Chapter 241 What to do next?
Finally sent away!
This hour tonight was really tiring. Wang Deming touched the non-existent sweat stains on his forehead. Although Yin Mei didn't say it explicitly, he knew that her lover's rank would not be low since both of her children attended Beijing No. 4 Middle School.

But it has little to do with me. I'm just a small factory doctor and I don't think about climbing up the ladder. I just want to live a stable life.

When I turned back from the gate of Yongkang Hutong to the back room, Master Peng suddenly called me, "Deming."

"Old Peng, what's the matter?"

Master Peng pointed mysteriously at the east wing of the second courtyard and said, "Deming, Lou Bancheng and his wife are hosting a banquet tonight. Mrs. Lou even asked me about you indirectly, trying to find out your background. But don't worry, I didn't say anything."

"Just say that you are assigned by the Chinese Medicine Association to be Big Nose's health doctor."

"Oh" he really asked about me, but it was not surprising. If it were me, I would also ask. Don't I need to get back the face I lost?

But has Lou Bancheng been inviting people to dinner frequently recently? Wang Deming stood at the hanging flower gate, glanced at the lighted east wing of the second courtyard, and asked, "Old Peng, has Lou Bancheng been inviting people to dinner frequently recently?"

"Isn't it? But the people we invited today don't look like big bosses. They are two female comrades, one older and one younger."

Wang Deming nodded, thinking for a moment, and then said, "Don't worry about them. As long as they don't interfere with our ability to make money, that's fine."

"I'm going to play mahjong with Alexei and the others. Please help me if you need anything."

"Haha, go ahead, it won't affect your chances of winning money." Master Peng said with a smile, "The money you win playing mahjong is more than what we make from the restaurant."

"Haha, the big nose has a lot of money in his pocket."

Wang Deming had just taken a step when Master Peng suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered something. He quickly called him, "Deming, Mr. Ma Lianliang and his friends came to dinner recently and gave us some tickets. I'll send them to you later, and we can go to the theater together then."

"Oh, that's great. I really like Mr. Ma's "Ganlu Temple"."

"Haha, isn't it? Other people's singing really doesn't have that flavor! I heard from Mr. Ma that he is already the head of the Beijing Opera Troupe. If we want to go to the opera in the future, just let him know and he will have someone send us the tickets."

"Old Peng, you are this!" Wang Deming gave Master Peng a thumbs up, "OK, we men will never lack tickets to watch operas in the future."

When they returned to the back room, the mahjong game had already begun. The room was filled with smoke. Alexei and the other three comrades from the Soviet Embassy at the table each had a thick Cuban cigar in their mouths.

Wang Deming unashamedly took out a cigar from the cigar cabinet next to him, cut off the cigar head, slightly toasted it over an alcohol lamp, bit the cigar and took two deep puffs towards the flame, then lit the cigar, letting the smoke float back and forth in his mouth before exhaling, adding a touch of fairy air to the room.
Originally he didn't smoke this stuff, but who would have thought that these senior officials of the Soviet embassy were all cigar masters, holding a cigar in one hand and vodka in the other.

In order to avoid the harm of secondhand smoke, he decisively joined the ranks of cigar smokers.

What is business? Business is also about relationships.
The Soviet comrades were particularly good at personal connections. Especially after Siwu Soup drinks and ginsenoside nutritional tablets became the daily quota of Soviet and Warsaw Pact comrades, in order to make business more smooth, special Cuban cigars and special Ukrainian vodka were purchased in a steady stream.

In order to better serve the Soviet comrades, Wang Deming has asked the Chinese medicine factory to open an additional distillery. The production line of vodka shipped from the Soviet Union has begun trial production. Raw materials such as potatoes and sweet potatoes are purchased in batches from the unified supply and marketing cooperative.

Anyway, if the Soviet comrades cannot consume it, the surplus can be used for medical purposes. Anyway, it is pure alcohol before it is mixed with purified water.

Patting the shoulder of one of Alexei's followers, the latter tactfully made way for him. Wang Deming sat behind Alexei with a majestic look, "Whoever loses, please leave quickly. I haven't played for several days." "Haha, have you finished translating Sholokhov's Quiet Flows the Don?"

"Comrade Sholokhov wrote so long that my wrists are almost no longer my own."

"Haha. Don't worry. There are also How the Steel Was Tempered, Young Guards, and Doctor Zhivago. We in the Soviet Union have so much good literature."

"Fortunately, the payment for translation is not bad, even higher than what I would get if I wrote it myself."

"De, isn't this how you got your mahjong money?"

"You guessed all this?"

"Haha." There was laughter in the back room.

In comparison, the east wing of the second courtyard was much more dull. There was still a lot of food left on the table. Only Xiao Du, who worked in the Finance Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, would move his chopsticks from time to time, secretly take a bite, and then immediately lower his head to chew, like a little hamster stealing food.

Among the other people at the table, only Mrs. Lou occasionally noticed her, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks for Xiao Du, and gently persuaded her to eat boldly.

"Brother-in-law, how can you give up the administrative department? If so, if there is something happening in the factory and we are not informed, we will not know about it. How can we fight for power with the government?" Tan Sujing from the Finance Department of the steel rolling mill's face turned pale.

He glanced at Lou Xiaofeng beside Lou Bancheng and continued, "First, you gave up the supply and marketing business and let Xiaofeng take care of administration. Now you've given up administration as well. What do you want Xiaofeng to do next?"

"Xiaofeng, I have other plans. I don't plan to let him continue to work in the steel mill."

Lou Bancheng pulled out a flat cigarette case with silver prints, took out a cigarette, put it into the jade cigarette holder, held it in his mouth, and lit the kerosene lighter with a "ding".

He took a long puff of cigarette, the smoke coming out of his nostrils made his face vaguely visible, and a deep voice sounded, "So what if I don't allow you to do that?"

"Grain, oil, cotton, iron, all these materials are purchased and sold by the central government. What's the point of holding them in the supply and marketing department if they don't let them go? As for the administration and personnel, they are already controlled by the other party. There is not much point in keeping the administration in their hands."

"We have done a lot and made a lot of mistakes. Won't the government fight for it? Let's give it all to them. There will always be a time when they beg us for help. Now, we just need to ensure that our share of the profits is not reduced!"

"Brother-in-law, but now they are actually going to buy X-ray machines for the health center and the testing equipment that hospitals need. This is all money."

"Isn't it sold now?"

"The steel mill is getting bigger and bigger now, with more and more workers, more and more departments, and more and more places to spend money." Lou Bancheng sneered, "Humph, all copied from the Soviet Union. Now we have a health center, do we need a nursery? Now we have a nursery, do we need a school?"

"Who knows what other departments will be needed in the future. Sooner or later, the money earned by the steel mill every year will be consumed. What will they do then?"

"Then we are out of money too? What should we do next?"

(End of this chapter)