Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Looking at Sha Zhu's arrogant look, He Daqing couldn't help himself in the end.

He gave Sha Zhu two slaps in the face to teach him a lesson.

"Zhu Zi, the situation is tense recently and a severe crackdown is underway.

Apart from going to work, you should stay at home and not go out to fool around.

If you really have committed a crime and someone has caught you, you should go to jail if you deserve to be jailed."

He Yuzhu covered his old face with his hands, looking aggrieved.

"Dad, I didn't do anything, they wronged me.

The widow I was playing with was not from their area at all."

He Daqing slammed the table and shouted:

“Shut up, you widow?

When have you ever played a widow?

You have always been honest and kind, and never cause trouble.

Until now, you are still a virgin.

Remember what I said, did you hear me? "

“Listen, I heard you.

I am a hen."

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction and smiled at the section chiefs present, implying that he had taught his children well.

Lifting the curtain against the wall next to it, a plaque was revealed.

He Daqing placed the plaque on the desk.

"Take it back to the courtyard and hang it on the front door of your house. I'll see who dares to touch you.

Next time if some blind section chief wants to arrest you, just slap him in the face and I’ll take the blame for you.

What kind of people dare to cause trouble in our house?"

The large gold-plated characters on the plaque almost blinded He Yuzhu's eyes.

He Yuzhu suddenly read it out loud.

"The House of a Special Meritorious Official!"

“Dad, we have such a domineering thing in our house, why didn’t you take it out earlier?”

He Daqing lit a cigarette with a "click".

“It’s not too late to take it out now, as long as you don’t commit any crime.

Even if the director of the Military Service Bureau comes, we can spit in his face."

After saying this, he glanced at the head of the militia department with a smile.

He Yuzhu carried the plaque and swaggered home with two security team members.

The farce at the Red Star Winery gradually came to an end as the crowd dispersed.

The next day, early in the morning.

He Daqing left the Red Star Winery and walked towards the printing factory.

The director of the Military Service Bureau dared to blatantly frame He Daqing's son. How could this be tolerated?

The master is unhappy, does he still want to live in peace?

If I could really lose face, I would carry the plaque of special meritorious service, wear a military uniform with medals of honor, and run to the door of the Military Control Commission to cry and make a scene. I don't believe that no one would stand up for me, He Daqing.

Of course, He Daqing couldn't afford to lose face.

The worker at the printing factory was also an old acquaintance. When the worker saw He Daqing handing over the note written in Russian, he didn't take it seriously and just printed it.

For He Daqing, opening a new wood carving plate business or something like that, this little money is nothing.

That night, He Daqing got what he wanted, tens of thousands of new vodka label papers.

The Red Star Distillery's Flame Vodka has quietly changed its packaging.

Due to the recent crackdown, He Daqing has also slowed down the production of Flame Vodka.

Except for the 5,000 bottles of Flame Vodka that completed the production target, all unplanned production has been completely stopped.

Director Liu of the Military Service Bureau seems a little absent-minded today.

When I went to the Great Hall for a meeting, many people looked at me strangely, or even with contempt.

Yes, I just look down on myself.

Director Liu, who didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, only understood why everyone looked at him that way during a small meal in the cafeteria in the evening.

The political commissar looked at the bottle of flaming vodka on the table with a joking look on his face and said cheerfully:

"Director Liu, I heard that you like to drink the Flame Vodka produced by the Red Star Distillery?

I spent nearly half a month's salary to buy this bottle with great difficulty.

I'll give it to you to drink..."

Director Liu's face darkened as he looked at the political commissar's mocking and playful tone.

"Political Commissar Ma, I'm afraid you made a mistake?

I'm not used to drinking vodka or anything like that.

I appreciate your kindness, you can take the wine back."

"Oh, I forgot, Director Liu, you can't read Soviet characters.

Blame me, blame me.

Chief Li, you have just returned from studying in the Soviet Union, so you should be able to understand what is written on it, right?

Read it to Director Liu. "

After saying that, he handed the vodka to Section Chief Li who was sitting below. Section Chief Li took the vodka, glanced at it, and was so shocked that he almost dropped the vodka.

He looked at Political Commissar Ma with an embarrassed expression, then at Director Liu.

Director Liu was in a bad mood and glared at Section Chief Li.

"Why are you looking at me?

If Political Commissar Ma asks you to read it, then just read it.

I want to see what tricks the Red Star Winery can come up with."

Section Chief Li was holding a bottle of vodka and spoke with a stuttering voice.

"Then, then I will read it~"

"Read quickly, don't be long-winded!"

"Okay, okay, I'll read it right away.

I am He Daqing, the director of Red Star Winery.

First-class combat hero, special meritorious service.

In the battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Bang, I won countless second-class merits, and so many first-class merits that I couldn't count them with one hand.

After changing my job, I used the ancestral recipe and combined it with modern technology to develop a new vodka liquor.

On the third day of the factory's vodka production, Director Liu of the Military Service Bureau came to me.

He told me that he liked to drink vodka and asked me to produce a thousand bottles of Flame Vodka for him personally outside the plan, otherwise he would punish me.

The raw materials for producing vodka are all quotas, and every bottle of vodka is public property, so naturally I, He Daqing, did not agree.

Unexpectedly, just two days later, the militia arrested my son on trumped-up charges.

I am very heartbroken, why is this happening?

No matter how hard the battle was at the front line, no matter how bloody it was, I didn't cry.

This time, I cried.

why?

Why do I bleed on the front lines and shed tears when I return home..."

Director Liu slammed the table hard and threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground.

"That's enough, stop reading.

Slander, he slandered me..."

After roaring loudly for a few sentences, Director Liu seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit. He slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

It's over, it's over.

How dare he? How dare he, He Daqing?

How dare a bastard like him do such an outrageous thing?

No, I'm going to find my leader. There must be a way.

As long as my leader supports me, what should I be afraid of?

At most I will be temporarily suspended from work for a few months, or a year or two at most, and I will be reinstated in the end.

Thinking of this, Director Liu cheered up again and his face returned to normal.

"Today, I don't have much appetite, you guys eat.

Political Commissar Ma, please entertain our colleagues.

I’m leaving first…”

When Political Commissar Ma saw that Director Liu had recovered, a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

As expected of Director Liu, he has seen many storms and came out of it so quickly.

This trick of the Red Star Winery was a heavy blow to Director Liu, who had someone behind him, but it was not fatal.

At most you have to pay a certain price, and Director Liu will still be Director Liu.