Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Looking at He Daqing's arrogant appearance, the director of the grain station finally gave in.

"Director He, I know I was wrong, please give me another chance.

It was the leaders of the Ministry of Light Industry who told me to do this. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor..."

He Daqing snorted coldly, and was about to give the director of the grain station a hard time.

"Fuck, I told you to get into your pants, why are you talking nonsense?"

Deputy Director Zhou and Deputy Director Huang acted as peacemakers.

"Director He, forget it, forget it.

Director Zhang was also instructed by someone, so we should not be used as a tool by others."

"Old Zhou is right. The most urgent thing is to get the food."

Only then did He Daqing give up.

"You are lucky that Lao Zhou and Lao Huang are here to plead for you.

Why don’t you get up quickly and load sorghum for me?

Give me five more bags of flour and put them in your own account. Do you hear me?

I brought more than 30 people with me, so I can’t come here for nothing, you have to understand something…”

Deputy Director Zhou and Deputy Director Huang have finally learned a lesson from He Daqing's methods.

Deputy Director Huang, who originally had some thoughts in mind, also put away his thoughts. It is better not to provoke He Daqing.

The director of the grain station lowered his head and did his duty, and the grain loading process was peaceful.

He Daqing asked the workers at the grain station to put five bags of flour on the bicycle of the police officer from the police station who came with him.

"Director Chen, thank you for your support. You can take these five bags of flour.

In the evening, bring the brothers to our Red Star Brewery canteen to have some meat."

Director Chen looked at his men and could only shamelessly accept their eager looks.

“Well, then I would like to thank Director He on behalf of the brothers.

It will definitely arrive in the evening, it will definitely arrive..."

He Daqing returned victoriously with a load of sorghum, which inspired Deputy Director Huang.

Deputy Factory Director Huang's eyes turned and he had an idea. He said to He Daqing:

"Director He, I'll go to the glass factory.

I just don’t believe it. I’ll bring dozens of people with me and he’ll dare not give us beer bottles.”

Deputy Factory Director Huang considered himself to be from the Public Security Bureau, and with his connections, he could at least call dozens of people over.

Isn’t it just about beating someone up and making him surrender?

If He Daqing can do it, why can't I, Old Huang?

He Daqing didn't know what to say about Deputy Director Huang's mysterious confidence.

After all, the Red Star Brewery has just started, so it would be a good idea to teach Lao Huang a lesson.

“Old Huang, as long as you get the beer bottles, I don’t care how you do things.

But listen to me first.

The director of the glass factory was an old revolutionary with a bad temper.

He has the final say in the entire glass factory. There are dozens of people in the security department and thousands of workers.

Are you sure you want to call dozens of people to beat him up?

Isn't this delivering food to people?

Old Huang, I, He Daqing, don't do things randomly.

You need to know who you can afford to offend and who you can’t afford to offend…”

Deputy Director Huang was lectured by He Daqing, his face turned red with shame and a little scared.

If it was really as He Daqing said, then I would really be delivering food to others.

At that time, not only will you get beaten, but you will also be extremely embarrassed.

"Director He, then, what should we do?

Let’s just leave it at that?

How can we produce the extra vodka without extra beer bottles? "

Deputy Director Huang's words also represented the interests of Deputy Director Zhou. The two of them looked at He Daqing eagerly.

You know, He Daqing has already started planning and building a new house.

They were promised a small western-style house with a yard each.

If we don’t produce vodka outside of the plan, what will we use to build the small Western-style house?

Can you afford to smoke Huazi? Can you afford to drink Lushan Yunwu?

He Daqing looked at the two of them unhappily.

"Fuck, people like you are unqualified to be deputy factory directors.

He is not good at anything, and when it comes to dividing the money, he just keeps putting it in his pocket.

That old stubborn guy also acts according to the rules, and it's hard for us to control him.

Five thousand bottles, just five thousand. We don’t want any more.

What is a beer bottle? It is a commodity, and commodities have prices.

How much does the supply and marketing cooperative charge for recycling a beer bottle? Five hundred, right?

Is our factory short of money?

If something can be solved with money, is it still called a problem?

One thousand for each beer bottle, please recycle it for me.

I don't care whether you buy it for 600 or 700, the price the factory gives us is 1,000, and the extra money is yours to earn.

If you work well, you can easily earn one million a day, which is enough to cover your monthly salary."

Speaking of this, He Daqing remembered that Section Chief Wang of the Security Department of the glass factory was really a waste.

I used to be able to make a thousand beer bottles a day, but now I can only make two or three hundred by stealing.

The two deputy factory managers took a deep breath and their eyes turned red.

With this price, you can get a lot of beer bottles by going to any supply and marketing cooperative.

How could this be considered difficult? This was simply overwhelming wealth.

“Director He, don’t worry, it’s just a beer bottle, right?

I, Old Zhou, will take care of this matter."

"Director He, this is my job.

I can go alone, why would I need Deputy Director Zhou to come?"

After saying that, the two of them started arguing, trying to sabotage each other and telling each other's stories.

He Daqing patted the table.

"Shut up, everyone.

It's just a few odds and ends, what's the point of fighting over them?

Everyone work hard for me. I’m thinking of setting up a few more production lines.

Let's expand the scale of our factory, and make it a large factory with at least 2,000 employees.

By then, each of us will have a three-story Western-style house.

All factory leaders will be provided with a car.

It has to be brand new, not second-hand.

Middle-level cadres are equipped with motorcycles.

In our Red Star Brewery, any cadre can walk around freely in the city..."

As a good leader, He Daqing's ability to make promises became more and more advanced, and he almost choked the two deputy factory directors to death.

If they could really achieve what He Daqing said, they would probably wake up laughing in their dreams.

He Daqing spoke until his mouth was dry and he glanced at the two deputy factory directors.

Damn it, he has no eyesight at all, like a piece of wood.

I've been talking for a long time and my mouth is dry, but I didn't even bother to bring me a cup of tea.

Alas, after all, he came from the Ministry of Public Security and has not yet learned to lick his superiors.

If Chen Dagen were here, he would at least applaud, take a pen and paper, and write down the valuable advice of his master He Daqing.

He Daqing waved his hand and shooed the two deputy factory directors out like flies.

The matter of adding a new production line just now was not a sudden whim of He Daqing, but something he had wanted to do for a long time.

Although space is available to buy a complete set of production lines, the price of one line is 10 million antique points, which is really not cheap.

We need almost a thousand old items from the Qing Dynasty, which is no small number.

Moreover, for one or two production lines of unknown origin, He Daqing could still use his connections with the Russians to get away with it.

Now it has attracted the attention of many people with ulterior motives, and we must never produce things of unknown origin again.

The matters concerning the production line still have to fall into the hands of professionals.

Riding his bicycle, He Daqing headed for Qinghua University.