Farrell, with white skin and golden hair, was sent onto the plane amid the gongs and drums of the enthusiastic Chinese workers' guard of honor. If the airport did not allow a wide variety of celebration ceremonies, the Ministry of Industry might also organize workers to dance lions and farewells, and sing a simple Chinese folk song: We workers have foreign exchange, and we workers have foreign exchange...

Farrell felt that the Chinese were too cunning, not simple at all, and not hospitality at all. Especially the young man who smiled like Aries was simply his nightmare.

I thought the Chinese were ignorant and wanted to take the opportunity to make a big profit, but in the end, they were cheated by the ignorant Chinese... The patent fee of $1,299 would have been signed. If he had not signed a production line contract of $1 million, he would definitely not have agreed.

Is this a common way to charge for Asian people?

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

After Farewell, each department began to reward meritoriously.

This is real foreign exchange, two million US dollars, you can stop looking at the road when you walk, and hire people as crutches. The indicators for imported refrigerators are dozens. What are the color TVs and washing machines? It’s okay to drive imported motorcycles.

Celebration banquet.

Everyone who participated in this project looked so proud. Director Jin of Dalian Heavy Industry was also very happy. After tribute to the leader, he looked for Su Cheng with a wine glass and smiled red, "Director Su, I will toast you a glass. We can show our big face today because of you. A few days ago, we couldn't say this, but everyone knew in their hearts that the golden retriever foreigner bought our production line for your design. Dalian Heavy Industry has benefited from you. I will toast you for 3,280 cadres and staff in the factory."

Director Jin raised his head and poured a glass of two taels of wine into his stomach.

When Su Cheng saw this, he trembled and said with a smile: "This is everyone's credit..."

"You are a great hero, a great hero!" Director Jin was a little dizzy in an instant. He blocked Su Cheng with his hands and prevented him from returning to the wine. He filled another glass and said, "I, Lao Jin, have been working in the big reproduction for 20 years, and have a lot of foreign exchange earnings, but those who really make money can count with one hand. Your brother, that's great! I'll give you another cup."

After talking, another two tael of Moutai was in his stomach.

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

"You're right!" Director Jin nodded and suddenly laughed loudly: "We did this transaction so ease. In the past, foreign golden retrievers came to sell our expensive goods. This time, I bought our expensive goods back. $1,299, this number is good!"

"Goodie!" There was a shouting sound in the audience.

Director Jin picked up the third glass of wine and wanted to toast Su Cheng.

Su Cheng naturally couldn't let him drink it anymore and stopped him desperately.

What a good guy, a man in his 50s, he can't just try his best to see Moutai.

After a moment of scrambling, Director Jin slapped the table and shouted: "Su Cheng, you did the right thing."

Su Cheng was confused: "What's wrong with me?"

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

Manager Mao was so angry that he lifted himself up with his legs standing up.

Director Jin put down his glass and said, "Xiao Mao, I want to toast three glasses of wine to Director Su, but after only two toasts, Director Su was unwilling to drink it. What do you think of to do."

"I'll respect you on your behalf!" Manager Mao suddenly felt a little moved. The factory manager was giving me a chance to apologize.

He gritted his teeth and took two steps back, then lifted a bottle of Maotai with his left hand and a bottle of Wuliangye with his right hand, held his head up, poured it down with a gurgling gusting, without saying a word.

Su Cheng felt a little regretful when he saw it. This was the "iron-covered five-star" 1987 53-degree Moutai. It was better preserved and could be sold for 15,000 in the future. It was just a waste.

After drinking two bottles of wine, Comrade Xiaomao was shaking. He stretched out his hand strongly, supported the table, and shouted: "Director Su, you are a hero, I am a bear. I apologize to you. Thank you for giving you the big opportunity. You have a lot of it, don't mind my little hair."

Before the alcohol was coming, Manager Mao knocked open another bottle of iron lid without hesitation, gurgling, gurgling...bang...

"Oh..." Looking at the half of the Allied Army that had fallen to the ground, Du Lijun was in a heavy mood and drank a depressed wine.

