The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Xiangbei drove back to the company. His office was temporarily placed in the conference room. Zhang Xiangbei called Mr. Kan and Xiao Bian over.

He asked Xiao Bian and the canteen chef to go to the county town to buy food and wine. Zhang Xiangbei told Xiao Bian that the wine should be good and the food should be good. Check to see if there is any seafood. If there is no seafood in the market, go to the Renjia Hotel. Buy it here, add some money, and they will sell it to you.

Xiaobian said: "I'd better call the company and ask them to deliver it. The company has everything, so you don't have to look for it. The expressway exit from Chongqing to the county town is about the same time as ours. I go to the expressway exit to pick up the goods. .”

Zhang Xiangbei said okay, you are smarter, why didn’t I think of it, please go and make arrangements immediately.

"What are you doing tonight?" Mr. Kan asked.

"Let's eat. What can we do with good wine and good food?" Zhang Xiangbei said.

"What important guest are you inviting?"

"Please treat ourselves." Zhang Xiangbei said, "We are the vegetable sellers ourselves, can't we eat something good?"

Mr. Kan looked at him, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Zhang Xiangbei said: "Please inform me that we will be here tonight. I will invite Lao Shoutou and Li Dafu and the other four vice presidents to dinner. You and Xiao Bian will also attend. We will sit together to communicate and enhance each other's feelings."

"Where's the secretary?" Mr. Kan asked, "Do you want the secretary to come too?"

Zhang Xiangbei thought for a moment and said:

"It's better not to use it. It's just our own people in the company who can fire at night. It's not very convenient to have outsiders here, and it doesn't look good. Before I leave, I'll invite all the secretaries to the county seat for a good gathering. Thank you. Their support for us.”

Mr. Kan understood that the drink tonight might be Quanwuxing. He said yes, and Secretary Shi and I also told him to avoid misunderstanding.

Secretary Shi is the secretary of the village. He will eat in the cafeteria here in the evening. He will definitely know that Yubei Company held a banquet without calling him, which would be too disrespectful to him. This explanation is very necessary.

Zhang Xiangbei stood up and said, "I'm going home to catch up on some sleep. I don't know how much I'll be fed at night. I need to recharge my batteries."

Mr. Kan laughed loudly: "It seems that you are ready to risk everything."

"Don't laugh, you can't escape either. Don't think they will let you go." Zhang Xiangbei said.

He put his hand in his pocket and found a pack of Alishan cigarettes in his pocket. He took out the cigarette and threw it to Mr. Kan, saying:

"Taiwanese cigarettes are given to you."

Zhang Xiangbei went home and sat in bed. He first called Wu Huan and told her about the situation here. Then, he slid up and down the address book on his phone, selecting between "Dad" and "Xiaofang". After hesitating for a while, he finally called "Aunt Xiaofang".

After the phone call, Zhang Xiangbei yawned. He got up too early this morning and was a little sleepy. He fell on the bed and fell asleep soon.

Mr. Kan's call woke Zhang Xiangbei up. Zhang Xiangbei looked out the window and saw that it was getting dark. Mr. Kan said on the phone that the food was almost served and everyone was here.

Zhang Xiangbei said yes, I will come right away.

Zhang Xiangbei arrived at the company canteen. The canteen is not big. The hall outside can probably seat dozens of people. The company is also the village committee, and there are not many people in it. Everyone has gone home after get off work. There are only a few people from the village in the dining hall. Households with five guarantees sit down to eat. They have three meals a day here.

There is a box next to the dining room. Usually, some working group comes to inspect the work, or if there are important guests from the company, they will be placed here to receive them.

Zhang Xiangbei walked into the box and saw that the table full of dishes had been placed. Mr. Kan, Xiao Bian, Lao Shoutou, Li Dafu and the other two vice presidents were all sitting here. Seeing Zhang Xiangbei come in, Lao Shoutou shouted:

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is here. It's time to start eating. I'm already so hungry."

Zhang Xiangbei walked over and sat down. He said wait, wait, Mr. Shou, let me say a few words first.

Xiao Bian filled Zhang Xiangbei's glass of wine. In the evening, according to Zhang Xiangbei's request, Xiao Bian asked the Chongqing company to deliver two boxes of Wuliangye.

Zhang Xiangbei raised his cup and said:

"I would like to toast all of you with this glass of wine. You have worked hard over the past six months, and it has not been easy for anyone. In a few days, it will be the New Year, and our company has grown along with it. I thank you all!"

Everyone present raised their glasses one after another, cheered, and drank all the wine in their glasses.

"Come on, eat some food, eat some food, you can't wait any longer."

Zhang Xiangbei told Laoshoutou, who laughed loudly, picked up his chopsticks and picked up a prawn.

Zhang Xiangbei stared at a casserole on the table, unable to see what was cooking in it. He asked Xiao Bian:

"What's this?"

"Idiot chef!" Xiao Bian scolded, "The company sent a roast suckling pig, and he said it was already cold, so he stewed it in such a pot."

Zhang Xiangbei couldn't help but laugh, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece, put it in his mouth, and exclaimed: "It's not bad, it has a unique flavor. This is probably the most unique and unique roasted suckling pig."

Everyone laughed and stretched out their chopsticks to taste it.

After everyone had used their chopsticks for a while, Zhang Xiangbei raised his glass again and said:

"This second glass of wine, I would like to toast to everyone. The wine we drank tonight is famous. What do you think this wine is called?"

"What kind of wine, Mr. Zhang, just tell me." Lao Shoutou said.

"Petative wine." Zhang Xiangbei said, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh, it's really just gas wine." Zhang Xiangbei turned to Mr. Kan and said, "When I'm not here, Mr. Kan, you also hold parties like this regularly."

