At the end of November 1987, on an ordinary day, the fine raindrops were covered with scattered snowflakes, and they were dripping to the earth.

It is time to snow, and the snowy and long winter in Qinwan has just begun. In such a rainy and snowy day, unless there is something important, everyone would rather stay at home, stay in the factory, and accompany the warm stove and heating to spend the winter.

The street in front of Rongbui has long been neglected, but with the ringing of bicycles, the factory area where you get up early in the morning has become lively again.

In front of the publicity board, there was another crowd of people. The content written in black brushes on the red paper was read aloud, "...The factory promises that everyone who sells beer will be rewarded with two cents for every bottle of beer sold..."

"Two cents?" Someone looked up at the gloomy sky, and the cold snowflakes floated into his neck, and his whole body shivered.

"Good thing," someone shouted excitedly, "A bundle of beer, two bundles of twenty bottles, that is, the factory can give you 40 cents and two boxes of cigarettes. Anyway, there is a convenience store at our door, and I will take it there by the time I get off work..."

After hearing what he said, many people were moved. No one knew anyone or something. Even on the way off work or in the community where they live, there were restaurants and convenience stores. If there were too many, it would be fine. Ten or eight bottles would be fine.

"This Qin Dianzi is too close to the door. It's raining and snowing again. Why is it cost five cents a bottle?..." Someone started complaining again, but when he turned around, some employees who had finished the night shift had already run to the warehouse.

The wine from your own factory is not troublesome. The elder sister in charge of the warehouse registers and then leaves with the beer after paying the money. If you get ten bottles of beer, you will hand it over to the factory for 9.50 cents. You will also write an additional reward of 2 cents on the notebook and settle it in person the next day.

Although it was snowing lightly in the sky, the scene was very warm. "Xiao Qin, isn't this equivalent to buying beer by ourselves?" An old man in the bottle washing workshop patted the snowflakes on his head and woke up a little.

"What is this? If you sell it, isn't it because others buy our beer? Each bottle has a reward of two cents!" Qin Dong said with a smile, "Please pay attention. Beer will be sold for 951 yuan. You can't increase the price. After the price increase, the factory knows that you can't get a reward of one cent, and you will also deduct the annual bonus!"

"That's it, then give me a bundle first, ten bottles!"

"I have two bundles, and I can't bring even more bikes!"

...

On the back seat of the bicycle, some employees started to tie beer with ropes, and even more, four bottles of beer were stuffed into the canvas pockets on the front beam of the bicycle.

"Liu Jun, who do you get so much beer?" Zhang Qingmin, director of the packaging workshop, called a young worker in his workshop.

"I just shouted all over the streets. I don't believe that anyone who wants to buy will not be able to sell it..." Xiaoqing Gong replied happily.

Zhang Qingmin glanced at Qin Dong who was standing at the door of the warehouse, "This kid is thinking about this idea!" He walked past the warehouse and glanced again. He could see it with his naked eyes, but the beer piled at the door of the warehouse did not decrease much.

He looked at Lu Xuguang, Xia Yu, Gao Zhandong and others who were loading beer on the cart. In his eyes, these people couldn't write the invoice well. How did they sell beer and go around the streets and alleys, just like shouting "Sharpening scissors and kitchen knives"? Isn't this a shameful thing? Is there a state-owned factory?

Upstairs, Chen Shifa and Zhou Fenghe were also looking at the crowd in front of the publicity board, watching the workers who were off the night shift in the snow, either pushing bicycles or trotting towards the warehouse.

"Is Qin Dong the solution that he thought?" Zhou Fenghe's tone was disappointed.

He and Chen Shifa both grew up in his back, and mobilized the masses to use this kid to learn and sell it right away? Their generation and mass line, they understand the power of it better than anyone else.

"He added two cents to each bottle of beer..." Chen Shifa took out the cigarette silently. Recently, he has been smoking more and more frequently. In the middle of winter, he has been coughing.

