Liu Qingshan also saw the disappointment on these people's faces. In the era of planned economy, public to public may be able to use credit, but if public to private, it is easy to make principled mistakes.

However, during this period, his working capital was indeed a little nervous and he couldn't afford real money.

Liquor is a hard currency for trading with Russians, and it is better than anything else, so you must contact the source of goods in advance. After all, production and processing also require a certain period of time.

"Brother Liu, can you pay a part of the deposit first, even half of it?"

Director Qin thought about it again and again and decided to take a risk and give it a try.

After all, there are not many opportunities like this, and it would be a pity to miss it.

And he also believed that a person like Liu Qingshan who has been in newspapers several times would not easily smash his own signs, and his credibility was relatively high.

Liu Qingshan smiled and explained: "Director Qin, I really don't have the funds at hand now. The money from our cooperative has invested in the construction of instant noodles factory and ham sausage factory, and they are large factories with investments of millions."

The old man Li quickly followed and said, "It's not bad, you can find out these two factories when you find out in our county."

Liu Qingshan also said with the flow: "If you believe it untruely, with these two factories, even if I run away from the monk, I can't run away from the temple."

The directors of those wineries were happy again: if it was a mortgage, there seemed to be something else to talk about.

At this time, Old Li spoke again, and he waved his hand hard:

"Brother Liu, what else can I use to mortgage it? The medicinal wines you have in our winery are now worth more than one million."

What kind of medicinal wine is the one advertised?

Everyone became interested when they heard this, and asked all the questions. This time they were completely relieved.

Nowadays, tiger bone wine has been in short supply and is not visible on the market at all. Newly processed wines will have to be soaked for at least one year before they can be sold.

Moreover, because the quantity of raw materials is limited, the output is insufficient.

Various factors combined have led to continuous rise in prices.

Since Liu Qingshan still has dozens of tons of such treasures, what else can I worry about?

Director Qin nodded first: "Brother Liu, our Songyuan Winery will sign a contract with you!"

There were two or three others who agreed.

The rest means going back to report to your superiors and trying to make the best efforts. This means lacking courage and seeking stability in everything.

Liu Qingshan probably will have a few more people coming to visit by then.

Such a business is the best, both parties benefit each other, and as for the specific price, Liu Qingshan will leave it to someone else to discuss.

The prices during this period are relatively transparent, and there is probably not much room for concessions.

After the drinks were over, they all left their contact information, and Liu Qingshan promised that Longteng Company would send someone to negotiate.

After Big Old Li signed the bill, Liu Qingshan drove Big Old Li home.

"Brother, why can't I understand what you did?" Old Li didn't know if he had drunk too much, and sat in the car and muttered.

Liu Qingshan guessed that Old Li must not have much, so he said with a smile: "It's right that I can't understand it. This is the difference between private enterprises and state-owned units."

The old man Li shook his head: "Brother, if you have time, you should take your medicinal wine back and keep it yourself."

"What does it mean?"

Liu Qingshan stepped on the brakes and stopped the car against the side of the road. He felt that Old Li must have something to say.

The eldest elder Li suddenly sighed: "I heard that because of my outstanding performance, the county wants to promote me."

"It's a good thing to be promoted."

Liu Qingshan said something, then realized something was wrong, and immediately frowned and asked, "Is someone trying to pick my brother's peach?"

"It's almost the same. My old Li has been working in the winery for most of my life. I finally did something and I really can't bear to leave." Old Li said the truth after drinking, and he was almost vomiting bitterness.

Liu Qingshan could understand his mood and reached out to pat the big old lady on the shoulder: "The official who is in a yamen is so strong, you should be more open-minded, brother."

"Transfer me to the Commercial Bureau and be the deputy director, haha, this is equivalent to retirement early." Old Li looked lonely. He was used to working in the factory and liked that atmosphere more.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel moved: "Haha, brother, if you are happy to work in the factory, my two factories will lack experienced managers like you!"

Instant noodle factory and ham sausage factory have begun to recruit workers in society. After all, it still needs a training period before you can get on duty.

It has recruited many young people, but there are not many management positions, especially those that can support the entire factory.

Currently, there are only Yang Hongying, Liu Jinfeng, and Commander Hu Wei and Commander Hu. Those who need experience and lack experience are short of people like Da Lao Li.

"Haha, brother, if I were ten years younger, I would definitely have had it with you."

The eldest brother Li didn't take it seriously, and thought Liu Qingshan was comforting him.

