Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

"No, Zhou Weimin, you came in like a ghost without making any sound. You scared me."

As soon as Zhou Weimin entered the room, he was scolded by Sun Zhengguo before he could even stand firmly.

But he didn't mean it at all, instead he said with a smile.

"Director, I am so anxious to congratulate you! I heard that our institute has been upgraded to department level, and you are now the deputy department level acting director."

Zhou Weimin's words made Sun Zhengguo stunned and a little confused.

"Wei Min, I just came back not long ago, and I don't think you mentioned this matter. Where did you get this news?"

"Hehe!" Zhou Weimin smiled embarrassedly, "Director, Director Zhang from the Personnel Department called just now and said that you forgot to go to the Finance Department to collect the money. He told me all this."

"Oh! By the way, he also told me that he would bring the money to you when he comes over for lunch at noon."

After Zhou Weimin's reminder, Sun Zhengguo suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case.

Since he knows about this now, it means everyone in the institute knows about it.

Sun Zhengguo decided to go all out and revealed in advance the fact that the institute would need a large number of cadres, so that the people below could be prepared and perform well, so as not to be caught off guard.

Although this cannot guarantee absolute fairness, it is better to be prepared than to be unprepared.

Zhou Weimin lived up to expectations. Not long after he left, almost everyone in the institute knew that there were people with room for improvement.

When these people heard the news, they were like being injected with chicken blood.

Those who have connections are thinking about how to make new connections, and those who don’t have connections are thinking about how to express themselves well.

In short, everyone is like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own magical powers, and whether they will succeed in the end depends on their luck.

It wasn't long before noon came. Director Li and Deputy Director Liao were local bosses, so they arrived first. After waiting for a while, Director Zhang also hurried over.

"Lao Zhang, you are late. You will have to drink three cups as punishment."

The two factory managers saw Director Zhang had just arrived and started to make a fuss.

But Director Zhang was no pushover and immediately fought back.

"Stop talking nonsense, the master hasn't spoken yet! Why are you two pretending to be so high and mighty? Otherwise, let Brother Sun judge for you. If we calculate by distance, I arrived earlier than you."

"Hahaha!" Seeing Director Zhang's unwillingness to suffer any loss, Sun Zhengguo had to smile and try to smooth things over.

"Listen to me, everyone. You are all guests today, and no one can be fined for drinking. If you want to drink, I will accompany you to enjoy it in a while. Do you think it's okay?"

As soon as Sun Zhengguo finished speaking, Director Li curled his lips and said something.

"You have an ulterior motive."

Then Deputy Director Liao said another sentence.

"Bad intentions."

Director Zhang, who reacted, also gave his evaluation.

"With ulterior motives."

Seeing the three men pointing their guns at him again, Sun Zhengguo smiled and shook his head.

"I appreciate your kindness. Let's go to the cafeteria. You will soon appreciate my good intentions."

"Who's afraid of whom?"

After the verbal battle, they followed Sun Zhengguo to the cafeteria.

Sister Zhang in the cafeteria saw several leaders coming and immediately came over to greet them, then led them to a private room.

After everyone sat down, Sun Zhengguo asked Sister Zhang to serve the dishes.

Today, He Yushui knew that Sun Zhengguo was going to host a banquet for the leaders, so he worked very hard and used all his skills to prepare a table of Shandong cuisine.

These dishes include braised pork elbow, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised prawns, crispy chicken, braised beef with soy sauce, fried crispy dumplings, and old vinegar peanuts, and finally a soup.

As the dishes were served on the table one by one, Director Li's eyes widened.

"Mr. Sun, is this reception too high a standard?"

"Please enjoy your meal. We agreed to treat you. How could I use public funds to entertain you? These are all paid out of my own pocket. I didn't take advantage of the public. No one can say anything."

In order to ensure that everyone could eat with peace of mind, Sun Zhengguo quickly explained.

"Brother Sun, no wonder you can hold a high position at such a young age. You have a very high level of awareness. I want to learn from you!" Director Zhang couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and praised him.

"Hey! You've complimented me. Let's not talk about this anymore and drink."

As he said that, Sun Zhengguo was about to get the wine, but at this time Director Li and others also realized that they did not come empty-handed, they also had wine in their bags!

Director Li took out a bottle of Moutai from his bag, while Deputy Director Liao took out a bottle of Xifeng Liquor, which was obviously quite old.

Finally, Director Zhang took out a bottle of Fenjiu from his bag. It was also quite old, and even the cover had peeled off a lot.

"Drink mine!" Director Li took his Moutai and prepared to open it.

"Wait a minute." Deputy Director Liao suddenly stopped him. "Old Li, your Moutai may be famous, but in terms of taste, it may not be as good as my bottle of Xifeng Liquor. Let me tell you, I have treasured this bottle of Xifeng Liquor for nearly 30 years."

Hearing Deputy Director Liao showing off, Director Zhang became dissatisfied again and prepared to let him see what dimensionality reduction attack is.

"Lao Liao, I agree with the first half of what you said, but I don't agree with the second half."

"Why?" Deputy Director Liao was puzzled.

"Why?" Director Zhang picked up the Fenjiu in his hand and pointed at the rotten label on it.

"Did you see that? You have the nerve to call your thirty years a treasure? This bottle of wine of mine is at least twice as old, more than sixty years old."

"So what? Be it thirty years or sixty years, the difference is not that big." Deputy Director Liao argued unconvinced.

"Right, right, right. A long time doesn't necessarily mean good. Neither does it necessarily mean bad. I think you two should stop arguing. If you get sick from drinking, you'll be laughed at. You'd better drink this bottle of Moutai from me!"

This time, Director Li finally got the chance to speak, and he belittled the two men's wine as worthless.

"Old Li, you are yawning like a toad, you are so arrogant! Since you don't follow the moral code of martial arts, I have to have a good talk with you..."

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Seeing that several people were fighting again, Sun Zhengguo was also convinced.

But as the host, he must stand up and say a few words.

"Stop, stop, stop. Everyone, listen to me for a few words. Since you are here, you must follow the host's wishes, right?"

After hearing what Sun Zhengguo said, several people nodded, indicating that what he said was correct.

"Okay, since the guests should follow the host's wishes, I'll arrange the wine. What do you think?"

Several leaders looked at each other, nodded, and accepted the suggestion.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Sun Zhengguo took the wine on the table aside, and then took out the homemade wine he had prepared from the cabinet next to him.

It is not easy to make homemade wine. This is not his grandfather's original recipe, but a secret recipe that Sun Zhengguo bought at a high price later.

With these secret recipes, and his unsparing improvements and explorations over the past two years, he finally achieved success after wasting a lot of medicinal herbs and food.

This new homemade wine not only has a unique taste, but also has a long cellar age.

And because some medicinal materials are added to it, it can also play a certain health-preserving role on the human body.

Of course, there are more things that are most commendable about it.

For example, even people like Xu Damao can still be as harmonious as before, or even better, after drinking this wine. It is much stronger than the strong liquor of later generations.

Several leaders were confused as to what was going on, and were stunned when they saw Sun Zhengguo coming to the table with two black ceramic bottles.

What's going on? Is this what you call good intentions?