Chapter 12

Zhou Andong walked to the distillery gate, squatted down, scratched on the snow, pondering the packaging of the new liquor. Finally, he decided to use the packaging of Moutai's Red Dragon VIP, simple and not complicated, looking grand.

"Zhou Andong!" A woman's voice suddenly rang out.

This sudden sound startled Zhou Andong, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked it up, flicked the snow off it, threw it back into his mouth, and then looked up.

The woman was about twenty, short, but had a pair of crystal-clear eyes, pure and clear, as bright as stars. At this moment, she was smiling at Zhou Andong, her eyes curving like crescent moons, as if that spiritual charm was overflowing. And her smile always gave people an irresistible affinity.

"Wang Ruomei!"

Zhou Andong muttered; she was Liu Zhiguang's secret crush.

Before, the relationship between the two was extremely good. After Zhou Andong got married, Wang Ruomei distanced herself from him. Less than a year later, she also got married, and after that, they only nodded when they met.

Actually, Zhou Andong also knew about Wang Ruomei's feelings for him, but he just didn't have a spark for this woman. It wasn't that Wang Ruomei wasn't good-looking; except for not being very tall, she was prettier than Jiang Yuping. And her personality was also good, carefree, and she did things more heroically than old men.

But for Zhou Andong, this woman could be a sworn sister, a brother for a lifetime, or even a best friend, just couldn't be married home as a wife.

Wang Ruomei also squatted down, looking at Zhou Andong with a smile: "What are you drawing?"

Zhou Andong rubbed his nose. He always felt that this woman was a bit wrong, as if she had taken the wrong medicine: "Bored, drawing randomly."

"That's right!" Wang Ruomei's smile never disappeared: "You're a college student, tell me, I don't understand either. I've been stupid since I was little, never passed an exam."

Zhou Andong said: "Actually, when I was in junior high, my studies weren't good either. Once I scored 90, and when I got home, my dad didn't believe it, insisting that I added the 0 myself, and beat me up. I still feel wronged to this day."

"Uh-huh!" Wang Ruomei nodded vigorously: "That's really wronged."

Zhou Andong took a drag of his cigarette, with a face full of grievance: "I've always wanted to explain it clearly to him, that the 0 really wasn't added by me later, actually the 9 was what I added."

"You really should explain to Uncle..." Halfway through, Wang Ruomei suddenly closed her mouth, paused, and then burst into laughter, punching Zhou Andong on the shoulder: "Heard you divorced?"

"Dog man and woman!" Not far away, Liu Zhiguang looked at Zhou Andong and Wang Ruomei, who were laughing and talking, with a resentful look, cursed after gritting his teeth, and turned away.

"Who did you hear that from?" Zhou Andong asked.

Wang Ruomei lifted her hair from her forehead to behind her ear: "When I went to the second workshop, I ran into Dajun, and he told me."

"Stinky brat!" Zhou Andong cursed: "Why tell everything to everyone."

Wang Ruomei suddenly stopped talking, just staring blankly at Zhou Andong, making Zhou Andong feel very uneasy.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Ruomei's gaze became softer and softer, and that strange expression suddenly made Zhou Andong feel very uneasy.

"If..." Wang Ruomei suddenly said: "I divorce, will you marry me?"

"Thump!" Zhou Andong sat on the ground, and the cigarette butt in his mouth fell: "Comrade Wang Ruomei, let's play, but don't play so big, I'm scared."

"I'm joking, look how scared you are." Wang Ruomei laughed loudly, stood up, waved her hand and said: "I'm leaving, still have to go home to cook."

Zhou Andong rubbed his face: "Damn, this woman is even more fierce than before, becoming more and more scary."

"Why are you sitting on the snow in a daze?" Yao Jun walked over.

Zhou Andong stood up and patted the snow on his butt: "A bit hot, sitting on the snow to cool down."

Yao Jun rolled his eyes and handed the water-filling steamed buns he was carrying to Zhou Andong: "I went to the Broadcasting Station to find you, this was given by Aunt Liu."

"I forgot." Zhou Andong took the water-filling steamed buns.

Yao Jun said: "How do you have money to eat water-filling steamed buns? A while ago, it rose to 12 yuan a *jin*, too outrageous, didn't bear to eat."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I have no money, this was robbed from a local tyrant."

"By the way!" Yao Jun asked: "You made a bet with Liu Zhiguang to sell seven tons of liquor before New Year's Day?"

Zhou Andong nodded: "Let's go, talk while walking."

Not far from the distillery, there was a casserole snack shop, very old, and the casserole was very authentic, so Zhou Andong, Yao Jun, and Chen Weimin often gathered here to drink.

"Boss, make the sauerkraut pot first, put more meat."

Chen Weimin was thin and tall, his hair was well-groomed, and he even had a small beard on his chin. After taking off his cotton coat, he wore work clothes, but even the work clothes looked very straight and clean.

As soon as Zhou Andong entered, he saw Chen Weimin smoking there: "Every year at this time, isn't your printing factory the busiest? Why so early."

Chen Weimin smiled: "Someone is treating, have to come even if the bonus is deducted."

Yao Jun pulled a stool and put it under his butt: "San'er, your thinking is wrong. You know the situation of the distillery, this month's wages are estimated not to be paid, the New Year is hard to pass, and you still ask us to treat, where is your conscience?"

"Right!" Zhou Andong sat down and grabbed the cigarette in front of Chen Weimin: "You have 20 yuan a month now, if you don't treat, who treats?"

"Damn!" Chen Weimin cursed: "You two are really brats."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Ask you something, how much does it cost to print a calendar in your factory?"

Chen Weimin said: "Thirteen sheets of paper with a cover, seven or eight yuan."

"What about without a cover?" Zhou Andong asked.

Chen Weimin said: "Not much difference, a few cents."

Zhou Andong smacked his lips: "This is too expensive."

Chen Weimin said: "Two or three hundred people, once the machine moves, it's all money. Why ask this? Want to print calendars?"

Zhou Andong nodded: "I want to print calendars to promote our factory's liquor."

Chen Weimin curled his lips: "Who drinks big sorghum now? With the money to print calendars, it's better to give us bonuses."

"You know a fart!" Zhou Andong took a drag of his cigarette, and briefly talked about the bet and the reform.

Chen Weimin frowned: "Printing calendars for advertising, it sounds like it's the case, but no one has done this before. Are you sure it can work? Don't let it have no effect, the money is thrown into the water, and your factory secretary can pat his butt and leave, still being a leader elsewhere, while you become a joke in the factory."

Zhou Andong smiled: "It's already on the string, have to fire. However, even if the liquor can't be sold, just printing calendars, we can also make a small fortune and have a fat New Year."

Chen Weimin froze, then understood, looked at Zhou Andong and Yao Jun, and laughed tacitly: "I know a private printing factory boss, the paper quality is a bit worse, but the printing quality is absolutely not bad, and the price can be half cheaper."