Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Red Star Winery, inside a factory building.

He Daqing, with his face covered with a wet towel, directed several workers to steam a large pot of black liquid, which was coal tar.

Saccharin can be obtained by distilling coal tar and undergoing hydrocracking.

Making this thing has a strong smell and is harmful to the body, so it is better to teach the workers how to make it.

As a factory manager, you can't do everything yourself.

In June, under the bright sunshine in the old city, the number of pedestrians on the streets became sparse.

Some were walking in a hurry to avoid the sun, some were enjoying the cool in the shade of trees, and only the energetic children were still wandering around the streets.

He Daqing drove into the Ministry of Public Security, holding a wooden box, and walked quickly into the office building.

This damn weather makes me sweat and feel sticky if I move a little.

Minister Lin was taking a nap in a chair when there was a knock on the office door.

Minister Lin, whose sweet dream was disturbed, got a little angry and shouted.

"Come in~"

He stared at the wooden door, trying to see who the blind person was.

You dare to disturb the minister's sleep? Forget about getting promoted in the future.

He Daqing pushed the door open and looked at Minister Lin with a stern face. He felt a pang in his heart and knew that something bad was going to happen.

This old guy looks like he hasn’t woken up yet. Don’t take it out on me.

I have to be more low-key. These leaders are the most petty.

He may not remember who is nice to him, but if someone offends him, he will almost write it down in a small notebook.

Minister Lin just stared at He Daqing without saying anything, wanting to see what He Daqing had to say.

He Daqing did not dare to speak rashly and just stared at Minister Lin, trying to feel out his leader's attitude.

The two glared at each other, and finally Minister Lin's eyes became sore and he couldn't help but blink.

He Daqing smiled complacently and raised his eyebrows at Minister Lin.

The meaning is self-evident, that is, Master He Daqing won, and won easily.

Minister Lin, you are nothing special.

Minister Lin rubbed his sore eyes and said unhappily:

"He Daqing, you are just a small department-level cadre.

No matter what, why are you coming to me?

Why don't you go find your superior, Director Wu?"

After saying that, he took a palm-leaf fan and fanned himself.

After a few strokes, he turned on the electric fan again.

He Daqing was surprised and wondered why Minister Lin didn't use the electric fan.

When this electric fan turns, it makes a very loud buzzing sound.

People who have trouble sleeping can't help but be disturbed by this thing.

Minister Lin became even angrier when he saw He Daqing staring at the electric fan and ignoring him.

"What? You've never seen an electric fan?

If you have nothing to do, just get out of here and stop getting in the way."

He Daqing then withdrew his gaze and placed a wooden box on Minister Lin's desk.

"Something's wrong, of course it's wrong!

It’s okay. How dare I challenge your might?

Hey, I came up with a new thing.

Guess what this is? "

Minister Lin looked at the wooden box, opened it, and saw an unknown object wrapped in a torn cotton jacket.

“Is this even a guess?

Isn’t there just popsicles inside?

You are a wild kid. It seems that the ice factory in our city hasn't started producing popsicles yet. Where did you get them from?"

It’s no wonder that Minister Lin had the wrong idea. Most popsicles these days are stored in this way.

Use a torn cotton jacket to keep warm and put it in a wooden box. It will last for half a day.

There is no need to worry about the popsicles melting, as they will be eaten up once they reach their destination.

These materials are produced in fixed quantities and are supplied first to workers suffering from high temperatures and fever to relieve the heat.

He Daqing shook his head and said with a smile.

“Minister, it’s not a popsicle.

It is produced by my Red Star Winery. Guess what it is?"

“Isn’t it just vodka?

Did you put the vodka in the ice factory to freeze it?"

With Minister Lin’s imagination, that was all, so He Daqing simply decided not to keep the matter in suspense.

Tear open the torn cotton jacket to reveal the soda inside.

“Minister, this is the soda produced by our Red Star Distillery.

Orange flavored soda, very delicious.

I'll open a bottle for you to try."

A sound of "anger".

The soda bottle was opened and some bubbles came out of the orange soda.

Minister Lin immediately became interested. As for soda, only Shanghai has a production line.

We also have it in Sijiu City, and ice factories also produce it, but they are all unconventional.

Take a bottle of orange juice and when you drink it, throw a grain of baking soda into it to produce bubbles.

The smell is totally different from that of soda that has been compressed with carbon dioxide by a compressor.

Looking at He Daqing's soda, it is obviously a real soda.

He Daqing is a very capable guy. He can even make this thing.

Minister Lin picked up the misty orange soda and took a sip.

My eyes lit up. Wow, this tastes even better than the soda in Shanghai.

After another full sip, Minister Lin burped comfortably. It was so refreshing.

The orange soda chilled by well water cooled Minister Lin from the inside out.

This orange soda has a rich aroma and is very smooth to drink, without the astringent feeling of ordinary fruit juice at all.

"He Daqing, is this really something your Red Star Winery made?

Sit, sit, sit down and talk, why are you standing?

Come, have a cigarette..."

Minister Lin personally handed He Daqing a cigarette and even struck a match for him.

He Daqing took a long puff of the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"The cigarettes lit by the Minister himself are indeed smoother to the mouth, haha!"

Minister Lin lit one for himself and asked:

“Okay, stop talking nonsense and talk about soda!

How is it produced? How much is produced every day? "

“In response to Minister Lin, the production of soda is about 3,000 bottles per day.

Last time, I had five compressors, and three of them allowed me to assemble a vodka production line.

I thought that the remaining two machines should not be wasted, so I converted them into soda production lines.

Minister, I want to make progress. If you can get me another 20 compressors, I will build a few more production lines."

The more Minister Lin listened, the more his brows furrowed. His eyebrows, which were already tense to begin with, were now twisted even more tightly together, like two deep grooves.

He kept mumbling something from time to time. Although his voice was not loud, his tone revealed great dissatisfaction.

It can be seen that Minister Lin was in a very bad mood at this time, cursing and saying:

"Damn it, you, He Daqing, have offended the Ministry of Heavy Industry so much, and now you come to me to ask for a compressor?

If they refuse to give me face, how can I expect it?

You'll have to figure this out on your own.

Aren't you very wild? You have been producing materials that are not planned.

Naturally, the compressor factory also has unplanned compressors.

If you want a compressor, you can discuss it with them yourself. As for the transportation, I will help you.

By the way, I will now give you a soda production task, 3,000 bottles a day..."