Zhong Xiaoyong stood in front of Qin Dong nervously, looking at his familiar brother Dong, and listening to the rustling sound of him rubbing the beer bottle cap in his hand.

This is Qin Dong's habit. Every time he attacks a market in one place, he will put the bottle cap in his hand. Whenever he defeats a brewery, he will always paste the other party's trademark on the wall.

"Okay, call everyone together and have a short meeting. I have something to say." Qin Dong stood up with a smile, but reached out to bounce Zhong Xiaoyong's head, just like when he was a child, as intimate as if he was a child, as if he was against the sky.

At that time, Zhong Xiaoyong was never afraid when fighting. No one could beat them with Brother Dong and Brother Guang.

Zhong Xiaoyong covered his head stupidly and looked at his brother Dong.

"Now, I announce a personnel appointment, and Zhong Xiaoyong becomes the deputy manager of the Shanghai Division."

Wow—

Everyone was stunned. Some of them lay down, some were having midnight snacks, and some were playing poker. When they heard this personnel appointment, they picked instant noodles on chopsticks and could no longer be given in the import. They held the poker in their hands and threw them at some point.

"This appointment will take effect immediately now." At night, Qin Dong's voice was as loud as ever. He looked at Zhong Xiaoyong, who was stunned, "Below, everyone will follow your command. You are Eisenhower of our Qinwan. Start tomorrow, and the Normandy Landing Battle will be launched!"

"Boe Tao Aman back to his hometown!" Du Xiaoshu immediately added.

But Wang Xinjun smoked his cigarette, "Isn't this Tao Aman's hometown?"

Everyone laughed out loud, but they were also staring at the newly promoted deputy manager of the Shanghai Division. The former Zhong Xiaoyong was not even the section chief of the division, but he was promoted to three levels in a row!

Zhao Mudan was also surprised. She didn't know what Zhong Xiaoyong said to Qin Dong, but it seemed that this kid had already found Normandy.

Zhong Xiaoyong's face turned red, tears whirled in his eyes, and he patted his chest heavily, "Dong...Mr. Qin, just look." He looked at Zhao Mudan, "Sister Mudan, I want to pull all our grenades up..."

...

The dance hall in Shanghai is also open during the day, but everyone still has to work during the day, and it is the time to be popular at night.

Zhong Xiaoyong had to admire Zhao Mudan's ability to push the ground. In the afternoon, a poster of Rong Beer was posted on the doors of thousands of dance halls in Shanghai. Moreover, the number of posters continued to increase. Zhao Mudan would not stop without posting all the dance halls in Shanghai.

The night fell quietly. When several young Shanghai men and women dressed in modern clothes walked into the Nine Heavens, they suddenly saw the poster posted on the door of the dance hall.

“Shanghai dance hall event:

Tonight, the most singular beer in Shanghai will bring you good luck..."

The poster is very simple, without any fancy things, but just twenty words have successfully captured the hearts of these young men and women.

When you walk into the dance hall, only neon lights are constantly flashing, and only music is constantly ringing.

"Manager Pi, what is the most singular beer?" A young man walked to the front desk and stared at the beer on the counter.

"Then, this kind of Rongya Beer." The manager replied, pressing the calculator quickly.

"Such a small bottle is like a grenade. How much does it cost to have a bottle?"

"One dollar and five cents." The manager smiled and raised his head, "The most tone-tongued beer will bring you good luck."

"Oh, one yuan and five cents," the female companion who came with her looked at the beer in the hands of the young man, "It's so expensive!"

The manager looked up at them and stopped talking. No matter whether it was the most singular beer, as long as it could be sold, he would not care about it even if it was fifteen yuan per bottle.

But if you can't sell it, I'm sorry, please don't send beer to me again!

"Beer with a tone, 330 ml, small bottle of beer..." The young man seemed to be thinking about something, and it took him a long time to put down the beer in his hand.

As more and more people were coming, the atmosphere in the dance hall became lively, but the temperature gradually increased.

After the dance, the young man pulled the young man to the seat next to him affectionately. He didn't know what he said in the young man's ear, which made the young man shyly twist him. The young man stood up and walked to the counter with satisfaction, "Two bottles of soda, no," he looked at the Rongya beer behind the counter, "Give me a bottle of the most singular beer..."

He sold two dollars on the counter and found another 25 cents. The young man returned to his seat with a beer with great fighting spirit.

"One dollar and five cents beer!" The young woman took the soda and then saw the beer in his hand, "Treat death."

"It's nothing, isn't it just a bottle of beer?" The young man opened the beer with a sip. He gently drank like a soda. "Oh, this beer is good," the taste was light and refreshing, which was very suitable for his taste. He raised his neck and poured half a bottle of beer into his mouth, but this was equivalent to the usual capacity of a glass.

"Treat death," the young woman smiled and looked at him with a grudge, but that looked full of admiration, "Drink so much in one breath..."

Is it too much?

The young man looked at the bottle of wine in surprise, and he immediately understood it. It turned out that a bottle of beer was 640 ml, but now it was 330 ml. Drinking a bottle now is equivalent to drinking half a bottle of it usually!

He drank half of the beer without hesitation, like a man, holding the small bottle in his hand. I don’t know if it was influenced by the Shanghai newspaper in the hall. He felt very polite and he also had a very manly taste!

A young man next to him saw him like this and immediately waved his hand, "Waitress, two bottles...beer!" He pointed to such a small bottle. He probably could drink eight bottles. The key is that he held the big bottle in his hand like a drunkard, and the small bottle in his hand is like a gentleman!

Oh, as the music keeps rising and falling, Rong Beer is consumed with the naked eye.

Zhong Xiaoyong, who was nervously standing in a corner of the dance hall, finally breathed a sigh of relief. This "most tone-like" grenade finally exploded the Normandy, Shanghai Dance Hall!

Although the capacity of small bottles of beer is smaller, it is more expensive than that of large bottles of Rong beer. In this way, the transportation costs brought by long distances are reduced...

Slowly singing and dancing, after a few songs, the temperature in the dance hall became higher and higher. Soon, the small bottle of beer from Rong Beer and the local soda in Shanghai became popular among young men and women.

A young man bravely held the hand of the girl he liked. In the darkness, the girl broke free for a few times, but did not break free. In desperation, she had to let him be frivolous.

The young man smiled, oh, he just drank two bottles of Rongya beer. This kind of beer with accent can really bring good luck!

He didn't know, it was actually the effect of alcohol!

Drinking to make cowards brave!

"Manager Zhong, Manager Zhong," the dance hall manager enthusiastically held Zhong Xiaoyong's hand, "Tomorrow we will have another fifty boxes, no, eighty boxes, one hundred boxes..." He never called Xiao Adi again, "May I ask, are you the sales manager of Rong Beer?"

"No, Shanghai Division... Manager!" Zhong Xiaoyong looked at the boss and replied loudly.
Chapter completed!