Chapter 51: The Banquet (Please click and recommend)

  Farewell, Farrel, with a white skin and golden hair, was sent off the plane amidst the passionate drumming of the Chinese worker honor guard. If not for the airport's prohibition on various forms of celebration, the Ministry of Industry might have even organized workers to perform a lion dance sendoff, singing a simple Chinese folk song: "We workers have foreign exchange, we workers have foreign exchange..."

  Farrell thought the Chinese were too cunning, not honest at all, and not hospitable. Especially that young man who smiled like a white sheep, he was simply his nightmare.

  Originally thought Chinese people were ignorant, wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a big profit, but unexpectedly was deceived by an ignorant Chinese person...... $1,299 patent fee, if he hadn't already signed a $10 million production line contract, he would definitely not have agreed.

  Is it a common practice among Asian people to charge twice for one deal?

  As the plane took off slowly, Farrel finally let out a sigh of relief. He was finally leaving this land behind, and he couldn't help but feel excited. From now on, he vowed never to set foot in China again. He had to warn his colleagues: "China is dangerous, enter with caution..."

  After seeing Farewell off, various departments began to discuss merits and rewards.

  "This is the real deal, foreign exchange worth two million US dollars. You can walk out without looking at the road and hire someone to be your cane. The quota for imported refrigerators is just a few dozen, what's the point of counting color TVs and washing machines? Even importing motorcycles is no problem."

  At the celebration banquet.

  Everyone who participated in this project was in high spirits. Jin Changzhang from Dalian Heavy Industry was also very happy, and after toasting the leaders, he held up his wine glass and found Su Cheng, beaming with joy: "Su Changzhang, I'd like to toast you! We're able to show our faces today all because of you. A few days ago, we couldn't say this out loud, but everyone knew in their hearts that the foreigner with the blond hair bought our production line just for your design. Dalian Heavy Industry is basking in your glory, and I'm representing all 3280 employees to toast you!"

  The factory director tilted his head back and downed a cup of liquor weighing two liang.

  Su Cheng saw it and his heart skipped a beat, smiling: "This is everyone's credit..."

  "You're the real hero, a huge contributor!" Director Jin was momentarily stunned, using his hand to block Su Cheng from pouring more wine, and then refilled his own cup, saying: "I, Old Jin, have been working in this industry for 20 years, and I've made some foreign exchange earnings too. But those who really made money, I can count on one hand. You, my brother, are impressive! Let me toast you again."

  After finishing speaking, another two liang of Maotai went down his throat.

  Su Cheng didn't dare let him drink anymore and hastily blocked his way, laughing: "Director Jin, from now on our two factories will have more interactions, that's all..."

  "Right you are!" Mr. Jin nodded, suddenly bursting into loud laughter: "This time we've made a great deal! In the past, it was always foreign blondes who came to sell us their expensive goods. But this time, ha! We've actually sold them our own expensive goods and they're taking them back with them. $1299 - what a lucky number!"

  "Ganbatte!" The whole field was filled with cheers.

  Jin Changzhang raised his third cup of wine and wanted to toast Su Cheng.

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

  Good grief, someone over 50 years old can't just go crazy when they see Maotai.

  After a brief dispute, Jin Changzhang slapped the table and shouted: "Su Cheng, you're right."

  Su Cheng stared blankly: "What's wrong with me again?"

  "I'll drink three cups of wine with you, that's definitely not enough." Director Jin recalled for a moment, then shouted loudly to the back: "Little Mao, come over."

  Manager Mao's heart was racing, he stood up straight and pulled himself together.

  "Jin Changlang put down his wine cup and said, 'Xiao Mao, I wanted to toast three cups of wine to Su Changlang, but only toasted two cups. Now Su Changlang doesn't want to drink anymore. What do you think we should do?'"

  "I'll take it for you!" Manager Mao suddenly felt a little moved. The factory director is doing this for my own good. Giving me an opportunity to apologize.

  He gritted his teeth, took two steps back, then with his left hand picked up a bottle of Maotai and with his right hand picked up a bottle of Wuliangye, raised his head, and gurgled down the liquor without saying a word.

  Su Cheng couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, this was the 1987 53-degree "Iron Cap Five Stars" Maotai, if it had been preserved a bit better, it could have sold for 15,000 in the future, and now it's being wasted like this.

  Two bottles of wine finished, Comrade Xiaomao was swaying, he stretched out his hand to support the table and shouted: "Director Su, you are a hero, I am a dog. I apologize to you, thank you for giving me the opportunity to work at Dahe, you are magnanimous, don't mind this little Xiaomao."

  Taking advantage of the alcohol not having taken effect yet, Manager Mao opened another bottle of Wuliangye with a "pop". Glug glug glug... pop!

  "Alas..." Looking at half of his former allies fallen, Du Li's mood was heavy as he drank his wine in silence.

