Imperial capital.

Outside the West Second Ring Road.

The duty room of the First Sugar and Wine Company’s large warehouse is dim.

It’s not that the incandescent lamps are not wattage enough, but that the smoke in the room is too high.

If someone passes through the window and suddenly looks inside, he will mistakenly think that the house is on fire and immediately call Yaoyaojiu.

Zhao Song, deputy director of the sugar and wine company, reached out and picked up the cigarette box, took out the last one and held it in his mouth, pinched the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it on the ground.

The ground was covered with cigarette butts and ash.

Lighting this cigarette, Zhao Song took out a whole box tonight.

He felt as if two lions were fighting. The two lions made each other scarred each other, but no one was willing to give in first.

Ahem.

Cough cough cough.

His son Zhao Wuji was choked by the smoke in the room and kept coughing. He sat on the kang and leaned against the wall and was watching "The Last Emperor" starring Chen Daoming. He rubbed his wall with a big white brush, but he didn't realize it.

The series was so attractive that it was so choking that he couldn't go out and avoid it.

Since Zhao Song's wife divorced him, Zhao Song and his son Zhao Wuji have basically regarded Daku as their family.

What are you going back?

There are two bachelors living wherever you live. It’s better to live here. Not only can you earn an extra duty fee, but you can use water, electricity and heating all in vain, and you can save a lot of money.

Tag.

Tag.

Zhao Song sat on the edge of the kang, smoking very quickly. His eyes were facing the TV, but he actually didn't watch anything. His eyes were empty and entangled with thoughts. He was struggling with thoughts. He suddenly took a sip and threw the cigarette on the ground, "Wuji, turn off the TV."

Zhao Wuji didn't hear it.

Just looking at it is so meticulous that my ears are not working.

Click.

Zhao Song got up, took a step forward, and put out the TV.

The son is older, Zhao Song has a better temper. In the past, the naughty child is disobedient, and Zhao Song has already called out to his palm.

Zhao Wuji looked unhappy, but when he faced Dad Gao, who was about 1.9 meters tall, there was only one word in the dictionary of life - fear.

"You go out first, I'll call." Zhao Song ordered Zhao Wuji.

I have to hide the truth even if I make a phone call. Isn’t it just to look for the waiter named Honghong from Yanzhao Hotel again?

After slipping out of the kang, Zhao Wuji went out in a silence.

Immediately, the screams of the big dog Ah Huang came from the yard.

Sorry, Zhao Song, I can't afford to offend you, who made you my father! But I can afford to offend your broken dog.

Zhao Wuji beat the dog and vented his anger.

Zhao Song ignored it. He found the number book, flipped through it, picked up the landline microphone and started dialing.

He knew it was unlikely, but he wanted to give it a try, and he was a little confused.

Dial out.

He was very nervous.

Because he didn't know if Qin Zhuze would answer his phone number?

Even if he answered, would Qin Zhuze vomit him the wine?

Zhao Song dared not take any moves easily when he played with Qin Zhuze, a powerful man.

His voice was tightened with questions.

Dou... Dou..., the boring ringtone, for more than ten seconds, is like a long night.

"Hello."

It's done.

It really works.

"Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Zhao Song."

...

The dual-scope recorder was playing the accompaniment belt, Qin Zhuze hit the table with his fingertips and beat the beat. He was listening to his wife Ye Shuxian sang "Story of the Small Town" in the small suite, and the elder brother rang.

Qin Zhuze reached out to hold the phone, and Ye Shuxian stopped singing.

After patting his thighs, Qin Zhuze bewitched Ye Shuxian with his eyes.

A small separation is better than a newlywed.

Ye Shuxian sat over obediently.

Qin Zhuze likes my wife to say this, but she still wants to leave.

Ye Shuxian picked up a strawberry on the table and went to the fruit stems. She wanted to wait for Qin Jianze to call and stuff it for Qin Jianze to eat, but Qin Jianze reached out and took it over.

Chewing the strawberries slowly, Zhao Song sighed to him on the phone.

When Zhao Song finished speaking in his smoke, Qin Zhanze smiled slightly, "Brother Song, three hundred boxes of wine are no longer in my hands, and have been transferred to someone else. I'm afraid my brother can't help you."

