In Qinwan in October, the weather has obviously turned colder, but in the evening of the Killing Street, there are still motorcycles roaring and the passenger flow is bustling. Now the people of Qinwan have regarded eating at the Killing Street as a symbol of their identity. Those who have had dinner at the Killing Street last night have to brag about it for a long time the next day.

"We want Rong Beer, the portion that the mayor drank, and the portion that Qin Dianzi had."

Zheng Haifeng pulled a hundred bundles of beer from the second branch factory back to Killing Street. He was planning with his wife in the backyard, and the guests in front started yelling.

"We will drink the beer from the second branch factory." Someone shouted directly, even more refreshingly.

Zheng Haifeng stepped in from the backyard, first dispersed a few cigarettes for the guests, and then patted his chest proudly, "The second factory has no beer on this street, but Ming Cuiliu and my old Zheng family must have it. I have been with Qin Dong for many years..."

"Then go, we're waiting." The guests also knew that the two hotels were next to each other.

"Then let's talk in advance. Beer is definitely the authentic second-factory wine," he brought a few bottles of beer. "This is from the second factory, this is from the first factory, this is from the general factory, and drink one bottle of the second factory with two bottles of the general factory, two bottles of the first factory..."

"Okay," the guests were not vague. The food was rare and expensive. They said that the beer from Factory 2 was delicious and you could not lose face in front of the guests. Isn't the treat just to have a face to make friends with you? "Then let's go to five bottles of the beer from Factory 2 first..."

...

When Bai Qi from Yangcun District brought the beer from Factory 2 back to his wholesale department, the shop owner and the owner of the small restaurant who rushed over to block his door, and even the common people who received the news came over to join in the fun.

"Is this really the beer from Factory 2?" A shop owner looked at the beer in the wholesale department. They were all Rong Beer brands. If you don't drink it, you don't know if it's from Factory 2.

"All of them are from Factory 2," Bai Qi was unambiguous. "When Qin Dianzi was the sales department chief, we were buddies. Only I could get the beer from Factory 2... I lie? Don't you know after drinking it?"

"I want twenty bundles first." A shop owner held up the banknote and wanted to squeeze in from behind, but the people in front were not willing to give him a chance. The crowd was blocked tightly, and he couldn't move his legs.

"Twenty bundles, okay, let's make an agreement in advance. The factory's one bottle is one cent, one cent, five cents, and the factory's second one is one bottle, two cents, and each bottle is one cent expensive." Bai Qi looked at the beer in the wholesale department proudly, and he had no worries about selling it.

The price of the wholesale company and the first branch gives the wholesale company one yuan,05 cents per bottle. They add one cent to takeout. Now the second branch has a penny to get a penny, and Bai Qi directly raises another penny on this basis.

"A bottle of 25 cents per dollar, 1 cent is expensive," many retailers thought about it. After thinking about it, they had already started to register and pay.

"I said to Lao Liu, if you increase your penis, you will increase your penis. Anyway, the wool comes from the sheep. What do you want someone to be afraid of? It just rises to one bottle and one five, and if someone wants it, it's fine."

"That's right, give me twenty bundles."

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Looking at the crowded heads and the banknotes in his hand, Bai Qi was happy. Following Qin Dong, he could make money. He immediately ordered his girlfriend he just found, "You watch here, collect money, and I will go to the second branch factory again."

He thought of getting some beer from the second branch, but he could think of this trick, and these retailers could think of it.

"Yes, just go to the second branch to pick up the goods, and you can save 1 cent per bottle..."

"Then let's go directly to the second branch to wholesale, to see if it can be cheap there..."

"Let's go, go now, why are you still standing there?"

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With the noisy noise, the crowd gradually loosened and did it as soon as possible, and many people began to rush towards the second branch factory.

In October, beer sales have just entered the off-season, but Rong Beer Second Branch officially entered the peak season.

When I was a sugar factory in the past, the front of the factory was dilapidated and desolate, and groups of sparrows were looking for food here all day. Now, wholesalers and retailers rushed directly to the factory gate, and the cars in the factory were blocked and could not get in or out. Gao Zhandong could only bring a group of people in the security department to clear the crowd. At least the cars that transport raw materials could come in and the cars that transport beer could go out.

Standing in the corridor of the office building and looking at the bustling crowd outside, the scene of selling beer in the winter of 1986 seemed to be repeated.

"Huang Bo, tell these retailers that they can only get beer from wholesalers!" Sales is a one-level system, and when the system is established, it must be maintained. This is a rule and a principle.

"Director Qin, this is the financial statement you want." Qin Dong sat down in the office and walked in with a smile, handing Qin Dong the red and black cardboard notebook with both hands.

Well, looking at the red and green table, Qin Dong was also thinking that the second branch factory calculated based on an annual production of 10,000 tons of beer, and the annual total industrial output value can reach more than 4.5 million yuan, with a profit of about 500,000 yuan, and the profit and tax paid in the district will be more than 4.2 million yuan...

He signed a contract with the general factory, which stipulates that if the general factory has a profit of 300,000 yuan per year, it will be considered as completing the contract task.

Half of the 300,000 yuan was returned to the second branch factory. I could have more than 200,000 yuan left every year, and it would be more than 20,000 yuan a month...

"If you have enough money to the country, keep enough collectives, and the rest are all yours..." How could this sentence be said? I didn't realize it before, but now Qin Dong feels that this sentence is more and more exciting!

Now the whole factory is working overtime to produce. If this bottle of beer increases by one cent, the profit will double. Then you will have more than 400,000 yuan left every year, and there will be about 400,000 yuan per month...

Qin Dong picked up the cup given by Chen Shifa and drank a sip of water. He smiled and closed the financial statements, "Old Zou, go, bring a word to the masters in the canteen."

"What do you mean?" Zou Yuchen asked with a smile.

"The whole factory is working overtime, telling the canteen masters not to save money for the factory, stew braised pork and stew big mackerel at night, and the workers will be motivated only if they eat well..."

Zou Yuchen went with a smile and walked out of Qin Dong's office. His throat couldn't help but move. How long hasn't you eaten braised pork? Now the price of meat, eggs, fish and dishes is rising. There is no smell of minced meat on the dining table of every household, and there is no smell of fish!

Now, this young factory manager wants the whole factory to eat braised pork? Big mackerel?

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Qin Dong's words, no, braised pork and big mackerel are like two big stones, which quickly stirred up layers of ripples in the lake of Second Branch Factory. The ripples began to ripple from noon and did not dissipate until evening.
Chapter completed!