National Beer

Qinwan, Rongya District, Murder Street.

Needless to say, Zheng Haifeng just raised his arms, and the small red flags of "Rong Beer Monopoly" were hung on the murder street.

The golden font and the red flag, hunting and dancing in the sea breeze, are very beautiful.

...

Fat aunt has a way to fat aunt.

She rode a tricycle violently, her swollen body pressed the tricycle "squeak", and she took out dozens or hundreds of four-inch color and black and white photos in her pocket. This is her "unique weapon".

"Old Liu's," she smiled and took off the tricycle, "Come on, come on, I have another young man on hand. The young man is in the freezer factory. The efficiency of the factory is getting better. Look, how much energy is the young man... …"

The women chatting in the shop all came out and looked at the photo in the hands of the fat aunt. The young man in the photo had thick eyebrows and small eyes, and looked very frugal.

One woman smiled, "This guy...tsk..."

"Let your nephew and daughter take a look at the photos first... I'll talk about whether you are successful or not, I still have goods in my hands..." The fat aunt proudly took out a stack of photos, "Hey, I said, the old Cheng family, in the future Your store can't sell other beer, just sell my rong beer..."

The old Cheng’s, the owner of this shop, smiled, “Why, don’t let people drink other beer?”

"The Rong beer is so delicious, so drink the Rong beer," the fat aunt took the old Cheng's hand affectionately, "Drink Rongya beer often, happy all year round! Don't you want to be lucky?"

Auspicious, can you not?

The old Cheng’s family was still hesitating, and a few women next to him began to help. “I’m told by the old grandson, isn’t it just a few bottles of beer?” The fat aunt is surnamed Sun. Everyone calls her fat aunt, but her surname is very few. Remember it.

The fat aunt helps them introduce people to their sons and relatives, and they have to reciprocate.

"Yeah, I heard that the leaders in the city are drinking Rong Beer. What awards did they get?"

"Is Rong Beer a city or a province, a ministry or a country," the fat aunt hurriedly pointed to the Rongya beer in the car, "Look, look at it..."

"Okay." These years, the trophy is equal to the common people's word of mouth, and the woman from the store owner, Cheng's family, finally agreed.

"Tomorrow, introduce someone to your second boy, who is pretty..." The fat aunt unloaded ten cases of beer and started a joke.

"My second kid only went to junior high..." The old Cheng family was helpless.

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Qinwan, Yangcun District.

In front of Bai Qi's wholesale point, a group of people riding bicycles and tricycles gathered together. They were all neighbors and friends, and they were also "foreign aid" invited by Bai Qi.

China is a society of human relations. Children who have no parents or mothers grow up in vain and become home early. This is something that I still have experience with.

Qin Wan is so big, maybe, you can climb up with relatives and talk about friends with a twist.

"Tell them, our Rong Beer package delivery, that is, at 12 o'clock in the evening, if you want a Rong Beer, we will deliver it home! Everyone has a good foundation, as long as you tell a restaurant or a store to sell our Rong Beer, you will be rewarded two yuan. Money, if you say ten families, twenty yuan, if you say one hundred families, I will give you one hundred yuan directly!"

One hundred yuan!

The person in front of the wholesale point soon disappeared!

Rumbling--

In the early spring, the sea breeze was very strong and the sun was very good. Bai Qi riding on a motorcycle opened his eyes wide. He first came to the most famous restaurant in Yangcun District.

"Lao Song, Lao Song..." Bai Qi exclaimed. He is very familiar with this restaurant, and he doesn't run here often.

"Manager Bai, came over for dinner before noon?" Old Song greeted him with a smile.

"What are you going to eat, I brought you beer," Bai Qi smiled and took out the cigarette and handed it over. "In the future, when will your beer be delivered by me, it will be the New Year’s Eve. My wife gave birth to a child. I don’t have a lot of your beer."

"This, this," Lao Song looked at Bai Qi in surprise, "Didn't I always buy from you?"

"Yes, you buy from me," Bai Qi immediately climbed up the pole, "I will pack all your restaurant and beer in the future."

"You mean we can't sell... other beer?" Lao Song was even more surprised.

"Do they bring their beer to your door? Are they city, provincial, ministry, or national?" Bai Qi looked at his heart, but his mouth was very neat, "You, go to the tobacco and alcohol company by yourself. Purchase, I feel uncomfortable for you!"

This is the truth. Old Song hesitated. He was a businessman and immediately thought of fighting for greater interests. "You guys have beer, it tastes good, what you sell is not for sale! But you see, there are many people in the store, and the cup is not broken today. One is to smash one tomorrow..."

Bai Qi spit out a puff of cigarettes. How serious is it for him, "In this way, I will cover all the cups here in the future."

happy!

Lao Song accepted it with a smile. In the afternoon, in the bright sunshine of the spring afternoon, a small flag that said "Rong Beer Monopoly" was placed above the gate.

Red is very dazzling!

Oh, the reverse side of the small flag is also printed with the words "Happiness and Auspiciousness", "We can't do without happiness, don't want auspiciousness, right?" Old Song grinned to his wife.

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If you stand on the tallest building in Qinwan and look down on the city, you will find that the streets and alleys of Qinwan are full of people with beer. Whether they are paid in the factory or not, they do the same work. There may be more small red flags in every restaurant and shop in this city...

Luo Ling took Sun Yuanying and Huang Bo to the Bureau of Commerce first.

Youtiao Xishi and Beer Xishi came back with full sincerity-Rongya Beer, non-staple food stores, fruit companies, vegetable companies under the commercial system... Soon the banner of Rong Beer was planted!

The sun gradually set, and the beautiful sunset glow stained the blue sky of Qin Bay. The old long bridge was lying quietly on the sea waves, silently relative to the sunset.

In the pine forest by the sea, a few elderly people were practicing Qigong leisurely, and some people lightly bumped their backs into the trees. Several soldiers in navy costumes walked over with a joke, and the ribbons on their hats danced in the wind. .

The hotel under the commercial system, the bureau agreed to do the work, Luo Ling chose the old Changqiao Hotel to "try the knife". The old Changqiao Hotel is not under the management of the Commercial Bureau, but is managed by the Tourism Bureau.

"Director Chen has long thought that our Rong Beer could enter hotels and high-end restaurants. Today we will have a good start."

Luo Ling smiled happily, and confidently pushed open the glass door of the Old Changqiao Hotel.

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At the Rong Beer Factory in the sunset, a tide of bicycles rushed to the factory door, and the workers laughed and squabbled, and ushered in the rest of the day.

Qin Dong enthusiastically stood in front of the map again. Xu Fengwu was carefully painting the small red flags on the largest map of Qinwan that could be found. The red flags were densely packed with the map.

Qin Dong seemed to see that the small flag with "Rong Beer Monopoly" was flying in the spring wind...

Red, dazzling red, will this spring cover the entire Qinwan Bay?