Siheyuan, don't yell at me

As bottles of Flame Vodka were produced, they were sent out of the workshop in baskets and transported to the cleared warehouse.

The leaders regained their former composure, talking and laughing, giving instructions, posing and asking reporters to take good-looking pictures of them.

It was as if the brewery's resumption of production was all thanks to them.

He Daqing also moved closer to the big boss, posed, and tried to get exposure.

Damn it, each and every one of them never calls me "Master He Daqing" when they are in the limelight.

I'm so shameless that I'm taking advantage of it myself. This is my territory, He Daqing, and none of you have any clue at all.

In a short while, more than 300 bottles of Flame Vodka were produced.

This is all that can be produced from the 1,000 kilograms of fermented sorghum rice that we prepared.

Two bottles were opened and the leaders each had a glass, as if it were a celebratory drink.

Although everyone was not used to the taste, the taste was indeed correct and they had tasted this taste before.

The big boss was all smiles and even praised He Daqing for his reliability.

After the trial production, in the next two days.

At the Red Star Brewery, people from various positions arrived one after another.

Although it is only a small factory with less than 300 people, the secretary, two deputy factory directors and two workshop directors have all taken up their posts.

The logistics director, the financial director, and even the canteen director were all included.

With the addition of these people, He Daqing finally felt much more relaxed.

If there is something, just give an order and someone will go down to do it immediately.

After seven days, the sorghum rice used for fermentation can be steamed and brewed.

Baskets of Flame Vodka come off the production line and are stored in the warehouse.

The production task given by the superiors is 5,000 bottles of vodka a day.

He Daqing holds all the power over production, and the two deputy factory directors have no right to participate at all.

He Daqing waved his hand and asked the workers to work in two shifts to produce 8,000 bottles a day.

Apart from the amount of tasks completed, He Daqing stored the rest in the warehouse for emergency use. He could also take some vodka to resell in the pigeon market.

After making money from reselling vodka, He Daqing did not keep all the money to himself.

He divided the money into five and kept half for himself, and used the other half to improve the workers' welfare.

Not only does the cafeteria serve meat every other day, but it also sends noodles, vegetables, and fruits to employees if there is a disagreement.

Basically all factories will do some private work and produce some unplanned materials, but none of them are as bold as He Daqing.

With such treatment, the workers of the Red Star Brewery were quite supportive of He Daqing.

The workers are treated so well, so naturally the cadres will be treated no worse.

The result was that He Daqing had the final say in the entire brewery.

He Daqing rolled up his sleeves, full of ambition, and was thinking about whether to set up another production line.

Then something bad happened.

Two deputy factory directors came to the door at the same time.

Deputy Director Zhou had a worried look on his face and started reporting without even having time to take a sip of tea.

"Director He, something happened.

I took the clerk to the grain station to get food, but they said they had no sorghum and were only willing to give us corn flour.

He was able to become the deputy director of the brewery, but he had to rely on a lot of connections and spent a lot of money.

Just when I was about to achieve some results, I unexpectedly ran into a snag at the grain station.

I also tried to find a way to say hello to the leaders of the grain station.

The leaders of the grain station didn't give him any face at all. I heard from a friend that Director He had offended someone and someone wanted to teach him a lesson.

Deputy Director Zhou had no choice but to report to He Daqing, and happened to meet Deputy Director Huang, who was looking worried.

He Daqing is now the head of a factory and has learned a little bit about how to cultivate qi.

"Old Zhou, why are you panicking?

It's such a small thing, but it caused such a stir.

Drink tea, drink tea.

"Old Huang, what's going on with you? Is the stubborn old man in the glass factory giving you a hard time?"

Deputy Director Huang's brows relaxed a lot when he saw He Daqing's calm look.

"Director He, that's exactly what happened.

I went to get beer bottles, but they said the production workload was heavy and they didn't have that many bottles for us.

We can’t even provide our basic requirement of 5,000 bottles a day, let alone our overproduction.”

He Daqing lit a cigarette and took two slow puffs.

“Is that all?

You guys, you guys.

"Okay, I have some free time today, I'll show you how I, He Daqing, do things..."

The only truck transporting vodka at the Red Star Brewery was started by He Daqing, and drove out with two deputy factory directors and eight members of the security department on board.

The director of the grain station was smoking, drinking tea, reading the newspaper and listening to the radio, looking very comfortable.

These days, the most precious thing is food.

According to the director of the grain station, I would not change my position even if I was offered the position of director.

He had a lot of money and many leaders of the same level in small departments had to bow and nod to serve him when they saw him.

That deputy director of the crappy Red Star Brewery just now doesn't know any rules. He used his connections to gain control of the company but didn't give me any benefits at all.

It just so happens that someone at the top wants to teach the Red Star Brewery a lesson.

As long as the director of the Red Star Brewery is sensible and gives me a thousand bottles of vodka every month, I will naturally have the sorghum rice.

Otherwise, humph, I'll let you know what means are.

As the director shook his head, the office door opened.

With a "bang", he was kicked away by someone.

He Daqing quickly walked up to the director, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him out from behind the desk.

Without saying anything, he slapped her in the face...

After a while, the grain station director's face was full of smiles.

Green, purple, and red, they are so beautiful.

After kicking the director of the grain station, He Daqing finally spoke:

"I'm from the Red Star Brewery. Let me ask you one more question. Do you have sorghum rice?"

The director of the grain station was also a tough guy. He raised his neck and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No~

Not a single grain of sorghum.”

He Daqing smiled, reached out and grabbed the grain station director's hair, and dragged him out.

"I'll give you respect, but you don't want it. Then don't blame me, He Daqing. I'll teach you the rules of conduct in front of everyone at the grain station."

The director of the grain station panicked, grabbed the door frame and begged for mercy.

"Director He, I remember now. We have sorghum. Yes, I'll have someone load it on your truck right away."

He Daqing exerted force with his hands and dragged the director of the grain station outside like a dead dog.

"Are you scared now?

What were you doing earlier?

I’ll give you one more chance. Kneel down in front of me and crawl through my crotch. I’ll be magnanimous and forgive you, haha~”

As a scoundrel, if you don't let others get into your pants, you are not a qualified scoundrel.