Chapter 14

The next day, Zhou Andong got up at six o'clock. Pushing open the door, he took a breath of cold air, as if his blood had frozen, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Damn, it's really cold." Zhou Andong muttered, wrapping his cotton coat. Such cold weather, with the formation and intensification of the greenhouse effect, was almost unseen more than ten years later.

"What's in the pot?" Zhou Andong lifted the curtain of the outer room. His older sister was burning fire to cook, and steam was puffing out from the edge of the pot lid.

*Click*, Zhou Anqin snapped the firewood and stuffed it into the stove: "Leftover stewed sauerkraut and corn cakes from last night."

"Is it ready?" Zhou Andong asked.

"Ready!" Zhou Anqin lifted the pot lid, and the steaming heat instantly filled the room, "I burned so much firewood, just to burn the *kang*, and if it's hot, Dad's waist will be more comfortable."

Zhou Andong grabbed a corn cake and bit it. There was no taste, dry, and it scratched his throat, but he really missed this taste. He stood by the pot, filled a bowl of sauerkraut, and ate three corn cakes in one breath.

"I'm done, these water-filling steamed buns are for you guys, don't bear not to eat." Zhou Andong put down his chopsticks, "I'm going to work, it will be very busy for a while, so I won't come back, call the factory if anything happens."

Out of the courtyard, Zhou Andong looked at the chimney of his uncle's house; it wasn't smoking, obviously they hadn't gotten up yet.

Zhou Anbin threw the little girl into the snow pile and beat Zhou Anbei, this matter wasn't over. It's just that he would be very busy for a while. If he cleaned up Zhou Anbin now, he wouldn't be home, and that family of his uncle would definitely make a scene, estimated to be able to lift the roof off his house. So this matter could only be suppressed first, and he would settle this account after he was busy.

By the time Zhou Andong took the shuttle bus to the city and then the bus to the factory, it was already past eight o'clock.

Gu Bing was already waiting for him in the office. Seeing him enter, he hurriedly asked: "How is it, is the design drawing finished?"

Zhou Andong threw the drawing on the desk: "Is the packaging factory contacted?"

Gu Bing grabbed the drawing: "Contacted, I will go personally and watch them get the samples out first."

Zhou Andong nodded: "Six bottles per box, not a big box, must be copperplate paper."

"Drawn well, college student is college student." Gu Bing praised.

"That's right, without diamond drills, how dare I take on porcelain work." Zhou Andong shamelessly claimed the results of his sister as his own.

Gu Bing was holding the back label and looking at it, which was an introduction to the history of the distillery: "You are talking nonsense, our factory does have more than a hundred years, but it was a small workshop before, and it was the little devils invading China who expanded the factory. Where is it like what you said, specially making tribute liquor for the imperial palace."

Zhou Andong said angrily: "High-end liquor, what is sold is history and foundation. We don't have it, so we make one up, otherwise you sell a fart, which fool will buy it."

In this era, there is no such thing as false propaganda. No matter what it is, as long as it can be sold, not only will it not be held accountable, but it will be praised. So, Zhou Andong had no psychological burden at all. As for the future, who can manage it.

"Fine, fine, fine, what you say is all right." Gu Bing compromised, took out a camera and film from the drawer: "Know how to use it? Do you need me to find a professional photographer?"

In his previous life, Zhou Andong was laid off in 1997 and did everything: raising chickens and pigs, running long-distance trucks, opening noodle shops, joining Dicos, doing wedding planning and hosting, and finally opening a bar in the university town.

There was a British guy named David who was a regular at the bar, so the two became good friends. That guy was a photography enthusiast. Zhou Andong also bought a camera. When the holidays came, he took the camera and ran around with David. So, for photography, he wasn't professional, but he wasn't a novice either.

Zhou Andong fiddled with the 120 camera: "Is there film inside?"

"Yes!" As soon as Gu Bing finished speaking, there was a *click*, and the flash flashed.

Zhou Andong smiled: "Looks like it's still new, not worthy of being a leader, got it in one night."

Gu Bing said proudly: "As long as it exists in the world, there is nothing I can't get."

Zhou Andong curled his lips: "Get me a tank to drive."

"Look at your ambition." Gu Bing said disdainfully: "What's fun about a broken tank? Wait until the liquor is sold, brother will take you to fly a helicopter."

Zhou Andong's heart moved. It seems that this guy's background is deeper than he imagined.

"Then it's a deal, don't be bragging, and let me look down on you by then."

Next, the two discussed the details again. Seeing it was past nine o'clock, Zhou Andong asked: "Where is the money?"

"Here!" Gu Bing took out 100 yuan from the drawer again, "After you left yesterday, I went to the Finance Section to take it. Liu Jian was quite cooperative and gave me the money very readily."

Zhou Andong smiled and put the money away: "I've already talked to the printing factory, 3.7 yuan per copy."

"So cheap?" Gu Bing was very surprised, "I asked last night, it costs at least 6 yuan per copy."

"Private printing factory, of course it's cheap." Zhou Andong waved his hand, "Alright, I have to go, the model is waiting for me."

Gu Bing also stood up: "I also have to arrange it, and then go to the packaging factory."

Zhou Andong left the factory headquarters and saw Jiang Yuyue standing at the gate, looking around with her hands covering her face.

"Here, looking where."

Hearing the voice, Jiang Yuyue looked over and said dissatisfiedly: "Told me to wait for you at the gate at nine o'clock, it's already nine-thirty before you came, you want to freeze me to death."

Zhou Andong hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, discussed something with the factory party secretary, so I came late."

Jiang Yuyue rolled her eyes: "Stop it, even lying needs to be reliable. You're just reading news at the Broadcasting Station, what would the factory party secretary discuss with you."

"This is a secret." Zhou Andong said mysteriously, "I can tell you, but you must not tell anyone else."

Jiang Yuyue's curiosity was instantly hooked by Zhou Andong, instinctively lowering her voice, "Don't worry, I guarantee not to tell anyone else."

Zhou Andong whispered: "The distillery is going to reform, and I am the one leading it with the factory party secretary."

Jiang Yuyue blinked her big eyes, raised her hand and wiped Zhou Andong's forehead: "You don't have a fever, didn't wake up last night?"

"Go!" Zhou Andong slapped Jiang Yuyue's hand away, "Believe it or not."

"I don't believe it even if I die." Jiang Yuyue hugged her shoulders, suddenly shivering, "Let me freeze outside for more than half an hour, a 'sorry' is absolutely not enough, there is no sincerity at all."

Zhou Andong's eyes were bright, looking at Jiang Yuyue like a big gray wolf looking at a little white rabbit: "Am I such a stingy person? To express my apology, I decided to buy you a set of clothes as compensation."

Jiang Yuyue curled her lips: "You are so generous?"

Zhou Andong snorted: "When have I ever been stingy?"

Jiang Yuyue asked: "Do you have money?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong patted his chest, "I still have the money to buy a set of clothes."

Jiang Yuyue shook her head: "I don't believe you would be so kind."

"What kind of talk is this!" Zhou Andong said somewhat angrily: "Although you are no longer my sister-in-law, you are still a friend, plus the former relative relationship, buying a set of clothes is not a big deal."

Jiang Yuyue looked suspicious: "No, I always feel that you are harboring bad water, buying clothes and shoes."