If a person misses home, time will not run wildly like a wild donkey, but will become like a snail and slow.

"Qin Dong, why did you tear three calendars today?" Seeing that the month sign hanging behind the door was torn off, Tao Aman screamed in shock. There was no way, Shanghai people are always so meticulous and serious.

The summer is hot and the heat is blowing.

The scorching sun was almost roasting the whole city. Qin Dong looked at the low, messy and narrow shanty town behind him, and skillfully stepped onto the bicycle. The old Dajinde bicycle let out a painful moan under him.

The streets are particularly spacious, and most of the cars passing by are buses and trams with braids. The green lights are on, and one group of bicycles after another is rushing forward like a tide.

Black, white, and blue, occasionally one or two red flowers float by in monotonous clothes, which is very conspicuous in the rolling bicycle tide.

It was the afternoon off work time, and a long curved dragon extended out in front of the smoke hotel on the corner of the street.

The young man sweating down his neck was carrying a thermos bottle and the military kettle kept moving forward. The girls with red faces were carrying aluminum pots and plastic buckets, and anxiously looked into the store. The elderly were carrying empty wine bottles and complaining weakly.

"What's the matter? Beer is getting less and less every year?"

"We in Qinwan, there are three breweries in the city alone? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be!"

A young man turned around and said, "I can't buy a bottle of beer, so I have to queue up for this loose beer. When can I have a good meal?"

"Then you get a job in a brewery," a middle-aged man sneered, "it's enough!"

Just as he turned his face and spoke, the waiter in front shouted, "Who is it? I said you still want to buy it or not, don't block the way if you don't buy it! It's almost sold out!"

Changlong immediately started a commotion, and everyone stretched their necks and looked forward.

"Buy, buy, buy, buy, can I not buy it after so long?" The middle-aged man smiled and quickly handed over his plastic bucket.

The golden beer flowed into the white bucket like a joy. The middle-aged man couldn't help but lick his lips and stared at his bucket intently, "Slow down, slower, faster, more foam..."

Qin Dong smiled. This way, he could make more beer. Because, these days, beer is a rare thing!

In later generations, people will get as much beer as they want. As long as you have enough money in your pocket, your appetite will be big enough.

Nowadays, beer is planned, and the output is surprisingly small. Every summer or holidays, people with connections buy a few bundles of beer with notes, while those without connections can only queue up.

Citizens line up to buy beer, shops line up to wait for beer, and wholesale departments line up to wait for beer, which has become a major landscape. Sometimes, in order to take care of customers who drink beer in restaurants, some restaurants have to buy vegetables and sell wine.

Just like Qinwan citizens, they can only purchase 5 bottles of Qinwan beer supplied by each household with a subsidy food certificate during the National Day and Spring Festival. The consumption of bulk beer is not restricted, so drinking beer with large thick white bowls and canned bottles has become a temporary trend in the city and even the whole country.

...

State-owned Rongya District Brewery, Qinwan City, Shanhai Province.

Looking at the sign with white and black letters hanging on the yellow tiled door, Qin Dong hurriedly rode into the factory area.

This turned out to be a fertilizer factory, which was converted into a brewery six years ago.

After passing a beer bottle piled up in mountains, he couldn't help but frown. The wine bottles should have been cleanly formed into "bottle walls" instead of being piled up and placed randomly.

Putting down the bicycle, Qin Dong quickly ran to the bottle washing workshop, and the workers in middle-time were having sex with each other, all of whom were covered in tendons.

"Xiao Qin, didn't you work late yesterday?" The factory worked three shifts, with the morning shift from 8 am to 4 pm, and the middle shift from 4 pm to 11 pm.

"I'll take the time." Qin Dong's voice was very loud. He quickly changed into his raincoat and water shoes, waiting for the time to go to work.

"You said, can our group of temporary workers still be converted into contract workers?" A worker handed over a cigarette, and Qin Dong waved his hand with a smile. A considerable number of these bottle brushers, like him, were temporary workers.

