Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

A truck rumbled past the window, carrying a banner with the words "Shengshi Wine Industry Recruitment Office" in large letters, which had already attracted hundreds of laid-off workers to line up.

As soon as Wang Jianjun stepped into the warehouse, he was shocked by the dozens of large wooden boxes. Zhou Qi smiled and opened a box: "This is the 50-year-old cellar I ordered from the Qianlong Xiajiangnan Winery. It is the only one in the city."

Seeing the municipal party secretary take the heavy brown paper bag, Zhou Qi adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses:

"I stayed up all night for seven days to finish these three hundred pages of materials. I'm not exaggerating. Looking at the entire Qingzhou City, no one else can write a plan of this level except me."

This statement was indeed arrogant, but after reading the first few pages of the material, Wang Jianjun had to admit that the idea of ​​"White Wine Culture Experience Park" alone was twenty years ahead of those of the city's advisers.

"Secretary Li specifically asked me to look at the details of your five-year plan."

Wang Jianjun tightened his grip around the file bag and asked, "What are these boxes?"

"What you are holding is a sample for the leaders to taste."

Zhou Qi opened two boxes with a snap. "These two boxes are specially prepared for you. They are six-bottle gift boxes with handbags. They are the most popular style in the new century."

Wang Jianjun smiled knowingly: "My tongue can't taste the secrets."

"The fact that you find the drink smooth is the greatest affirmation."

Zhou Qi stuffed a delivery note in his hand and said, "The remaining 20 boxes will be delivered to the Municipal Party Committee Reception Office tomorrow."

Before getting on the bus, Wang Jianjun suddenly turned around and said, "The secretary will hear your report in person next Wednesday, so remember to dress smartly."

He lowered his voice and added: "The issue of your winery's land use depends on this time..."

Watching the car go away, Chief Financial Officer Zhou Mingfa rubbed his hands anxiously: "Brother, two thousand acres of land plus equipment investment, this hole will be tens of millions!"

Zhou Qi lit a cigarette of Hongtashan and squinted his eyes in the smoke: "You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. Wait for the approval to come down..."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of wine bottles colliding suddenly occurred in the warehouse.

"You are really good! You made tens of millions in just one month?"

Zhou Mingfa's hands were shaking as he held the bank statement.

"The bigger the investment, the greater the return!"

Zhou Qi leaned against the door frame with a cigarette in his mouth: "What's there to worry about if the Shenbing factory stops supplying? I have already negotiated with the Qianlong Distillery. I will allocate 500 boxes for emergency use."

“But it will take at least two years for a new winery to be put into production!”

Zhou Mingfa was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands: "What should we do during the break?"

"What are you afraid of when I'm here to protect you?"

Zhou Qi flicked the ash off his cigarette. "As for that old bastard Zhu Haibing, I heard his wife was released on medical parole, right? Is the medical record a note from the provincial hospital?"

"That's right! His eldest son Zhu Xiang is going to work in the Land Bureau, and I'm worried..."

"What a worry!"

Zhou Qi crushed the cigarette butt on the windowsill: "Send his father to jail first, and see who dares to hire the son of a corrupt official!"

His eyes were bright and scary in the night: "Besides being greedy for money, what else does the old man have?"

"Many female workers in the factory have been harmed by him. The wife of Xiao Wang from Workshop 3 even jumped into the river last year..."

"Got it!"

Zhou Qi suddenly took out a stack of banknotes and said, "This thousand yuan is the medical expenses he gave me. I will return it to you tomorrow."

He mounted his motorcycle and rushed to the glass factory, and the Seagull camera on the back seat hit the iron frame with a clanging sound.

When he climbed over the low wall of the factory, the lights on the second floor of Zhu Haibing's house were still on.

Zhou Qi was squatting in the holly bushes adjusting the camera, and happened to capture Zhu Haibing hugging a woman in a Dacron skirt in front of the window - the woman was the wife of the union chairman.

