Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In a workshop belonging to the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, a strong aroma of alcohol wafted out.

The distilled liquor is continuously collected in a large sealed iron can.

The iron tank is connected to several iron pipes, which are connected to two compressors respectively.

At the other end of the compressor, there are several strange cans connected.

These tanks are used to produce carbon dioxide.

In the process of producing carbon dioxide using natural gas, a by-product, urea, is also obtained.

He Daqing started the compressor and compressed the carbon dioxide into a large iron can filled with wine.

Watching the pointer on the pressure gauge slowly slide to the red line, He Daqing immediately turned off the compressor.

There was a circle of empty beer bottles under the iron barrel, twenty-four in total.

Press the button, and a certain amount of beer will flow out of the twenty-four faucets under the iron barrel at the same time, filling the twenty-four beer bottles in no time.

The beer in the bottle was bubbling profusely, and the next second, it was sent away on the conveyor belt.

A round iron ring was pressed down on the twenty-four beer bottles to complete the sealing.

Twenty-four bottles of Flame Vodka are freshly produced.

He Daqing reached for a bottle, opened it with a corkscrew, poured himself a small cup, and took a sip.

When the wine takes a sip, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol mixed with a hint of sorghum fragrance.

When the liquor went down my throat, it was indeed pure vodka, not sweet, bitter or astringent, only the strong burning sensation remained.

With the effect of carbon dioxide, the burning sensation became even stronger, choking He Daqing to the point of tears.

The Flame Vodka is indeed worthy of its name, very authentic and full of Mao’s flavor.

He Daqing handed the bottle of wine to Chen Dagen.

“Come on, come on, if you want to drink, have a taste.

This wine is very strong, don't blame me for not explaining it to you clearly.

Everyone has a point. If anyone gets drunk, I'll hang him out to watch melons and walk his birds."

The production process of vodka and liquor is completely different, and the taste is also different.

Anyway, He Daqing couldn't get used to it, and he couldn't get used to this Flame Vodka even more.

There are so many things being produced now, but if the Russians don’t like them, all our work will be in vain.

One thousand kilograms of sorghum rice were used to produce about three hundred kilograms of vodka, which filled three hundred beer bottles.

He Da settled the accounts and found that one thousand kilograms of sorghum rice was worth about 600,000 yuan, which was equivalent to about 60 yuan in the second set of RMB.

Three hundred beer bottles cost three hundred thousand, plus the raw materials together cost nine hundred thousand.

Including water and electricity, 300 bottles of vodka would cost about one million.

If you add in the labor and factory costs, double that to two million.

In other words, these 300 bottles of vodka must be sold for at least 200 rubles for He Daqing to make a profit.

If a bottle of vodka sells for one ruble, He Daqing can earn more than 150 rubles.

If it is mass-produced, the profit will be even higher.

He Daqing had also been to the Russians. A bottle of packaged vodka would cost at least two or three rubles.

My Flame Vodka is carbonated and obviously a higher-end product. It should cost at least five rubles, right?

If I could sell it for five rubles a bottle, three hundred bottles would be one thousand five hundred rubles.

The cost was less than 150 rubles, and the profit was ten times the amount.

The security team worked hard for a while and quickly put labels on 300 bottles of vodka.

A red and white background, with a shining red star and five big red words below: Flame Vodka.

There is a line of words printed below: Specially supplied by Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, production date: 1954,02,22.

It looks quite decent, but feels quite cheap.

Even so, it looks much more advanced than those things in the supply and marketing cooperatives.

It's just a bunch of rough guys who put the trademarks there. Some of them are crooked, which destroys the overall beauty.

In order to celebrate the successful production of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill's special vodka, He Daqing waved his hand and added a meat dish in the security department's canteen at noon.

On Beizhong Street, Dongjiaominxiang, there is a magnificent Western-style garden-style building covering a large area, like a park. It is the Soviet Embassy in China.

He Daqing led a few people, pushed a cart, and stopped not far from the embassy gate.

Put a small square table and put the Flame Vodka produced by yourself neatly on it.

Before He Daqing could open his mouth to call out, several people with red armbands came to his door.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?

Do you know where this place is?

Do you think it’s Caishikou?

You are so brave to come here and sell alcohol.

We have confiscated your stuff, get out of here."

The security team members brought by He Daqing were no pushovers either. They rolled up their sleeves and pushed back the people wearing red armbands.

Chen Dagen cursed:

"Are you blind?

Didn’t you see that we were wearing security uniforms?

Get out of here, or I’ll beat you bastards to death.

You don't even bother to ask around, and you dare to show off to our Master He?"

Seeing how arrogant Chen Dagen and his group were, several people with red armbands were unsure where Chen Dagen and his group came from.

The two men with red armbands retreated quietly, apparently to call for support.

He Daqing pretended they didn't exist and continued to fiddle with the bottles and jars on the small table.

He took out a small blackboard and wrote and drew.

After writing, put it in front of the stall.

One ruble for a glass of Flame Vodka. Drink three glasses in a row and the ruble will be refunded and you will get another bottle of Flame Vodka as a gift.

The noise quickly attracted the attention of several Russians, who gathered around.

He Daqing was just about to say a few words when a man in a red armband and a Zhongshan suit came over.

The man in the Zhongshan suit looked He Daqing up and down. His first impression was that he looked familiar and he must have seen him somewhere.

Unable to figure out where He Daqing came from, the man in the Zhongshan suit began to trick He Daqing.

"Hello, comrade.

I am the director of the street office and my surname is Kang.

We received reports from the public that someone was operating illegally here.

Which unit are you from? Please show me your ID."

He Daqing pointed at his face.

"I, He Daqing, don't you know me?

I have the certificate, which involves a specific unit. I will only show it to you personally. Please follow me."

Director Kang nodded, obviously recognizing He Daqing.

The two men came to the side, and He Daqing took out his ID card from when he worked in the Foreign Affairs Bureau and handed it to Director Kang.

"Director Kang, this matter involves a special department and a special mission, so please keep it confidential for me.

On the surface, I am still the head of the security department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill."

Director Kang took a look at He Daqing's ID, then smiled brightly and shook hands with He Daqing.

"So that's how it is, it seems I misunderstood.

Chief He, when you are done, please come to our street for tea."

He Daqing understood what he meant and said some polite words.

"Okay, wait until I finish the task of entertaining foreign guests.

I will definitely go and bother Director Kang when I have time..."