Rebirth in 1980, the rise of the golden age

After delivering the goods, Li Youcai came to Beiwei Restaurant again.

In this era without mobile phones or pagers, it is really inconvenient to get things done.

The restaurant's business today is better than yesterday, and more than half of the tables are occupied.

Gao Dapeng was standing at the counter, checking the bill.

Li Youcai looked around deliberately but didn't see Widow Wang.

"Brother Gao, it looks like business is good today."

"Brother Youcai, you are here."

When he saw Li Youcai, Gao Dapeng put down the receipt in his hand.

He smiled mysteriously and said, "Let me tell you, that Wang Wanru is really amazing. She's only been here for a day and she's already memorized all our special dishes. She's currently taking orders for customers in the private room."

Widow Wang did a great job here, and Li Youcai's work was not in vain.

But he came here this time mainly for the old factory opposite.

Gao Dapeng had mentioned before that he was very familiar with the leaders of the flour mill.

"Brother Gao, I came here to ask you for a favor. Can you help me arrange a dinner and invite the leaders of the flour mill to come out and meet?" Li Youcai said.

Hearing this, Gao Dapeng laughed out loud: "Last time you asked me, I knew you must be eyeing the old factory across the street."

"It's no problem to arrange a dinner, but I can't guarantee that it will be what you want."

"I am very grateful to you for being able to meet with the head of the flour mill."

"Okay, wait a minute. I'll call the director of the flour mill right now."

Gao Dapeng said this and turned to walk into the counter.

He pulled out a small black notebook from the bottom drawer and quickly found the page with the flour mill's phone number.

Picking up the phone, Gao Dapeng dialed a few numbers and waited.

Li Youcai stood opposite Gao Dapeng, waiting quietly.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello, Lao Wei, it's me, Gao Dapeng."

"hehe···"

"I have something to talk to you about. My younger brother has taken a fancy to your old factory and wants to invite you out for dinner."

"I understand, but you still don't believe me."

“It must be good wine and good food.”

"Well, it's settled then, tomorrow evening at 5 o'clock. I'll be waiting for you, Director Wei, at my table. Hehe..."

Just a few simple words and he was able to invite the person over.

That’s the benefit of connections.

Some people try their best but cannot accomplish anything, but for some people, the same thing can be accomplished with just a phone call. This is the difference.

Gao Dapeng put down the microphone with a smile.

"You heard it, 5 o'clock tomorrow night." Gao Dapeng said with a smile.

Li Youcai gave Gao Dapeng a thumbs up: "Brother Gao is really good at what he does, and he is very powerful."

"What are the hobbies of Director Wei?" Li Youcai asked.

"Old Wei is a nice guy. We have known each other for a long time. He doesn't smoke, but he is a bit picky about food. He likes both food and drinks." Gao Dapeng said.

Hearing this, Li Youcai raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

I'm not afraid of having preferences, I'm just afraid of pretending to be noble.

Some people sit in a position and have a little power in their hands, but they worry about this and that all day long.

He folds his arms every day and thinks everyone he sees is trying to curry favor with him and drag him into trouble.

They are just defending each other and not doing anything based on facts.

Such a person is hypocritically noble. He desires others to get close to him and flatter him so as to show off his status and position, but he also pretends to drive away those who get close to him so as to show his integrity to others.

The most troublesome.

Li Youcai smiled and said, "It's no problem if you like to drink. I'll go get a few bottles of Moutai."

"I'm going to tell you in advance, this Old Wei can drink a lot, two pounds or more, so you have to be mentally prepared. If you can't handle it, call the old squad leader, and the three of us can take care of him."

Gao Dapeng has worked in the state-owned restaurant for so many years that he knows Director Wei's drinking capacity very well. Worried that Li Youcai would be caught off guard tomorrow, he specifically reminded Li Youcai in advance.

The last time Gao Dapeng and the other two drank, each of them basically drank one pound of wine.

If they fight alone, they are definitely no match for Wei Jianguo.

Gao Dapeng then suggested calling Wang Changlin and the three of them had a round-robin battle with him.

"This is a good idea."

Li Youcai knew the exact amount of food he ate. If he ate one jin, he would become dizzy, and if he ate one and a half jin, he would collapse. If he ate two jin, he would transform on the spot.

If Director Wei really wanted to produce more than two kilograms, Li Youcai asked himself if he was sure.

"I'll call Brother Wang right now."

Li Youcai said something to Gao Dapeng, pulled the landline on the counter, and called Wang Changlin's office.

I briefly told Wang Changlin about the content of tomorrow's drinking party, and Wang Changlin readily agreed.

Li Youcai just put down the microphone.

Gao Dapeng said with a shrewd look, "Well, the old squad leader will definitely come. As long as there's Maotai, he'll definitely come."

Li Youcai smiled and nodded.

At the appointed time, Li Youcai left Beiwei Restaurant.

I drove to the supply and marketing cooperative with my father Li Guanghu.

In this era, a bottle of Moutai costs 8 yuan, and you need a permit to buy it.

Although Beiwei Restaurant is a state-owned restaurant, it does not stock Moutai liquor.

Li Youcai found several ticket scalpers outside the supply and marketing cooperative and finally received 12 Moutai tickets at a high price.

Holding the approval slip, Li Youcai took out two whole boxes of Moutai liquor from the supply and marketing cooperative.

"I've lived half my life, but I've never tasted such good wine." Looking at the two boxes of Moutai on the mule cart, Li Guanghu's dry mouth became moist.

Li Youcai tore open a box, took out a bottle of wine from it, looked at it in his hand, and then handed it to his father.

"You can drink it this time. Wait for me to get some approval and buy you a few more bottles."

Li Guanghu took the bottle of wine and unscrewed the cap without thinking. He smelled the aroma of the wine and couldn't help but take a sip.

Ha~~~!

"Is this Moutai? The taste is really different."

After smacking his lips a few times to taste the flavor, Li Guanghu took another sip.

"Dad, don't drink on an empty stomach. It hurts your stomach." Seeing his father drinking it all in one gulp, Li Youcai hurriedly advised him.

"You still care about your father?"

Li Guanghu doesn't care about that.

He threw the whip in his hand onto the car.

He grabbed a piece of braised beef from the tin bucket, took a sip of wine and a bite of meat, and started eating.

"drive!"

The old horse knew the way, and the mule started walking towards home without Li Guanghu driving it.

The old man driving the cart drank Maotai, and this scene attracted many people to look back.

Li Youcai was sitting on a mule cart.

When passing the intersection, the traffic police on duty looked at them a few more times.

Li Guanghu proved with his own actions that drinking while driving a mule cart is definitely not considered drunk driving.