Chapter 51 Banquet

Farrell, with white skin and gold, was sent to the plane in the sound of the gongs and drums of the enthusiastic Chinese workers' honor guard. If the airport did not allow a wide variety of celebration ceremonies, the Ministry of Industry might have organized workers to dance lions to send off, and sang a simple Chinese folk song by the way: We workers have foreign exchange, we workers have foreign exchange...

Farrell thinks that the Chinese are too cunning, not simple at all, not hospitable at all. Especially the young man who smiled like a white sheep was simply his nightmare.

Originally, he thought that the Chinese were ignorant and wanted to take the opportunity to make a lot of money, but he was cheated by the ignorant Chinese... The patent fee of $1,299. If he hadn't signed a production line contract of $1 million, he would not have agreed.

A business charges twice. Is this a common way for Asian people to charge?

In a wild thought, the plane took off slowly. Farrell finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally left the land. He was so excited that he would never come again. He must tell his colleagues: China is in danger, and you need to be cautious when entering...

After sending farewell to Farrell, all departments began to reward their achievements.

This is a real foreign exchange. It's two million dollars. You can walk without looking at the road. It specializes in hiring people as crutches. There are dozens of indicators for imported refrigerators. Color TVs and washing machines count. It's no problem to drive imported motorcycles.

At the celebration banquet.

Every one who participated in this project is full of vitality. The director of the gold factory of Dalian Heavy Industry was also very happy. After respecting the leader, he came to Su Cheng with a glass and said with a red smile, "Factory Director Su, I would like to give you a toast. It's all because of you that we can show our big face today. A few days ago, it's hard for us to say this, but everyone knows that the Golden Retriever foreigner bought our production line for your design. Dalian Heavy Industry has benefited from you. I would like to give you a toast to the 3,280 cadres and employees of the whole factory.

The director of the gold factory raised his head and poured a glass of two taels of wine into his stomach.

When Su Cheng saw it, his heart trembled and said with a smile, "This is everyone's credit..."

"You are a great meritorious minister, a great meritorious minister!" The director of the gold factory was a little dizzy in an instant. He blocked Su Cheng with his hand and prevented him from returning to the wine. He filled himself with another cup and said, "My old gold has been working hard for 20 years, and I have made a lot of foreign exchange, but those who really make money can be counted with one hand. Your brother, come on! Let me toast you again."

After saying that, two or two taels of Maotai entered the belly.

Su Cheng didn't dare to let him drink again. He quickly blocked it and said with a smile, "Factory Director Jin, our two factories will have more contact in the future..."

"You're right!" The director of the gold factory nodded and suddenly laughed loudly, "We are so relieved to do this business. In the past, foreign golden retrieveors came to sell our expensive goods. It's good this time. I bought our expensive goods back. $1,299, this number, Geely!"

"Geely!" Suddenly, there was a full shout.

The director of the gold factory brought the third glass of wine to Su Cheng.

Su Cheng naturally can't let him drink any more and stop him desperately.

Good boy, people in their 50s can't see Maotai and work hard.

After scrambling for a moment, the director of the gold factory slapped the table and shouted, "Su Cheng, you did the right thing."

Su Cheng was at a loss: "What's wrong with me?"

"I'll give you three glasses of wine, which is definitely not enough." Director Jin recalled for a moment and shouted loudly to the back, "Xiao Mao, come here."

Manager Mao's heart was hairy, his legs were raised, and he slipped over.

Director Jin put down his glass and said, "Xiao Mao, I want to toast three glasses of wine to Director Su. As a result, I only gave two glasses, and Director Su didn't want to drink it. What do you think?"

"I respect you!" Manager Mao was suddenly a little moved. The factory director was doing this for my own good. Give me a chance to apologize.

He gritted his teeth and took two steps back. Then he picked up a bottle of Maotai with his left hand and a bottle of Wuliangye with his right hand. He held his head high and fell down without saying a word.

Su Cheng looked at it for a while. This is the "iron cover five-star" of the 1987 53-degree Maotai. If it is better preserved, it can be sold for 15,000 yuan in the future. It's such a mess.

After drinking two bottles of wine, Comrade Xiao Mao was shaky. He stretched out his hand firmly, supported the table, and shouted, "Factory Director Su, you are a hero, I am a bear. I apologize to you. Thank you for giving me a lot of opportunities. You have a lot of them. Don't mind my little hair.

Before the strength of the wine came up, Manager Mao did not hesitate to knock on another bottle of iron with five stars, coo, coo, coo... bang...

"Alas..." Looking at half of the former allies falling to the ground, Du Lijun drank with a heavy heart.