Mr. Kan said yes, no one can eat it.

"It's not just about eating, it's also about letting off steam. Whatever grievances everyone has in their hearts, let them out here." Zhang Xiangbei said, "I hope our company can form a culture, that is, when the door is closed, the wine table There is no big or small problem, everyone can let go of any thoughts or grievances they have, and when the door is opened and everyone goes out, everyone will be in harmony.

"You are the parents of this family. There are thousands of workers below, and thousands of pairs of eyes are looking at you. If you are at odds with each other and have conflicts in front of them, what will happen to them? They will only treat it as a joke. look.

"So I say, if you want to quarrel, you should quarrel behind closed doors. You should quarrel while drinking. The grievances in your heart will be released, and you will feel happy after drinking. Go home and have a good sleep, and you will feel comfortable when you wake up."

"I still have a headache when I wake up," Li Dafu said.

Zhang Xiangbei deliberately stabbed him: "Is it because you've been drinking too much that you have a headache, or is it because you haven't reported a lot of invoices?"

The others all laughed, and Li Dafu blushed. He glared at Zhang Xiangbei and cursed: "Fuck you..."

Zhang Xiangbei laughed loudly and said, "That's what I want you to do. When you release the air, you have to release it like this. Come on, you continue."

When Zhang Xiangbei said this, Li Dafu lost his temper. He was stunned and said:

"You didn't even fart, why are you so angry? I'll drink with you."

"Okay, what's there to be afraid of when you drink?" Zhang Xiangbei said.

"I will hold the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China with you, and we will leave three in a row."

Li Dafu said proudly, thinking in his heart, I can't fucking arm-wrestle you, how can I drink alcohol?

Zhang Xiangbei drained the wine in his hand and said, "This is my toast to you. I'll drink it first. Then we'll drink. Mr. Li, let's go three."

After finishing three drinks with Li Dafu, the old man toasted Zhang Xiangbei. Then Mr. Chen and Mr. Wang also toasted Zhang Xiangbei. Mr. Kan and Xiao Bian had a casual chat with Zhang Xiangbei. Li Dafu followed up with another. When they came to pay their respects, the four village directors made the same appointment and started a round-robin battle with Zhang Xiangbei and Mr. Kan Xiaobian.

The seven people at a table were naturally divided into two groups. Zhang Xiangbei and Mr. Kan were on the defensive side, and the other four village directors and deputy chiefs were on the attacking side.

During this meal, we didn’t drink the gassy wine that Zhang Xiangbei said. We didn’t talk much, but drank a lot of wine. In the end, several people were swaying around drunk, and finally drank as much as Zhang Xiangbei. It's good to know this guy's drinking capacity.

Xiao Bian called someone and drove the other four back. He and Zhang Xiangbei helped Mr. Kan to his office. They lay down on the sofa, turned on the air conditioner, covered themselves with coats, and Xiao Bian also A trash can was placed next to his head and he was told to vomit in the bucket.

The two of them walked outside. Xiao Bian wanted to drive, but Zhang Xiangbei said: "It's such a small distance, why drive? Let's walk back."

The two of them walked home and drank a lot of liquor. Their bodies were on fire. The cold night wind blew over them and they felt indescribably comfortable.

While walking on the road, Zhang Xiangbei said to Xiao Bian: "Tomorrow, remember to send two bottles of Wuliangye to Secretary Shi."

Xiaobian said okay, I understand.

Zhang Xiangbei added: "Also, you should quietly find out what the debt situation is in Laoshoutou and his villages, especially when they were in office."

Xiao Bian said yes, and then asked: "Why, you want to throw away money?"

"No, I want to see how much pressure they are under." Zhang Xiangbei said.

Xiao Bian nodded and kept nodding.

When we came out from the front, Xiao Bian was fine. He was blown by the cold wind while walking on the road. Xiao Bian reacted. He suddenly rushed to the road, squatted down, vomited, and staggered. Zhang Xiangbei supported him. , worried that he would collapse to the ground.

After he finished vomiting, he retched and couldn't vomit anything anymore. Zhang Xiangbei helped him up. Xiao Bian's consciousness was no longer clear.

Zhang Xiangbei helped Xiao Bian home and laid him down on the bed. As soon as he fell down, Xiao Bian suddenly woke up again and said to him:

"Mr. Zhang, it's okay. I'm okay. You can go and rest."

"Is everything okay?" Zhang Xiangbei asked.

"It's really nothing." Xiaobian said, "I still remember you asked me to find out the debt situation of these villages, and you had to keep it secret, right? Also, let me give Wuliangye..."

Zhang Xiangbei laughed, nodded and said, "It seems that you are really fine, so I won't care about you."

Zhang Xiangbei walked out of the small side room and closed the door. When he saw that the door was open, he wanted to go over and close it. When he walked to the door, the cold wind blowing in from the outside made people feel nostalgic, so Zhang Xiangbei simply walked out. , he saw a stone bench under the peach tree in the yard, Zhang walked north and sat down.

Zhang Xiangbei looked up at the peach trees above his head. Compared with the night sky leaking from the branches and leaves, the night sky in the countryside was different from that in the city. It looked particularly high and distant. The branches and leaves of the peach trees were swaying in the wind, as if tearing the night sky apart. , to tear it into pieces.

Zhang Xiangbei was very familiar with this peach tree. He heard it from his mother and Aunt Xiaofang. He also saw this peach tree more than once in Xiaoshu's paintings.

Zhang Xiangbei sat there, thinking blankly, the leaves above his head rustled, and sometimes it seemed like someone was whispering, and sometimes it seemed like someone was sighing.

Zhang Xiangbei actually heard someone sighing. He turned around and looked around, but there was no one there. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the person who sighed just now was actually himself.

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