Finding a seat by the window in a nearby small restaurant, Qin Yin ordered a few dishes and asked, "Would you like some wine?"
To the people of Qingzhou, wine is just like water. It is common to have a few glasses of wine during meals. Wen Liang asked in surprise, "You are an artist, how can you drink wine?"
Qin Yin wrinkled her nose mischievously and said, "Just be careful not to overdo it. Otherwise, in order to protect your throat, you won't dare to eat anything irritating like alcohol or chili peppers. What's the meaning of life then?"
Wen Liang laughed out loud. In his past and present lives, he seldom dealt with people in the art circle. He generally had the impression that such people should be more aloof and arrogant, especially those in the music circle who had more taboos. He did not expect that Qin Yin was a person who was not picky about food, and was very generous and open-minded, without so many strange problems.
"Just for what Teacher Qin said, I have to toast you..." Wen Liang waved his hand and said to the boss, "What kind of wine do you have? Not too strong, but with a better taste?"
"How about you try Lingqu wine? This wine is very popular recently. CCTV advertised it. It's a big brand. It's smooth in the mouth, spicy but not hot. You won't get drunk even if you drink too much. It's perfect for friends to enjoy!"
Wen Liang was stunned. Of course, he knew Lingqu wine. In his previous life, Lingqu wine was famous for a while but fell like a meteor. It was a legend in the wine industry. He smiled and said, "Boss, it would be a waste of your talent if you don't perform crosstalk with Feng Gong. Well, let's try Lingqu wine. Teacher Qin, what do you think?"
Qin Yin naturally had no objection. After the dishes were served and the wine was opened, Wen Liang poured a small cup for Qin Yin and filled his own cup. Then he raised his glass and said, "If it weren't for Teacher Qin's help in composing the music last time, our New Year's Eve party would have been ruined. Come, for this belated thank you, I'll drink first."
Qin Yin picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Wen Liang's, raised her head slightly and drank it all. Her drinking posture was casual and indifferent, but very elegant. To be honest, if it weren't for the birthmark on her face, this woman would be surrounded by countless bees and butterflies, and many people would be willing to die under her pomegranate skirt.
"Okay, we've finished drinking. Don't say thank you or not in the future, or I'll be angry." Qin Yin picked up the sky blue bottle, filled it with wine for Wen Liang, held it in front of him with both hands, and said, "I should thank you. If you hadn't been here today, I'm afraid Huang Gang would have been hurt even more. Wen Liang, you're very good, really very good, thank you!"
Wen Liang said a few humble words, and after drinking the glass of wine, Qin Yin suddenly sighed and said, "I still worry about Huang Gang. She is a little girl, her parents are gone, and her brother is a useless person who fools around all day. There is still a long time to go. How will she live?"
"There will always be a way out when the car reaches the mountain. Let's talk about the future later. The most important thing is to solve her current life problems." Wen Liang pondered for a moment and said, "I have an idea, I don't know if it will work, please ask Teacher Qin to check it..."
Qin Yin said with a slight frown: "You've already drunk the wine, and you still call me teacher? We get along well, so just call me sister from now on."
Wen Liang was fine with it. After all, it was harmless to call her sister. He smiled and said, "Hello, Sister Qin. I've wanted to call you that for a long time, but seeing that you were so inviolable, I didn't have the courage to say it."
If it was Yuxi, she might say, "Why don't you try to violate me?" Qin Yin smiled and said, "You are so sweet. Tell me, what do you think?"
"I intend to find a place for Huang Gang to do odd jobs. I can't say for more than a month, but at least she can earn more than 100 yuan to supplement her daily expenses. But I don't know if she is willing to do such a thing. Sister Qin, you are more familiar with Huang Gang, what do you think?"
Huang Gang is different from Xie Yan. Xie Yan's father died early, and she has no relatives to rely on. She relies on her mother's hard work to make a living. She has long been accustomed to working to reduce the burden on the family. Her self-esteem comes from her self-reliance, and she does not think that work is inferior to others. But Huang Gang's family conditions are average among her peers. She has never been rich and has never suffered much since she was a child. Suddenly encountering this disaster, forcing her to work in the spotlight, will it cause another kind of psychological harm to her
You have to know that this was the 1990s. Unlike later generations, the working culture had long been deeply rooted in people's minds, and the little girls of 17 or 18 were in a psychologically sensitive period. Wen Liang couldn't help but think about it, otherwise she might do something bad with good intentions and the gain would outweigh the loss!
"Working..." Qin Yin hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, let me talk to her first. This matter can't be rushed. We have to wait until her father's affairs are settled in a few days before talking about working to make money."
"Okay, I'll listen to Sister Qin! Come, eat some food. This fish with white sauce is really good. Try it."
Wen Liang put aside the Huanggang matter for the time being. When he helps people, he always considers the person's own wishes and never forces them in any way. Everyone has to pay a price for their own choices. This is a necessary path to growth.
Before they knew it, half a bottle of wine was gone. Wen Liang wanted to pour more wine, but Qin Yin took the cup and chuckled, "That's enough. You can't drink any more. If you want to drink, pour it yourself. Don't worry about me."