"It's been three months, but I heard that there are new regulations on it, probably... it's hanging!"

Qin Dong knew that this provision was just issued, which is the "Interim Provisions on Implementing Labor Contract System for State-owned Enterprises" and the "Interim Provisions on Recruiting Workers in State-owned Enterprises". The two provisions are very clear that enterprises are not allowed to recruit internal workers in any form, and recruit workers must be at least 16 years old and have a junior high school or above education...

Well, I'm already old, but I dropped out early before I graduated from junior high school...

...

The discussion in the dressing room was very lively, but the bottle washing workshop was silent for a while.

Xiong Yongfu, the director of the tall and powerful workshop, stepped forward and stopped the machine. The sound of the bottle washing machine "Ji Li Gulu" disappeared immediately, and the workshop fell into a rare silence.

"Stop the machine, stop, why do you get all the broken bottles?!" At the mouth of the machine, the beer bottle washed out was almost half broken!

"Check the fault!" It was too hot and my heart was too irritable, and Xiong Yongfu could even unstoppate the water on his face.

"Master Chen is back home!" The old worker responsible for operating the machine turned on the machine, looked up at Xiong Yongfu, and laughed, "Old Xiong, aren't the engineers in Luzhou here?"

"The engineers from Luzhou are waiting for us? They are going to Qin Beer. Besides, they are here to solve the problem of trademark impairment." Xiong Yongfu's voice suddenly increased, "Go, go quickly and get Master Chen back!"

"Will you wash it?" the old worker asked with a smile on his face, but was not afraid of him.

"The ones washed out are all broken bottles. Whose damage is this bottle? The factory must not suck my tendons or peel my skin?" Xiong Yongfu said dissatisfied, "Don't be idle. Use a brush to brush as much as you can, and where are you waiting in the filling workshop."

But Cao Cao arrived, Xiong Yongfu was getting angry, and the director of the filling workshop came to the door. The other party was not less angry than him. "Old Xiong, what's wrong with your bottle? Why did you explode the bottle as soon as you put it on the filling machine?" He was angry and loud, and he also said, "Who is this wine loss?"

When the beer bottle bursts when the wine is poured, the beer produced is wasted and you will definitely not be able to take out any more.

"Of course you guys." The quality of the bottle has been tested, so there is definitely no problem, that is, there is something wrong with the bottle washing machine. Although I know the fault, Lao Xiong's voice is no smaller than that of the other party.

Today is really weird. Lao Xiong feels that his head is so big. Now it is the peak production season. The truck waiting for the beer to be discharged hundreds of meters away at the entrance of the factory. Because the bottle washing workshop stopped production, the factory must deal with it.

"The bottle we washed out has also broken a lot. I have asked someone to go to Master Chen, Xiao Li, and urge him to see when he will come back?" Lao Xiong was in a position to be in trouble, and his voice suddenly became octave smaller.

...

After cleaning up with a group of workers, Qin Dong pushed open the door of the bottle washing workshop, and a hot air immediately rushed towards him. The sultry and the smell of caustic soda filled the air made him breathless.

Well, the brewery is very charming, and drinking beer is also a great thing, but it is not very pleasant to brush beer bottles, and the bottle brushers are not as charming as the bottle brushers.

Before he was reborn, he was the president of a beer company with an annual output of one million tons. During the epidemic, he felt really heartbroken as he watched a large amount of beer poured into the sewer in Minnesota, the United States, and the nearly 30,000 tons of high-quality beer in the UK were dumped out in vain due to no one to consume.

But after aching heartache, he woke up and was reborn in this coastal city in the 1980s and became a bottle brusher at this suburban brewery.

As the president of a million-ton beer company, the first graduate of the fermentation major of Shanhai Light Industry College in the last generation, he became the deputy factory director three years after graduation, but now he started as a temporary bottle brusher at the bottom. Moreover, he also had the "troublesome" of not being able to be transferred to a contract worker. Rebirth played a joke on him.
Chapter completed!