National Beer

The meaning of a profiteer is to be shoddy, lack a small amount of catty, and even be kidnapped...

Zhou Fenghe looked at Qin Dong, and the tall young factory manager in front of him was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He sat like a clock and walked like the wind. He really didn't look like a profiteer!

"Five yuan?" Chen Shifa smiled. He shook the beer in his glass. "Five yuan, can you sell it? Who will buy you a bottle of beer for five yuan?"

"My salary is one hundred and forty-five a month, and I can buy three bundles of beer!" Xu Zhen whispered, but at this time he can't add blockage to Qin Dong. Qin Dong is the factory's general dispatcher, and so is his friend. His leadership.

"Someone will buy it." Qin Dong smiled.

"Okay," Chen Shifa glanced at him, "I wanted to come and taste the beer from your second factory, and then I will get two bottles before I leave. Well, I dare not take it now..."

But no, Zhou Fenghe became serious. A bottle is five yuan, two bottles is ten yuan, and a bundle is fifty. Isn't this a mistake?

"Can you sell it?" Wu Geng smiled, but he immediately answered his question for Qin Dong, "Reform and opening up, the people have money in their hands..."

"If you have money, no one would drink a bottle of beer for five yuan!" Chen Shifa took a sentence and walked outside. He was originally here today, but it really disappointed him. Qin Dong was a little bit ignorant.

Qian Yimin, Liu Hongbing, Huang Bo and others watched the head of the factory leave, and they all watched Qin Dong, but no one doubted Qin Dong at the second factory, and it seemed that what Qin Dong determined had not yet been unsuccessful.

The sky gradually darkened, and dogs barking came not far away.

When Santana drove outside the gate of the biscuit factory, Qin Dong got out of the car.Du Xiaoju came with a bag of things and smiled. Before he came close, Qin Dong could smell the scent of dim sum.

"Biscuit, not calcium milk biscuit!"

"Well, moon cakes." Du Xiaoju smiled and opened the paper bag, took out a moon cake, broke the pieces and stuffed it into Qin Dong's mouth, "Five-ren, is it fragrant?"

It's almost August 15th, and the biscuit factory will also produce mooncakes in response to the occasion.

In the 1950s and 1960s, the mooncakes in Qinwan were made by the recipes developed by each company. The styles and tastes of the mooncakes were very different. In the mooncake making world, there were Shanghai Gang, Beijing Gang, Yantai Gang and Foreign Gang.

"The senior master of our factory, worked as an apprentice in Mars before liberation." This is a Western-style pastry factory run by a Russian. "The moon cakes in our factory are under his guidance."

Well, crispy skin, fragrant, big, simple in appearance, but it tastes delicious.

"I also have good things here," Qin Dong said as he drove, "Today, my ginseng beer is out, and we eat moon cakes and beer in the evening."

Mooncake is beer?

Du Xiaoju laughed. He really hadn't heard of this way of eating, but Qin Dong said that there was one.

"Sister, what is this?" The mooncake was brought back to Zhongjiawa. Du Xiaoshu took a bite and picked out the green red silk inside.

"Well," Du Xiaoju smiled. When it comes to biscuits, mooncakes and pastries, she is considered a half expert. "This is radish, mustard greens, orange peel, or winter melon, watermelon and other ingredients soaked in salted lime water. Good day, let it dry before dyeing, and finally stir with sugar, mainly for good-looking..."

Ah, lime?

Du Xiaoshu slapped his mouth and put the red and green silk aside.

"Director Qin is at home?" The door knocker was snapped. It was time for dinner. Du Xiaoshu jumped up without Qin Dong's instructions, but the door was pushed open. Yan Guozhong and the technician Lu from the factory walked in. .

"Director Qin, I said that heaven came, but Secretary Yan insisted on pulling me over at night..."

"Come on, it's all a family." Du Yuan smiled and gave Yan Guozhong and Technician Lu a stool.

"Well, Director Qin, this is the cardboard box you want. Take a look." Yan Guozhong trembled his eyebrows. Although he was serious, his voice couldn't hide his joy.

"Oh," Qin Dong took it over. This is the carton sample he asked for, "Well, yes, yes, Lu Gong, Secretary Yan, sit down and try the moon cakes."

Du Xiaoju smiled and brought the mooncake over. The two humbly gave up a piece of the mooncake, and each of them picked up a piece of mooncake and said, "Well, it's delicious." Huang Chengcheng, the fragrant mooncake was eaten in the mouth, and both of them seemed to be touching the taste of mooncake .

"Little tree, bring the beer." Qin Dong said.

There are two sizes of domestic beer, one is 640ml, the other is 355ml, domestic production is almost all 640ml beer bottles, 355ml is only used for export beer and some special supply needs.

Qin Dong took the wine bottle, put it in the carton, and closed the lid of the carton. Well, the carton became a suitcase in a blink of an eye.

"This is called a portable gift box." Qin Dong smiled, packing the gift box.

Oh, Du Xiaoshu is very interested. Can this carton still be played like this?

"Lu Gong, the painting of Chang'e on the top is very beautiful," Qin Dong pointed to the top of the carton, "this is the ginseng, can it be bigger?"

"No problem." Lu Gong smiled. He took a sip of the tea that Du Xiaoju poured. "This makes it clearer."

"Well, also, the words like this are printed on the side of the box." Qin Dong saw Wu Geng also walk into Du's house, "Beer itself contains protein, glucose, and vitamins, which can appetite and invigorate the spleen, help digestion, and use ginseng. Performance, long-term drinking, can nourish vitality, nourish blood and fitness, dispel coolness and detoxification, invigorate the brain, relieve fatigue, prolong lifespan, and benefit patients suffering from arteriosclerosis, hypertension, cerebral hemorrhage, and gastroptosis..."

"Wait," Wu Geng smiled when he heard Qin Dong like an announcer, "What are you pretending to be here?"

He took the box Qin Dong handed over and opened it. It was still ginseng beer, "Grandma's, I don't know, I thought you were selling Shiquan Dabu pills!"

"Have you seen Qin Beer's old advertisement?" Qin Dong gestured to hit him on the head with beer. Du Xiaoshu also raised the bottle behind Wu Geng. Du Xiaoju smiled and slapped his younger brother, "Go away."

The TV commercial of Qin Beer in the 50s said, "Qin Beer is liquid bread. Drinking Qin Beer often is not only harmless, but can strengthen the body. It can not only appetite and strengthen the spleen, but also treat beriberi, rheumatism, gastrointestinal diseases..."

"Fuck you," Wu Geng picked up a piece of moon cake himself, "tomorrow I will ask Ling Xian, if you lie to me, I will..." He fiercely stuffed the moon cake into Qin Dong's mouth.

"It happens to be together for dinner," Qin Dong finally swallowed the mooncakes, "Secretary Yan and Lu Gong also taste our ginseng beer."

With ginseng beer, Yan Guozhong opened his eyes wide and watched the ginseng beer taken out of the box. He understood why the ginseng pattern was printed, that is, it was filled with ginseng beer.

"Then how much do you sell for this box?" Wu Geng asked again.

In a gift box are two bottles of ginseng beer. According to Qin Dong's morning, a bottle of beer is five yuan, "eleven yuan and eight." Qin Dongdao, the box also has a cost and cannot lose money.

"Is it twelve yuan to buy your two bottles of beer?" Wu Geng smiled, "I think you are losing money."