Wen Liang estimated that she should have drunk about 200 grams of wine. This amount of wine was nothing to the people of Qingzhou. She was indeed relaxed and had strong self-control. He smiled and said, "I'm almost done. If I drink any more, I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself..."
After they had enough wine and food, Wen Liang called the boss to pay the bill. The boss asked enthusiastically, "How is this wine? Is it okay?"
"Okay, Boss, you're almost praising me to the sky, how can I not do it?"
When Wen Liang was in the capital, he drank countless fine wines. How could this most common liquor taste good? He was just joking, but he didn't expect the boss to get anxious and said, "I'm not exaggerating. Go home and listen to the whole CCTV. The advertisement for Lingqu Liquor is playing! They spent 60 million on advertising last year. Do you think the wine can be bad? If it is bad, does he have the guts to spend that money?"
Qin Yin laughed and said, "60 million? Boss, did you say a few extra zeros? I just saw that this wine was produced in Lingyang. When did Lingyang have such a big winery?"
Lingqu Liquor has recently been expanding its market across the country. Jiangdong is both its base and an important center of the liquor industry, so the distribution efforts are very strong. For example, restaurant owners will be rewarded if they sell more, so no effort is spared in promoting the product.
"Can I brag? Do I dare to brag? If there really weren't 60 million, I couldn't have made it up..."
Seeing that the boss was about to become Xianglin Sao, Wen Liang interrupted him and explained to Qin Yin, "The boss is really not bragging. Lingqu did spend 66.66 million last year to win the CCTV bid. The sales volume has increased exponentially in the past few months. Judging from this momentum, it is certain that it will win the first place in wine sales this year."
"Oh, you are a very understanding person, otherwise I would have been wronged. But after hearing what you said, I feel more confident. Yesterday, the people from Lingqu came to give me some wine and said that they spent tens of millions on the advertisement. I didn't say it, but in my heart I always thought they were lying..."
Wen Liang finally dragged Qin Yin away in a panic, and finally escaped from the boss's spitting and talking. They stopped by the electric pole at the corner of the street. Qin Yin panted and laughed, "This guy is really scary when he talks too much!"
"Yeah, this isn't a small restaurant, it's clearly Deyun Club... Oh, it's just a small crosstalk theater, a bunch of old men are gay... Well, being gay means building infrastructure..."
They took a taxi all the way to the gate of Qingdao Normal University. Qin Yin invited Wen Liang to her home for a visit, but Wen Liang declined. He had to meet Fu Jinjing later and was really busy.
"Come see me more often when you have time. You know, I don't have many friends with my current condition." Qin Yin pointed at the birthmark on her face with a smile. It was not self-deprecating, nor was it helpless. Wen Liang could feel that in her heart, she really didn't mind this flaw at all.
Not to mention anything else, this mentality alone is enough to defeat most women in the world!
Wen Liang leaned on the car window and said with a smile: "As long as Sister doesn't mind that a vulgar person like me will dirty your music hall, I would be more than happy to come to Master Qing."
Watching Qin Yin's back disappear in the campus, Wen Liang shook his head and smiled. He felt comfortable and casual with Qin Yin. Her heart was peaceful and leisurely, her speech was elegant yet interesting, and her every move was like the first ray of sunshine passing through the woods in the morning, which could make people around her temporarily forget the troubles of the world and steal a moment of time.
She best represents the group of people living in ivory towers in literary works. When Wen Liang is inevitably caught up in various power games, it is actually a lucky thing to meet such a person.
Yijun’s headquarters in Qingzhou is located on the seventh floor of the Times Building, in the same office building as Qinghe Soy Milk on the sixteenth floor. For Zhong Congjiang, the benefit of jumping from Qinghe to Yijun is not only promotion in position and increase in income, but also that he will have to press fewer floors when taking the elevator.
When Wen Liang walked into the newly renovated company, Zhong Congjiang was already waiting at the door. He greeted him as he walked to the office and said, "Director Fu came for a while, and I talked to him again. Unfortunately, he still refused to agree to join."
After Wen Liang acquired the Yishan Water Factory, he intended to re-hire the former factory director Fu Jinjing as deputy manager in charge of production, but Zhong Congjiang talked to him several times and was flatly rejected.
Logically speaking, Fu Jinjing has deep feelings for Yishan Water Factory, and having the opportunity to return to work in the factory is also a good choice for him. Wen Liang also values him as a talent, so he personally takes action to see if he can make him change his mind.
Fu Jinjing looked older than when he met him last year. He was only about 40 years old, but he already had some white hair on his temples. He was slightly surprised when he saw Wen Liang and said, "It's you..."
Today he received a call from Li Minghua, asking him to come to Yijun. No matter whether it succeeds or not, this is the last time. Li Minghua has been promoted from the office director of the Township Enterprise Bureau to the deputy director. The two have a good relationship. He couldn't refuse, so he came to the city with Zhong Congjiang. But he didn't expect that the person who really wanted to see him was the boy who Li Minghua brought to visit the water plant last year.
"Director Fu, please take a seat. My name is Wen Liang. You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I, like you, hope that Yishan Waterworks can regain its former glory..."
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