On Monday afternoon, as usual, it was a regular meeting of the Rongya District Industrial Bureau.

"Old Zhou," Zhou Feng and the secretary of Haicheng Brewery in the same district got off the bike. "How are you doing recently?" His face was filled with concern, not a false condom.

"It's okay." Zhou Fenghe smiled and walked into the building before he took off his cotton gloves and scarf.

"I didn't expect that you Rongya Beer has survived, it's not easy," the other party sighed, "Now the streets are full of your Rongya beer shouting..."

Zhou Feng and the two knew each other when they were in the fertilizer factory. He understood that the other party had no malice and was not ridiculous. Both of them were breweries, but they actually had opinions about the tobacco and alcohol company. Now Rong Beer was stuck in the neck by the tobacco and alcohol company, and Haicheng Brewery was also sad.

"You guy is tough and dares to slap the table with Sun Kuirong..."

Well, when he thought of Qin Dong, Zhou Fenghe smiled, "Young man, you are bullied and can't control his anger..." He said it very tactfully, but immediately attracted a series of ridicule from the Secretary of Haicheng Beer, "You are just protecting your kids openly and secretly! By the way, how much can you sell beer in a day?" This is what he was trying to ask for by holding Zhou Fenghe.

Zhou Fenghe thought for a while and said a number. Well? The party branch secretary of Haicheng Brewery was surprised, "You just shouted to sell in the alley in the alley, which is equivalent to half of our sales per day? Then your alley is worth it!"

Zhou Fenghe smiled. The alley was worth it. Although he took out two cents per bottle to reward employees and their families, the factory still made a profit, and even if it was given to the tobacco and alcohol company, it was more than that...

Zhou Fenghe smiled all the way into the conference room. The whole district was watching the war between Rong Beer and the Tobacco and Liquor Company. Now Rong Beer has not only not fallen, but also sells its beer all over the world. This made some factory directors in the district shake their heads and some appreciate it, but most people still can't resist this. It's natural for beer to be sold by the tobacco and liquor company. What's the right to sell? Why do you want that?

"A year is almost over, and New Year's Day is coming in one month," Wang Congjun, director of the Industrial Bureau, sat down with a smile. He glanced at Zhou Fenghe who was spreading his book. "Time flies so fast. My family has already started preparing for the New Year's Day program..."

He said it lightly, and everyone was not surprised. Wang Congjun's wife is a music teacher from a middle school in the district. She has a good voice and often participates in the city-wide performances of the education system. "She, this year she is still a solo, Guo Lanying's Nanniwan..."

Oh, everyone's eyes changed a little, and Director Wang seemed to have something to say.

"This song is great. Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing," Wang Congjun smiled, "We don't rely on either of us, we just rely on ourselves..."

Oh, everyone understands that Wang Congjun is expressing his attitude in the district and is also supporting Rongya Beer in disguise!

"Okay, well said!"

When Zhou Fenghe finished the meeting and conveyed the spirit of the bureau, Chen Shifa couldn't help but shout, "Only by doing it yourself can you have enough food and clothing. How good is the old man? Qin Dong mobilizes the employees and mobilizes all our employees, departments, workshops, and logistics, as long as there is no work in their hands, they go to the alleys on the street to sell me beer!"

Soon, bicycles loaded with beer rushed out of the factory gate. Those with bicycles rode bicycles, those without bicycles pulled the floor tray in the factory, and those without bicycles simply carried a bundle of beer on the bus...

...

Another morning, Liu Zhi delivered food to Wu Geng, so Qin Dong chose to buy a few fried dough sticks to make up for his breakfast.

"The head of the college student is here?" Luo Ling was frying fried dough sticks. He looked up and saw Qin Dong, "Where is my little kettle?"

"It's in the factory." Qin Dong looked at the store. It was indeed different from before, with earth-shaking changes. "I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"Whoever wants you to bring it here is to remind you not to forget to eat fried dough sticks!" Luo Ling smiled crisply, "Now the streets are full of your Rongya Beer..." She also heard about the conflict between Rongya Beer and the tobacco and alcohol company in the commercial system.

Qin Dong stuffed a fried dough stick into his mouth, "You don't have it here, your store can also sell my beer!"

"I'll sell it if you take it!" Luo Ling answered very simply.

"Okay, I'll give you twenty bundles first," Qin Dong smiled as he watched Luo Ling cut the face with a knife, "Comrade Luo Ling, have you ever thought about changing the unit?"

"Go to work?" Luo Ling stroked the scattered hair back with the back of his hand and smiled, "I can only fry fried dough sticks, but I can't brew beer..."

Qin Dong smiled and said nothing. In the morning, he didn't go to the factory, but rode his sling around the streets. He saw Xia Yu, Lu Xuguang, Gao Zhanguang, and Du Xiaoju...

"Why are you here?" Du Xiaoju's eyes were bright, and her orange-red scarf made her face brighter and more fair-looking.

"My sister is also a family member..." Du Xiaoshu answered without Du Xiaoju's answer.

"Go." Du Xiaoju didn't know if it was frozen or shy, and her cheeks turned red.

Qin Dong didn't say anything, and drove away with his shoulder, but he drove back after a while. He didn't get out of the car, and handed over two pieces of roasted sweet potatoes. Du Xiaoju took it. Qin Dong turned the handlebar and drove to another alley...

"Sister, stop looking, the figure is gone." Du Xiaoshu first waved Du Xiaoju with his hands, and then snatched the steaming roasted sweet potatoes...

Du Xiaoju felt warm in her heart. She pushed the bicycle embarrassedly, but just as the two of them turned into another Hu, both the siblings turned cold, "Sun Kuirong?"

When Du Xiaoshu shouted, Sun Kuirong also saw the brother and brother. He did not recognize Du Xiaoju, but he recognized Du Xiaoshu. There was no way. The group of egrets on the blue sky impressed him too much.

"The family members are on the battlefield too!" He glanced at Du Xiaoshu with a cold face, "Go back and tell Qin Dong that this trick is useless! Unless your Rongya Brewery stops production!"

"Sister, what does he mean?" Du Xiaoshu looked at Sun Kuirong's back and picked up a stone from the ground. Du Xiaoju quickly stopped him. She stared at Sun Kuirong and his group's backs, "I don't know, go and tell you Brother Dong."

Du Xiaoshu did not find Qin Dong, and Chen Shifa and Zhou Fenghe did not find Qin Dong either. There was no one in the sales department, and the sound of a shoulder can't be heard on the street.

Everyone in the factory didn't know where he went.

Chen Shifa and Zhou Fenghe stood in front of the warehouse door, with both expressions of solemn expressions, and next to them was Zhang Qingmin, the director of the filling workshop, who also had solemn expressions.

A lot of inventory has been released these days. The beer outside the warehouse has been sold out, and a lot of beer from Curry has also been sold.

However, this year's production plan has not been completed yet. To complete the production task at the end of the year, we can only continue to produce beer. In other words, even if the beer cannot be sold, we must complete the production plan!

This is what the economy of this era looks like!

Looking at the newly-entered beer, the warehouse became nervous again. In the cold wind, the beer was placed outside the warehouse and the bottle would be frozen to pieces in one night...

"Old Chen, do you have to think of other ways?" Zhou Fenghe was worried, "Or, the consequences are unimaginable."

Chen Shifa's hair was blown around by the cold wind. He took out a cigarette but did not fire several times. "What's the unimaginable? At worst, I can come to ask others for help. At worst, I can write a resignation report and leave," he looked at Zhou Fenghe, "I'll leave, you stay,... Rongbie stay!"
Chapter completed!