The meaning of a promiscuous businessman is to use inferior products as good products, shortage of pounds, or even cheat...

Zhou Fenghe looked at Qin Dong. The tall young factory manager in front of him was still full of thick eyebrows and big eyes, sitting like a bell and walking like the wind, not like a profiteer!

"Five dollars?" Chen Shifa smiled, and he shook the beer in the glass, "Can you sell five dollars? Who would buy you a bottle of beer that costs five dollars?"

"My salary is 145 a month, and I can buy three bundles of beer!" Xu Zhen murmured in a low voice, but at this time he could not cause trouble for Qin Dong. Qin Dong is the general dispatcher in the factory, his friend and his leader.

"Someone will buy it." Qin Dong smiled.

"Okay," Chen Shifa looked at him, "I originally wanted to come over and try the beer from your factory No. 2, and then I took two bottles of them before leaving. Okay, I dare not take them now..."

No, Zhou Fenghe became serious. One bottle is five yuan, two bottles are ten yuan, and one bundle is fifty. Isn’t this a mistake?

"Can you sell it?" Wu Geng smiled, but he immediately answered his question for Qin Dong, "There has been reform and opening up, and the people have money..."

"If you have money, no one will drink beer worth five yuan a bottle!" Chen Shifa said a word and walked outside. Today he was originally coming with excitement, but it really disappointed him. Qin Dong was a little confused.

Qian Yimin, Liu Hongbing, Huang Bo and others watched Qin Dong as the leaders of the General Factory left, but no one in the Second Factory suspected Qin Dong, and what Qin Dong believed seemed to have not been unsuccessful.

The sky gradually darkened, and there were barking sounds of dogs not far away.

Santana drove outside the factory gate of the biscuit factory, and Qin Dong got out of the car. Du Xiaoju walked over with a bag of things and smiled. Before he could get closer, Qin Dong smelled the fragrance of dessert.

"Bizzard, not calcium milk cookies!"

"Well, mooncake." Du Xiaoju smiled and opened the paper bag. Take out a mooncake and break it off and stuff it into Qin Dong's mouth? "Is it fragrant for Wuren?"

It's about to be August 15th?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         �

In the 1950s and 1960s, the mooncake production in Qinwan was all made by each company. The styles were different? The taste was also very different? In the mooncake production industry, there were Shanghai Gang, Beijing Gang, Yantai Gang and Foreign Gang.

"Master Gao from our factory worked as an apprentice in Mars before liberation." This is a Western pastry factory run by the Russians? "He guided the mooncakes in our factory."

Hum? The skin is crispy, fragrant, big, simple on the outside, but it tastes delicious.

"I have good things here too?" Qin Dong said while driving, "Is my ginseng beer available today? We will eat mooncakes and beer in the evening."

Mooncakes are beer?

Du Xiaoju smiled. I haven’t heard of this way of eating it? However, Qin Dong said that there is something.

"Sister? What is this?" Mooncakes were taken back to Zhongjiawa? Du Xiaoshu took a bite? He picked out the green and red silk inside.

"This," Du Xiaoju smiled. When talking about biscuits, mooncakes and pastries, she was half an expert. "This is radish, mustard greens, orange peel, or winter melon, watermelon and other raw materials in salted lime water for two days, dry and dye it, and finally stir with white sugar, mainly to look good..."

Ah, lime?

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

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

"Director Qin, I mean it's coming tomorrow, but Secretary Yan insists on pulling me over tonight..."

"Then come here, it's all a family." Du Yuan smiled and brought a stool for Yan Guozhong and technician Lu.

"Well, Director Qin, this is the cardboard box you want, look." Yan Guozhong's thick eyebrows shook. Although he spoke seriously, his voice could not hide his joy.

"Oh," Qin Dong took it. This was the carton sample he wanted. "Well, yes, yes, Mr. Lu, Secretary Yan, sit and taste the mooncakes."

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

"Xiaoshu, bring the beer." Qin Dongdao.

There are two specifications of domestic beer, one is 640 ml and the other is 355 ml. Almost all domestically produced beer bottles are 640 ml, and the 355 ml 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 hand-held gift box." Qin Dong smiled, and the gift box was packaged.

Oh, Du Xiaoshu is very interested. Can this cardboard box still play like this?

"Mr. Lu, the Chang'e on it is very beautiful," Qin Dong pointed to the carton, "It's this ginseng, can it be bigger?"

"No problem." Mr. Lu smiled. He took a sip of the tea poured by Du Xiaoju, "This will make it clearer."

"Well, and, there is a word like this printed on the side of the box," Qin Dong saw Wu Geng also walked into the Du family. "Beer itself contains protein, glucose, and vitamins, which can boost appetite and strengthen the spleen and help digestion. With the help of the performance of ginseng, long-term drinking can nourish vital energy, improve blood and exercise, eliminate cooling and detoxify, strengthen the brain and refresh the mind, eliminate fatigue, prolong life, and nourish patients with arteriosclerosis, hypertension, cerebral hemorrhage, gastrosagittal sagging and other... "

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

He took the box handed over by Qin Dong, opened it and saw that it was still ginseng beer. "Grandma, I don't know, I thought you were selling Shiquan Dafu Pills!"

"Have you seen the old advertisements of Qin Beer?" Qin Dong made a move to smash his head with beer. Du Xiaoshu raised the bottle behind Wu Geng. Du Xiaoju smiled and patted his brother, "Go aside."

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

"Go to you," Wu Geng picked up a mooncake himself, "I will ask Fang Lingxian tomorrow, if you lie to me, I will..." He stuffed the mooncake into Qin Dong's mouth fiercely.

"It's just right, have a meal together," Qin Dong finally swallowed the mooncakes, "Secretary Yan and Gong Lu also tasted our ginseng beer."

Yan Guozhong opened his eyes wide and watched the ginseng beer come out of the box. He understood why the ginseng pattern was printed, just because it was filled with ginseng beer.

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

There are two bottles of ginseng beer in a gift box. According to Qin Dong's morning, it costs five yuan per bottle of beer, "eleven yuan eight yuan." Qin Dongdao, the box also has a cost and cannot be compensated.
Chapter completed!