Qin Zhenze spoke very tactfully.

I really don’t want to make Zhao Song too embarrassed, otherwise, Qin Zhenze would only give Zhao Song two words - I learned that the wine was about to surge and wanted to get the wine back, but there was no door.

Yes, it's just two words, no way!

Zhao Song seemed to be kneeling and talking to Qin Zhanze, "Brother Qin, Mr. Qin, these 300 boxes of wine are really ordered for the big hall. If this batch of wine is not brought back and entered the big warehouse, I will be punished. If I don't do it well, I will arrange a false charge for me. It would be a prison disaster. Brother Qin, you are my biological brother, you have to help me. I beg you. In the future, there will be some Moutai wine to beg me. How much will you want at that time? Ensure you are satisfied."

Afraid that Qin Zhenze would not agree, Zhao Song added, bringing out a threat, "The key is that if this batch of wine cannot come back, the superiors will inevitably follow up. I just want to cover the whereabouts of these 300 boxes of wine, but I can't cover it. Those Hell Kings investigate this matter is a piece of cake. At that time, all illegal transactions will be confiscated, so you, Mr. Qin, have lost all your money."

After a pause, Zhao Song said earnestly, "Mr. Qin, don't go to that point. It's not easy for you to work hard to make some money. Where did you put the wine? I'm still in the warehouse of Qizhen Railway Station you mentioned? You don't have to be responsible for transportation. I'll hire two trucks to pull it tomorrow, and give you the money you paid as much as possible. I'm not careful about this matter, and I will pay the round-trip freight alone."

Dong.

Dong.

An abnormal noise came from the phone.

It seemed that Zhao Song was patting his chest to guarantee his insurance.

Listening to Qin Jianze not speaking, Zhao Song asked anxiously, "Mr. Qin, are you here?"

"Oh, Director Zhao, you said, I'm listening, I'm eating strawberries." Qin Zhenze casually and squirted his lips.

What a sweet strawberry.

Zhao Song's threat did not work at all for him.

"It's decided. I'll come to you in person tomorrow. I know that you have built a new factory and it's very busy. It doesn't matter. Just send someone to hand over it with me." Zhao Song said as if it was real.

It sounds really immersive.

"I'm sorry, Director Zhao, I won't repeat what I said just now. The important reason why we can't get this batch of wine back is not that the wine has been transferred to others. The key is that they already know that the Central Central Committee held a price adjustment meeting. To be honest, I regret giving it out.

For this reason, I have called after reading the news. People said they could drink, two hundred bottles, and asked me to respect the rules of the game. As for the investigation you mentioned, it does not exist, the procedures and receipts are complete, and the whole world is unobstructed."

The other end of the phone is very quiet, just like hanging up.

Zhao Song was speechless for a moment when he was exposed by Qin Zhuze!

Qin Zhenze knew that Zhao Shuo was still churning his intestines, "I have something to do, so please ask Director Zhao to pay attention."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Song asked immediately.

"I see that there are some dilapidated houses around your Daku. I don't know what price it will be to buy. You are the old imperial capital, so please ask me for help." Qin Jieze said slowly.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Zhao Song, who was beaten by frost, felt a little warmer.

I wanted to bring back the wine by Qin Zhenze, but I didn't expect that Qin Zhenze already knew about the price adjustment meeting, but Qin Zhenze gave himself another chance to make money from it. Zhao Song's embarrassing heart was comforted.

If you have a good relationship with someone named Qin, you can still make money. If you make a comeback, you will have no future.

Besides, there is no reason to break up with Mr. Qin. We rushed to call and sell the three hundred boxes of wine to Mr. Qin.

The phone hung up in harmony and wealth.

Qin Zhanze shook his head slightly, and did not praise or criticize Zhao Song's tricks. For money, he would never get tired of soldiers! It is understandable.

"Madam, do you think there is a magical pharmaceutical factory in this world?" Qin Jieze asked Ye Shuxian with a ghost smile.

Ye Shuxian surrounded Qin Jieze's neck, her eyes full of sweetness, "What pharmaceutical factory?"

"Repent medicine."
Chapter completed!