The Shanghai Battle, which lasted more than three months, came to an end.

This time, Tao Aman did not wait for the students to call, but directly called the students, Lao Ran, Li Jian, Reheman, Chen Xiaochun...

"Lao Ran, I lost..."

Tao Aman looked calm, but he held the phone in one hand and held a "grenade" tightly in the other hand. The power of this grenade is too great!

It successfully exploded the market of Qinwan dance hall, and now almost all men in Qinwan are drinking it!

For nothing else, I can brag about drinking too much, "I drank six bottles of beer today!" In fact, six bottles of beer are at most the amount of the previous three bottles of beer!

Men are the main force in drinking beer, and Rong Beer's speed of attacking cities and villages has greatly accelerated!

The guns were pressing against the forest, and the flying general entered the sky. On the 15th day of driving seven hundred miles, the Gan River was vast and the Min Mountains were blue, sweeping across thousands of troops like sweeping mats. Someone cried, but how could he sigh at the camp step by step?

Now it seems that Qin Dong is the flying general, and the person who cries to the corner is himself.

"We don't plan to win," everyone is classmates. After sleeping in the same dormitory for four years, they all know each other's tempers and nature. Lao Ran still seemed to be half-joking and half-serious, "Who is Bayi? That is the once-in-a-century winemaking genius praised by Mr. Mei. Brother, you are not unfair to lose."

Tao Aman also admitted this, so he invited Qin Dong to eat fermented bean curd meat. In fact, letting Qin Dong retreat for thirty miles was equivalent to a large attack when playing chess, and the opponent's chariots and horses still had to stay where they could not move.

However, he is also a manager now, and if he wants to admit defeat, his self-esteem cannot stand it.

He also has a card in his hand, and he must use administrative means to use this card. However, once administrative means are used, if administrative means are used to intervene and punish, it will not be legitimate market competition, and that is local protectionism. In this way, the feelings between classmates will be gone.

"The steel knife belongs to the steel knife, friendship belongs to friendship, classmates are classmates." Lao Ran's voice came again, "Are you still thinking about taking a small bottle of beer to talk about it? This 330 ml bottle has no sales license in your Shanghai market..."

Lao Ran suddenly felt a little thought, and Tao Aman looked at the "grenade" in his hand and was ecstatic, but he immediately recalled it. How could Lao Ran know his thoughts, just like he was standing behind him.

On the hot day, Tao Aman felt a cold sweat appearing on his back. He looked around and saw that his manager's office was empty, with only the fan that landed on the ground shaking his head.

He is also a smart person, and immediately thought of the key, "Lao Ran, you... are Bai Yi's idea..."

If this was mentioned by Qin Dong and Lao Ran, Tao Aman would not be able to guarantee that his move was effective. According to his understanding of Qin Dong, this person has always taken three steps at one step, while ordinary people may misread it by one step.

Tao Aman was asking Lao Ran, but a Santana came from the door of the Shanghai Brewery. The guard stepped forward and stopped the car window, "Let's find you Director Aman." A pack of cigarettes came over the car window. The guard hurriedly took the cigarette, and Santana drove into the factory.

"Hello, I'll find your Director Aman." A tall man got out of the car, looked at the factory area, and also looked at the workers in the factory, but was asking loudly.

"Speaking like this is like thunder," a local female worker covered her mouth and smiled, "Here, the managers in the front building are all on that building."

The driver got out of the car, followed the tall man and walked forward. He smiled and flattered, "Manager, your Shanghai is pretty good." In Shanghai, I have learned a few words of Shanghai dialect for three months. It is useless to learn it. I just go back to Qinwan and pretend to be a pussy at the right time.

"Your is not bad..." Another person laughed, his long legs stepped up the steps, but this head made the locals coming and going look at him.

"Are Director Aman here?" He had already seen the sign of the manager's office, but he still used to call Tao Aman the factory director. The employees of Shanghai Beer coming and going, under his momentum, gave him directions or directly led him.

"Okay, thank you." The person who came smiled and thanked him. He walked to the door and knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in." Tao Aman still looked at the small bottle of beer in his hand, but he didn't raise his head. "Lao Ran, you're right. Qin Dong cannot know the standard. 330 ml beer is not allowed to be sold in the Shanghai market, at least it won't work without permission..."

Seeing the documents handed over from the side, Tao Aman picked up the pen on the table and prepared to sign, but when he saw the font on the documents, he immediately raised his head in shock.

Oh, this is actually an approval document! It is still a red-headed document. The words on the Ministry of Light Industry on the Red-headed Ministry of Light Industry made him look up.

But when he looked up, Tao Aman shouted, "Ahhhh--" It seemed as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Countless heads immediately popped out of the office building, and some employees had already run into Tao Aman's office. The dignified manager, like a woman, made such a sound, must have encountered something shocking.

Similarly, Lao Ran on the other side of the phone also screamed in Lanzhou, "Aman, are you okay? Aman, Aman, Tao Aman..."

Tao Aman quit the phone, but he was still holding a small bottle of beer from Rong Beer. The small bottle of beer was held in his hand, just like a grenade and he had to be thrown at the enemy at any time.

"It's okay, let's go out. I'm a classmate with you Director Aman," the person who came smiled and faced the people from the Shanghai Brewery and answered the phone again, "Lao Ran, why are you calling out? Didn't you say that you are coming to Shanghai to watch the battle? We've finished the battle and didn't see a single figure. Isn't you still a classmate..."

"Bayi, Baiyi," Lao Ran shouted in surprise on the phone, "Are you in Aman's office? Have you arrived at Aman's office? Don't scare Comrade Aman, Comrade Aman is too timid..."

"Go," Qin Dong smiled at Tao Aman, "Let's talk again. Today, I still want to eat Aman's fermented bean curd meat."

"What is fermented bean curd, is it delicious..."

Before Lao Ran finished speaking, Qin Dong hung up the phone. Tao Aman's mood had stabilized. He dispersed the employees who came to "rescue the car", his face was full of smiles, and he hurriedly poured water for Qin Dong and Gao Hu.

"Director Aman, you sit down, I'll do these business." Gao Hu turned his back.

Tao Aman knew that Gao Hu was Qin Dong's driver and was not humble, but his eyes were turned to the documents on the table.

"...The enterprise adopts 330ml beer packaging regulations or other capacity specifications to comply with the relevant provisions in the enterprise's standardized management regulations. It is a supplement to national standards and industry standards. As long as the relevant quality regulations comply with the requirements of the national standards of gb4927 beer, sales are allowed in the national market..."
Chapter completed!