The street lights in the factory area cast long and thin shadows in the summer night. Zhou Qi leaned against the wall to observe the movements of the glass factory.

Since Zhu Haibing's wife has been released on bail, she must not be at home at this moment.

There were only a few staff members on duty patrolling the machinery in the factory at this moment, and the light-transmitting window on the second floor of the administrative building was particularly dazzling.

Everyone knows that Zhu Haibing is the type who will leave at a certain time. Working overtime? Unless the sun rises in the west.

Zhou Qi flew over the surveillance blind spot like a peregrine falcon and noticed that the night patrol deliberately avoided the east wing where the factory director's office was located.

This three-story gray brick building is half-hidden by an old crooked elm tree, and the iron door on the ground floor has been locked from the inside.

He threw the Seagull camera to his chest with his backhand and climbed up the tree trunk with protruding branches.

The erotic drama in the window on the second floor was getting more and more intense. Zhu Haibing, wearing an open Dacron shirt, leaned against the desk with a greasy face: "Xiao Li, there is only one permanent position left..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl in the floral shirt poked him on the forehead with a sweet smile: "I know! Thanks to the cultivation of the factory director."

The moment the wooden window frame was pushed open by the night wind, Zhou Qi firmly secured the best camera position.

Amid the rustling sound of the film turning at a constant speed, Zhu Haibing was performing "Old Man Pushing a Cart" and "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus Flower" with all his might, and the tungsten filament bulb illuminated every detail in great detail.

The camera in Zhou Qi's hand captured the woman's face clearly. Less than two minutes later, Zhu Haibing suddenly groaned and ended the scene hastily.

"That's all you can do and you're still pretending."

Zhou Qi spat secretly. In the camera, Zhu Haibing's sagging belly was rising and falling with his breathing.

Zhu Haibing fastened his belt and took out a cigarette: "Xiao Chen, your performance today was quite good. But..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, with gray smoke rings drifting between the two of them: "The regularization quota is very tight, and there are so many young female workers in the factory lining up."

The woman surnamed Chen clenched her skirt tightly and said, "Director Zhu, you have been saying this for half a year! I have cooperated with you three times this week, and I am still not qualified for the assessment?"

"Don't worry."

His thick hands climbed up to her shoulders and said, "We have to compare repeatedly to choose the best one." Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the security door downstairs.

Zhu Haibing grinned, revealing his cigarette-stained teeth: "Look, isn't there another one?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "inspection" and lingered his fingers on the woman's waist: "You and Xiao Zhang will compete in the same field later. Whoever works harder will get the regular position."

When the third figure appeared in the office, Zhou Qi adjusted the focus to capture the ugly appearance of the three people.

After Zhu Haibing collapsed on the leather sofa like a puddle of mud, he quietly slid down the old elm tree and headed straight for the target residence.

The cast iron door lock opened with a click as the thin wire fiddled with it. Ever since he "sent" his first wife Zhang Xiaohua to a sanatorium, this suburban villa has become Zhu Haibing's private hunting ground.

At this moment, the messy clothes and family planning supplies scattered all over the room are silently accusing the owner of his excessive debauchery.

As soon as the door opened, Zhou Qi started rummaging through the drawers as if he was in his own backyard.

He was sure that Zhu Haibing was a coward and would not dare to call the police, so he took out an envelope from the compartment of the closet, which contained 15,000 yuan in cash neatly stacked inside.

Early the next morning, Zhou Qi knocked on a family's door carrying color photos that he had developed overnight.

"Fuck! Who is so blind..."

A strong smell of alcohol wafted out from the crack in the door, and a bearded man appeared, staggering with a bottle of wine in his hand.

Zhou Qi glanced at the beer cans scattered around the room and thought to himself that it was no wonder that his wife was so drunk in broad daylight, so she let Zhu Haibing take advantage of her.

"Get off!"

Zhou Qi walked into the house with his shoulders raised. In the small suite of about 30 square meters, takeaway boxes were piled up like a small mountain, and a wrinkled work suit was hanging on the sofa.