  He sat on the sidelines, with only a group of people from Jinshi General Factory accompanying him in front, and no one else paying attention to him, as if it were a private banquet. This time he came to Dongying, his mind was very big. He wanted to use the Haliburton brand to do OEM for foreigners, not only could he earn a lot of foreign exchange from this, but also get rid of the fate of being an accessory factory. Who would have thought that Su Cheng's sentence: "Foreign sales need to pay patent fees", made his beautiful dream become a bubble.

  He thought again that he would have to look at Su Cheng's face in the future, year after year asking for a share and repayment, his heart was fed up.

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

  When drinking at a banquet reaches this point, it's all chaotic.

  Su Cheng took advantage of the opportunity to find a corner and eat some dishes, while pouring a small cup of Maotai wine, drinking by himself.

  After a while, someone else came over with a bottle of wine, seemingly also eyeing this corner. As soon as he sat down, he caught sight of Su Cheng and smiled: "Director Su is also fond of this? How perfect, I have a bottle of aged Maotai here, come try some."

  "Oh?" Su Cheng immediately became interested and laughed: "To attend a wine party and bring your own wine, this is the first time I've seen it."

  "This is also from the wine cellar downstairs. I'm a person who can't stand to see good wine being wasted, and this 10-year-old vintage would be wasted if used for mixing drinks." The other person, with a bookish appearance, seeing Su Cheng's high spirits, was also excitedly introducing the bottle: "Look, this one doesn't have the 53-degree label on it. I personally feel that the degree is slightly higher. What's written below is 'Local State-owned Maotai Wine Factory Product'. Yours is different, it says 'China G Province Maotai Wine Factory Product', so it's a new product with a changed packaging from this year. I heard it uses Japanese technology and aluminum compression."

  "That's right." Su Cheng's eyes sparkled, when he was in college, 20 yuan worth of liquor was a lot to drink, and 2000 yuan worth of Maotai could only be admired. Now at this banquet, box after box of Maotai were being poured out, making it awkward whether to drink or not to drink.

  The white-faced scholars are all good at teaching others, listening to Su City's words with a serious expression. As he poured wine for him, he smiled and said: "Everyone is greedy for novelty now, and they love to buy this kind of thing. But if you ask me, old wine is still the most fragrant, isn't it?"

  A person from the 21st century, Su Cheng, has no right to criticize Maotai from before '92. He nodded vigorously, took a small sip from his cup and sighed: "This is what 50 bucks tastes like."

  The young scholar in white laughed: "Where is it so exaggerated, 11 yuan foreign exchange coupons are easy to buy."

  Su Cheng ignored him, drinking and eating with great relish.

  The young scholar with a pale face couldn't help but take a look and found it very appetizing, so he also started drinking on his own.

  Drinking until his whole body was hot, Su Cheng stopped his cup and laughed: "I didn't expect that within one day, I would drink the Iron Lid Five Stars and also get to the Three Great Revolutions."

  "What? How's that?" This time it was Shu Sheng who was curious.

  "New cap, old...". Su Cheng turned the bottle brought by Shu Sheng around and saw that on the back it was written in big characters: Maotai wine is a national famous liquor, produced in Guizhou Province Renhuai County Maotai Town, with a history of over 200 years. After liberation, under the leadership of the Communist Party of China, the three major revolutionary movements were carried out, constantly summarizing traditional experience, improving technology, and improving quality. It has a unique style of pure and mellow, special fragrance, and long aftertaste sweetness.

  "It's right here, the Three Great Revolutions, so it's also known as the Three Great Revolutions." Su Cheng pointed to the bottle body and smiled: "The atmosphere of this era is called old flavor. Later people will find it hard to drink the real thing again."

  "Later generations will have their own good fortune, but I still want to drink a cup of the original 60-year-old brew. By the way, my name is Wei Kong, and I work in the oil field office, just call me Old Wei."

  "Lao Wei, let's have another cup." Su Cheng, who was half drunk, stretched out his limbs and laughed: "I know Director Wu in your office, you two don't look alike."

  "He?" Wei Kong disdainfully curled his lip and said, "The oil field office is big, Director Wu is good at serving people, I'm in charge of the third production team, not on the same road."

  Su Cheng's eyelid twitched as he asked, "The third product? Are you also in charge of abandoned oil fields and the like?"

  "That's natural. So, Director Su has a relative who wants to take over the abandoned oil field?" Wei Kong said with a drunken smile: "This is easy to handle, just bring the person over one day, discuss the terms, sign the contract and that's it. Come on, let's keep drinking, 10-year-old vintage wine, what a waste if we don't finish it."

  In Suzhou, people are speechless when they clash cups, but for this person, even the most precious things in life are not as important as Moutai liquor.

  However, thinking carefully, if someone takes out a bottle of 1977 Maotai wine to get things done, it's quite efficient.

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