle is a quarter of a quarter, which is a dime expensive." Many retail customers started to weigh them. After thinking about it slowly, they started to register and pay.

"I said, Lao Liu, if you get a hairy, you get a hairy. Anyway, the wool comes out of the sheep. Some people want you to be afraid of it, but it's up to one dollar per bottle.

"That's right, give me twenty bundles."

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Looking at the crowded heads and the banknotes in his hand, he was happy when he started. Following Qin Dong, he can make money. He immediately told the girlfriend he just found, "You watch here and collect the money. Go to the factory."

He was thinking of bringing back some beer from the second branch, but he could think of this trick, and these retailers could also think of it.

"Yes, go directly to the second branch to pick up the goods, and you can save a dime per bottle..."

"Then let's go directly to the second branch for wholesale, see if it can be cheaper there..."

"Go, go now, what are you doing in a daze?"

...

With the loud noises, the crowd slowly loosened up, and they just did what they said, and many people began to rush towards the second branch.

In October, beer sales had just entered the off-season, but the second branch of Rongpi officially entered the peak season.

When it was a sugar factory, the front door of the factory was dilapidated and desolate, and groups of sparrows were looking for food here all day long.Nowadays, wholesale and retail households are directly rushing to the front of the factory, and the cars in the factory are blocked. Gao Zhandong can only lead a team from the Security Department to clear the crowd. Anyway, the vehicles that transport raw materials can get in. , The beer truck can go out.

Standing in the corridor of the office building, watching the bustling crowd outside, the scene of selling beer in the winter of 1986 seemed to repeat itself.

"Huang Bo, tell these retailers that they can only get beer from wholesalers!" Sales is a level-one-level system. Once the system is established, it is necessary to maintain it. This is a rule and a principle.

"Director Qin, here are the financial statements you want." Qin Dong sat down in the office and Zou Yuchen walked in with a grin, and handed Qin Dong the red and black cardboard notebook with both hands.

Well, looking at the red and green tables, Qin Dong is also calculating in his heart, the second branch plant can produce 10,000 tons of beer per year, the annual industrial output value can reach more than four and five million yuan, and the profit is almost fifty. Ten thousand yuan, more than 4.2 million yuan in profits and taxes turned over to the district...

He signed a contract with the main factory, and the contract stipulated that if the annual profit of 300,000 yuan was handed in to the main factory, the contract task would be completed.

Half of the 300,000 yuan is returned to the second branch factory, and I can have more than 200,000 yuan per year. Specifically, it will cost more than 20,000 yuan a month...

"The people who make the country, leave enough for the collective, and the rest are their own..." This sentence is ok, I didn't realize it before, but now Qin Dong feels that this sentence is more and more exciting!

Now the whole factory is working overtime to produce. If this bottle of beer increases by a dime, the profit can be doubled, and then more than 400,000 yuan will be left every year, specifically about 40,000 yuan per month...

Qin Dong picked up the cup that Chen Shifa had given him and drank, and closed the financial statement with a smile, "Old Zou, you go and bring a word to the chefs in the cafeteria."

"What are you talking about?" Zou Yuchen asked with a smile.

"The whole factory is working overtime, tell the chefs in the cafeteria, don't save money in the factory, stew braised pork and stew big Spanish mackerel at night. Workers can only be motivated if they eat well..."

Zou Yuchen smiled and went, and walked out of Qin Dong's office, his throat moved involuntarily. How long has it been since he had eaten braised pork?Now the prices of meat, eggs, fish, and vegetables have kept rising, and there is no smell of minced meat or fishy smell on the table of every household!

Now, this young factory manager wants the whole factory to eat braised pork?Eat big Spanish mackerel?

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Qin Dong's words, no, it was the braised pork and the big Spanish mackerel like two big rocks, which quickly caused ripples in the lake of the second branch factory. The ripples began to ripple from noon and did not dissipate until the evening.

To be precise, starting in the afternoon, the smell of braised pork and mackerel wafted from the canteen of the factory. The smell of the meat and the umami of the fish were mixed, which directly stimulated the rapid increase in the digestive juices of the workers to the point When it was time for dinner in the evening, the workers rushed from the workshop to the cafeteria with their lunch boxes and bowls.