Rebirth in 1970: I work as an educated youth in a forest farm

Most people in the Northeast like to drink local local wines, especially the 60-degree Dehui Daqu, Taoerhe, Taonanxiang, etc. These wines are strong and refreshing.

As for the eight famous wines, firstly, they are expensive, and secondly, they are scarce. It is difficult for ordinary people to have access to them, let alone drink them.

There must be these famous wines in the VIP building, but they are rarely used when entertaining, and most of them prefer local wines.

The staff was so honest that they didn't even mention those things and just reported the ones they drank regularly.

Zhao Guangning glanced at Sheng Xiping, meaning to ask Sheng Xiping what he drank. After all, Zhao Guangning didn't know much about Hou Yashuang and the others, so he didn't know what kind of wine they could drink.

"Well, let's have a few bottles of Snow Mountain Beer. We're mainly going to talk about things tonight. The 60-proof liquor is too strong. You'll get drunk even if you don't drink much."

Sheng Xiping smiled and finally chose beer.

The main reason is that Hou Yashuang and his son are both bad drinkers. Sheng Xiping didn't feel well the last time he drank with them. The two of them drank too much and almost slipped out from under the table.

With Zhao Guangning present today, Sheng Xiping didn't want Hou Yashuang and his son to make a fool of themselves, so he simply chose beer.

This thing has a low alcohol content, which means you'll feel full if you drink too much, but you won't get drunk easily. It's just a good time to drink slowly and talk more.

Zhao Guangning didn't care, he could drink whatever he wanted, so he nodded towards the staff.

The staff member immediately turned around and went out. After a while, he brought a box of beer in and put a bottle of beer in everyone's hand. This is called a handle.

“This is a beer produced in our provincial capital, brewed with mountain spring water. Although it does not have as long a history as Harbin Beer, it tastes very good.

Now that a few of you have come to Northeast China, let’s try our bars here. "Zhao Guangning nodded towards Hou Yashuang and others and said with a smile.

"Beer is good, beer is good." Hou Yashuang nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

He remembered the last time he had a drink with Sheng Xiping. When they returned to the hotel, they both vomited. It was so uncomfortable.

The liquor in Northeast China is too strong and I really don’t dare to drink it again. The beer is quite good and the alcohol content is low.

While talking, Zhao Guangning looked around on the table, but couldn't find the bottle opener, and his face immediately dropped.

"Where's the bottle opener? What are you thinking about every day? Why don't we just open it without a bottle opener?"

"Brother, don't talk about her. This time, she is serving food and wine. A good person is confused by our instructions.

Isn't it just a bottle of wine? How can we not drink without a bottle opener? "

Sheng Xiping hurriedly stopped Zhao Guangning and stopped him from training others.

As he spoke, Sheng Xiping picked up the beer bottle that Zhao Guangning had with one hand, picked up the chopsticks with the other, and pried it hard. With a snap, the bottle cap popped open.

Sheng Xiping easily opened another bottle for Hou Yashuang.

At this time, the staff had already brought the bottle opener quickly. Seeing that Sheng Xiping had opened two bottles of wine, he handed the bottle opener to Peng Dingcheng.

Peng Dingcheng didn't know what he was thinking. He was handed the bottle screwdriver, but he didn't take it. Instead, he bit the bottle cap hard with his teeth, pushing up and down.

The bottle cap may have been pressed firmly, but Peng Dingcheng's face turned red from holding it in, and he couldn't open it.

"Mr. Peng, there is a bottle screwdriver, don't chew it, or you may injure your teeth." Sheng Xiping stopped him as soon as he saw it.

It would have been better if Sheng Xiping didn't say it. But when Sheng Xiping said this, Peng Dingcheng couldn't bear it.

So he exerted another force on his mouth, holding the wine bottle with both hands, and moved it down, and then he shouted "Ah".

Everyone then saw that Peng Dingcheng's lips were bleeding profusely and dripping down his chin.

The sharp thin patch on the beer bottle cap made a big gash in Peng Dingcheng's lips.

Peng Dingcheng grabbed the paper on the table and covered his mouth, but blood flowed down his fingers and onto his clothes.

"Hurry, hurry, go to the Forestry Bureau hospital." Zhao Guangning saw it and shouted hurriedly.

"Xiping, you're here with Brother Hou. I'll go over and take a look." With that said, Zhao Guangning stood up and called for people to take Peng Dingcheng to the hospital.

The staff of the VIP building, the salesperson beside Peng Dingcheng, and Hou Mingliang quickly helped Peng Dingcheng and walked out.

Fortunately, the Forestry Bureau Hospital is very close to the Songlin Hotel, just across the street and only a few steps away.

With Zhao Guangning here, the hospital didn't dare to neglect him and went directly to the surgeon without even registering.

When the doctor saw the situation, he quickly injected anesthesia and stitches. After a lot of trouble, he finally sutured the wound and stopped the bleeding.

However, under this situation, Peng Dingcheng could not go back to eat this meal. The doctor asked Peng Dingcheng to stay in the hospital for two days for observation. Within a week, he would have to drink liquid food through a straw.

Peng Dingcheng was injured, and the salesman stayed to take care of him. Zhao Guangning, Hou Mingliang and the hotel staff returned to the Songlin Hotel.

Sheng Xiping and Hou Yashuang kept sitting there chatting, and the food on the table was cold.

The staff quickly brought the dishes down and reheated them, and then several people ate peacefully.

"You said that Mr. Peng is really stubborn. He doesn't even need a bottle opener, so he has to bite it with his mouth.

Now I'm fine, I can only drink liquid food for a week. Alas, this is so sad. "After Zhao Guangning sat down, he couldn't help but muttered.

Tonight, Zhao Guangning and Sheng Xiping hosted a banquet for guests. What was originally a happy event was ruined by Peng Dingcheng's interference.

Everyone had no intention of drinking anymore and just wanted to have some. However, it was late for dinner and a lot of the food on the table was eaten.

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping and Hou Yashuang had a lot of talks while Zhao Guangning and the others accompanied Peng Dingcheng to the hospital. They had already initially discussed the cooperation method, and the specific details would be gradually refined later.

After dinner, it was almost 8:30 and almost 9 o'clock. There was almost everything that should be said and talked about, so everyone left the table and went home.

Sheng Xiping accompanied Hou Yashuang and the others to the watchtower, pointed to the north-south avenue, and told Hou Yashuang and his son that going straight north would be the train station.

"Brother, Mingliang, I won't send you two off, go back and have a good rest.

Tomorrow, give me a list of the wood your furniture factory wants this time. I will send this batch of wood to you later.

Brother, please pay more attention to our cooperation and help me contact you later. Let’s hurry up.

Don’t worry, brother, the cooperation is mutual. I will definitely make money without my brother.

The two of us have been working hard for several years to earn 1.8 million, and Mingliang still works in a shitty class. Who the hell would be so angry? "

Sheng Xiping put his arm around Hou Mingliang's shoulders and smiled.

"Yes, yes, once the company starts, I will resign, and we will run the timber business.

Whatever products you have here, I will sell them to you, it’s all up to me. "Hou Yashuang assured, patting his chest.

I didn't know Sheng Xiping's background before, so Hou Yashuang just wanted to help the factory buy wood.

Now that we know who Sheng Xiping's father-in-law is, wouldn't it be foolish not to hug such a thick thigh?

Sheng Xiping said goodbye to the Hou family and his son, and then returned to the Zhou family.

Wang Chunxiu went on night shift, and Zhou Mingyuan was the only one at home.

Zhou Mingyuan knew that his uncle was inviting people to drink in the evening and would probably come back late, so he kept the door open.