Liu Qingshan looked straight into the other party's eyes: "Brother, I'm serious."

Oh, Big Old Li's expression also became solemn. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry and just waited for him slowly. The tide of the 1990s had not arrived yet. In this era, there were very few people who could give up their iron jobs.

After a while, Big Old Li threw the cigarette butt out the car window and said in a silence: "Let me think about it."

"Brother, I'll wait for your good news." Liu Qingshan knew that it was already difficult for Lao Li to refuse on the spot.

This is based on the absolute trust in Liu Qingshan. Otherwise, if you want to ruin someone’s job, can you turn against you or not?

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Liu Qingshan simply decided to stay in the instant noodle factory for a whole night. The canteen and dormitory there had been completed in advance.

I drove the car into the factory, and the construction site was quiet. I didn’t have the habit of working overtime at night.

When he found that the lights were still on in the cafeteria, Liu Qingshan went in and took a look. Only then did he realize that everyone was here.

Yang Hongying, Liu Jinfeng and Hu Wei are all there, even Mr. Zhang and Director Fan are also there, and there are a few people who run errands on a daily basis, all of whom are young people from Jiapigou.

"When is it now? I haven't eaten yet."

When Liu Qingshan saw a basin of noodles on the table, he shouted, "You can't delay your meal even if you do work."

Seeing the table of people, everyone was frowning, and Liu Qingshan immediately lowered his face:

"Also, you just eat boiled noodles with white water. This is too vegetarian, as if my boss is holding you down."

"Senior Brother, hiccups, we are all full." Hu Wei burped while talking.

Yang Hongying's eyes lit up: "Sanfeng, you are back, hurry up and try the noodles."

As he said that, he picked a bowl for him, and then he saw Zhang Dashuai stand up, add a spoonful of seasonings to the noodles, and a spoonful of red sauce:

"Qingshan, try this. I made this portion. How would you taste it?"

It turned out to be a try here.

Liu Qingshan understood immediately. After taking the bowl, there was half a bowl of noodles. This thing was easy to swallow. Tulu Tulu took a few bites.

I smacked my lips and it tasted pretty good.

"It seems that the mouth is a little heavier, the pepper is a little more, and there is less butter in this sauce. Nowadays, everyone is short of oil and water in their stomachs."

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan expressed his opinion.

"Thank you for your valuable comments, please try the No. 2 seasoning."

Liu Jinfeng picked up a chopstick of noodles into Liu Qingshan's bowl.

Liu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction: "It's quite fast, I'll have two experimental varieties out here, I'll try it."

After finishing half a bowl of noodles, Liu Qingshan smacked his lips and savored it: "It seems that there is a little more MSG, but the sauce is good."

Director Fan gave him a thumbs up and said to Zhang Dashuai: "Brother Zhang, I'll just say that you should add less MSG."

Zhang Dashuai wiped his bald head and picked some noodles into Liu Qingshan's bowl: "You try the No. 3 ingredients I made again, this is the one I am most satisfied with."

Wait, Liu Qingshan didn't dare to take on the job this time: "Hi, how many ingredients have you made in total?"

"There are seven or eight things in total. Qingshan should be tasted slowly." Zhang Dashuai stuffed the bowl into Liu Qingshan's hands again.

Liu Qingshan suddenly turned into a bitter face: "I've finished supper, burp."

He now understood a little, why everyone looked sad, but they were all over.

So he smiled and said, "Why do I feel a little familiar? The noodles played by Chen Xiaoer and Lao Maoer are asked to bring you here, right?"

Everyone laughed together, Director Fan was an exception, and he had never watched the Spring Festival Gala.

Liu Qingshan was also inspired by himself: "If our instant noodles are advertised in the future, please invite these two."

"What, you still need to advertise?"

Liu Jinfeng knew that advertising fees were very expensive.

"Fight, of course you have to fight." Liu Qingshan is well aware of the influence of current advertising.

Zhang Dashuai interjected and said, "Don't study advertising first, Qingshan, eat noodles and noodles."

This time, Liu Qingshan also learned to be smart. He tasted a small bite every time. At the end of the day, he was confused and could not tell which one was better or worse.

After a long burp, he said, "Don't worry, it's not that the production will start tomorrow. Let's take your time and don't burst into trouble."

"There is another one, I don't know if you have considered it. Production of products also requires controlling costs."

"Uncle Dashuai, the beef pieces in your beef sauce are as big as fermented bean curd. Our instant noodles are priced at 50 cents per bag, and a large piece of meat will lose money."
To be continued...