He sat on the sidelines, with only a group of people from the Jinshi General Factory in front of him, and no one paid attention to it, as if he was a small banquet held by his own home. This time he came to Dongzhang and was very interested. He wanted to use Halliburton's signature to do OEM for foreigners. Not only could he make a fortune in foreign exchange, but he could also get rid of the fate of being a supporting factory. Who would have thought that Su Cheng's words: Foreign sales charge patent fees will make his dream shattered.

Thinking about his future, he would have to look at Su Cheng's expression. He felt so tired of asking for share and repayment year after year.

"It's so boring to be an official in a company." Du Lijun snorted and fell drunk on the table.

After drinking this banquet, it will be messed up.

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

After a while, someone came over with a bottle of wine, and seemed to have taken a fancy to this corner. As soon as he sat down, he saw Su Cheng, looked closely and smiled and said, "Director Su is good at this? It just so happens that I have a bottle of aged Moutai here, come and try it."

"Oh?" Su Cheng immediately became interested and smiled, "It's the first time I've come to attend the banquet. I've brought my own wine."

"It was also collected from the guesthouse below. I am a man who is naturally greedy for wine and can't bear to see others slap good wine. I've been aged for 10 years, and it's a waste to fight for wine." The other party looked like a white-faced scholar. Seeing Su Cheng's mood rising, he happily turned the bottle and introduced: "See, there is no 53-degree mark on it. I personally feel that the degree should be slightly higher. The one below is also 'produced by local state-owned Moutai Distillery'. Yours is different. It is 'produced by China's Kweichow Moutai Distillery', so it is a new product that has just been replaced this year. I heard that it is a Japanese technology and pressed by aluminum."

"That's right." Su Cheng's eyes flashed. When he was in college, he drank more than 20 yuan of wine, and the 2,000 yuan of Moutai could only be looked at. At the banquet, boxes of Moutai were loaded upwards, which was not right for people to drink, nor was it not right if they didn't drink it.

The white-faced scholars are all good at teaching. Seeing that Su Cheng listened seriously, he poured him wine and said with a smile: "Everyone is greedy for freshness now and loves to buy this kind of thing. But, if you ask me, the wine is still aged, right?"

Sucheng, which has been since the 21st century, is not qualified to criticize Moutai from 1992 years ago? He kept nodding, took a sip with a very small wine cup, and sighed: "This is 500 yuan."

The white-faced scholar laughed: "Where is such an exaggeration? Just buy 11 overseas exchange coupons."

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

When the white-faced scholar saw that it was so suitable for his appetite, he poured it himself and drank it.

After drinking until his whole body was hot, Su Cheng stopped the cup and smiled and said, "I didn't expect that in one day, we drank the five-star iron cover and drank the three major revolutions."

"Hey? What do you mean?" This time it was the scholar's turn to be curious.

"The new version looks at the lid, the old version..." Su Cheng turned the bottle brought by the scholar in circle, and saw that there was a big word written later: Maotai is a national famous liquor, produced in Maotai Town, Renhuai County, Guizhou Province, and has a long history of more than 200 years. After liberation, under the leadership of the Chinese **, he carried out three major revolutionary movements, constantly summarizing traditional experiences, improving technology, and improving quality. It has a unique style of mellow and rich, special fragrance, and sweetness.

"It's here, the three revolutionary movements, so it's called the three revolutions for short." Su Cheng pointed to the bottle and smiled: "The atmosphere of this era is called old flavor. It will not be easy for people in the future to drink the authentic products."

"The descendants have their own blessings. I still want to have a cup of 60-year-old raw juice. By the way, my name is Wei Kong. I work in the oil field office, so call me Lao Wei."

"Old Wei, let's have another cup." Su Cheng was half drunk, stretched his limbs unrestrainedly and smiled: "I know Director Wu in your office, you two are not like you."

"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 tertiary industry, not all the way."

Su Cheng's eyelids twitched and asked, "The tertiary industry? What's the waste oil fields and the like are yours?"

"Naturally, why, Director Su has a relative who wants to contract the waste oil field?" Wei Kong said drunk: "This is easy. If you bring people here one day, just sign the contract. Come on, let's continue drinking, 10 years of age, and the rest is left, but it's a sin."

Su Cheng clinked his glass speechlessly. It was true that other people stole the things that were not as important as Maotai in this person.

However, if you think about it carefully, if anyone takes a bottle of Maotai from 1977, it will be quite clear to do something.

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