Oh, Zhou Fenghe did not object. At the critical moment of life and death, he was not confused about major issues, nor did he count these small accounts. Before Qin Dong came back, he mobilized the masses, but he did not sell them much. Everyone just sold them to relatives, friends, neighbors and neighbors, asking them to go out to the street to shout and sell beer, or go to the convenience store to sell beer, and many people think it is embarrassing to lose the price!

They are employees of state-owned factories!

But now, only three cents are spent, everyone’s enthusiasm has been mobilized! Some young workers have already started to take action.

...

"Sell beer-"

“Beer – sell beer!”

In the snow, in the alley, there were shouts, passers-by looked at the beer on the cart in surprise. Can be sold like this, just like selling beer in a big market?

"Who wants beer? Jiumao May Day bottle!"

Looking at everyone's eyes, Xia Yu was very excited, "You can buy Jiumao May Day bottle, come quickly!"

"Young man, give me two bottles." An old man came over and took out two dollars.

"Okay, you two bottles." After shouting for a long time, it finally opened. Xia Yu was even more excited than receiving her salary on the first day. Two bottles of cold beer were handed to the old man.

"Give me two bundles." A convenience store pushed open the door, opened its hand and waved its two fingers...

...

Lu Xuguang, Gao Zhandong and others were not vague when pushing the cart. There were also young workers in the factory riding bicycles and selling beer when they saw people. For a moment, the streets and alleys in Rongya District, and the alleys, deep or shallow alleys were filled with the figures of Rongya Brewery employees, and the hawking of Rongya Brewery sounded.

The next day, when the morning glow reflected in the red east, the warehouse in the factory was already surrounded by crowds. The workers working night shifts and the families of workers working day shifts were all waiting to get beer.

"Liu Jun, I was rewarded with 96 cents yesterday!" Qin Dong solemnly handed a few tickets and steel slaughter to Xiaoqinggong, and was so happy that Liu Jun was free to do it. Anyway, he was idle when he was off work.

Now, I heard that I have made money, some families have come, riding bicycles, joining tricycles, and some pushing their own barbell bikes...

The number of people was nearly twice as high as yesterday. Rongbe also walked out of Rongya District and began to penetrate into other districts in the city.

"Beer, Rong Beer, sold Rong Beer-"

The shouts and hawkings attracted countless people to turn back and also attracted countless people to look at them, and it became a scenic spot in Qin Bay in winter.

"Secretary Qin, can we wholesale a few bundles of beer?" Seeing Rong Beer's employees hawking along the streets and alleys, several self-employed people took the initiative to come to the door.

"Everything can do, you can do it all the way!" Qin Dong agreed very happily.

On the third day, Zhang Qingmin walked past the warehouse again. Oh, he saw that the beer piled up in front of the warehouse door had disappeared, and the inventory had been opened and retreated back to the warehouse!

"This kid, okay!" He snorted and stopped.

There were many people gathered in front of the warehouse again. Everyone was talking and communicating excitedly, and their expressions were happier than during the New Year.

"How much did you earn yesterday?"

"40,000 yuan, I go to work in the morning and go out to sell wine in the afternoon..."

"I earned two yuan, two yuan! Listen to me, don't send it to acquaintances, just sell it along the alley, someone will definitely buy it..."

...

He was so angry that he wore a scarf, a cotton hat and a cotton glove, but everyone couldn't hide his excitement.

"Xiao Qin, I invite you to eat roasted sweet potatoes at noon. I will let you make money these days!" When Liu Jun saw Qin Dong, he hugged his neck.

Everyone burst into laughter. In addition to salary, everyone wants to have a subsidy. Well, now that the reputation of making money is smooth, it is still under the name of solving problems in the factory.

"Okay, I'll wait at noon." Qin Dong also joked.

He took it to the flower bed one after another and looked at the smiling faces in front of him. He knew that the battle of alleys he organized had started, and the first shot had started!
Chapter completed!