He sat on the sidelines, accompanied by a group of people from Jinshi General Factory. No one paid attention to him anymore, like a small banquet run by himself. He was very thoughtful when he came to the East Camp this time. I want to use Halliburton's signboard to do OEM work for foreigners, which can not only earn a sum of foreign exchange, but also get rid of the fate of being a supporting factory. Who would have thought that Su Cheng said that foreign sales would charge patent fees, which would make his dream come to nothing.

Thinking that he had to look at Su Cheng's face in the future, asking for a share and money back year after year, he was tired of it.

"It's really boring to be an official in an enterprise." Du Lijun snorted and fell directly drunk on the table.

If you drink this for this portion of the banquet, it will be a mess.

Su Cheng took the opportunity to find a corner to eat some vegetables, and at the same time poured a small cup of Maotai wine and drank it by himself.

After a while, someone came over with a bottle of wine. It seemed that he also liked this corner. As soon as he sat down, he saw Su Cheng, fixed his eyes and said with a smile, "Is Director Su good? Just in time, I have a bottle of aged Maotai here. Come and have a taste.

"Oh?" Su Cheng immediately became interested and said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen the one who brought wine to the banquet."

"It was also collected from the hostel below. I am naturally greedy for wine, and I can't see others ruining the wine. After 10 years of aging, it will be a waste of wine. Seeing that Su Cheng was in high spirits, he was also very happy to turn the bottle and said, "See, there is no 53-degree logo on this. Personally, I feel that the degree is a little higher. What is written below is also 'produced by local state-owned Maotai distillery'. Yours is different. It is 'produced by Maotai Distillery in Guizhou, China', so it is a new product that has just been packaged this year. I heard that it is Japanese technology, suppressed by aluminum.

"That's right." Su Cheng's eyes were shining. When he was in college, he drank a lot of 20 yuan of wine, and he could only look at the 2,000 yuan of Maotai. At present, at this banquet, there are boxes of Maotai on the top, which makes people drink or not.

White-faced scholars are all good teachers. Seeing that Su Cheng listened carefully, he poured wine for him and laughed and said, "Everyone is greedy for freshness now, and they still love to buy this. However, if you want me to say, the wine is still old, isn't it?

Sucheng, who came from the 21st century, is not qualified to criticize Maotai before 1992. He nodded, took a sip with a very small wine cup, and sighed, "This is 500 yuan."

The white-faced scholar laughed and said, "How can it be so exaggerated? You can buy 11 yuan overseas remittance vouchers casually."

Su Cheng ignored him and ate vegetables while drinking. He was so unhappy.

The white-faced scholar took a look at it. It was so appetizing that he drank it by himself.

When he drank until he was hot all over, Su Cheng stopped the glass and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that we drank the iron cover five stars in one day and drank the three revolutions."

"Hey? How to say it?" This time it's the scholar's turn to be curious.

"The new version of the lid, the old version..." Su Cheng turned the bottle brought by the scholar, and wrote a big character in the back: Maotai is a national famous wine, produced in Maotai Town, Renhuai County, Guizhou Province, with a long history of more than 200 years. After liberation, under the leadership of the Communist Party of China, it carried out three revolutionary movements, constantly summarizing traditional experience, improving technology and quality. It has a unique style of mellow and rich, special aroma, long and sweet taste.

"Here, the three major revolutionary movements, so it is referred to as the three major revolutions for short." Su Cheng pointed to the bottle and smiled, "The atmosphere of this era is called the old flavor. In the future, it will not be easy for people to drink real products.

"The descendants have their own blessings, and I also want to drink a glass of 60-year-old raw pulp. By the way, my name is Wei Kong. I work in the oilfield office. Just call me Lao Wei.

"Lao Wei, let's have another drink." Su Cheng was half drunk, stretched his limbs presumptuously, and said with a smile, "I know Director Wu of your office. You two are not like each other."

"He?" Wei Kong curled his lips disdainfully and said, "The oilfield office is big. Director Wu is good at serving people. I am in charge of the third production, not all the way."

Su Cheng's eyelids jumped and asked, "Three births? Are you in charge of the waste oil fields and so on?

"That's natural. What's the matter? Is there a relative of Director Su who wants to contract waste oil fields? Wei Kong said drunk, "This is easy to do. You can bring someone here one day, say the number, and sign the contract. Come on, let's continue to drink, aged for 10 years, and the rest is a sin.

Su Cheng was speechless and clinked his glasses. He dared to ignore what others grabbed his head. In this person, it was not as important as Maotai.

However, think about it, if anyone takes a bottle of 1977 Maotai, it's quite neat to do something

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