Chapter 246 The butt determines the head
Standing in the shadow of the hall between the second and third courtyards, Wang Deming kept touching his chin. The private rooms in the second and third courtyards of Tanjiacai were all full. I wonder if all of them were capitalists who wanted to go to Hong Kong to exchange money and then run it out?
I’ll ask Lao Peng in the evening. Let’s eat first.

In addition to Alexi, Diana was also at the dining table in the main room of the back room.

Wang Deming was stunned, "Why are you here too?"

Diana rarely comes here. In her words, there is a foul smell here that has not been completely eliminated. In addition, people from the Soviet Embassy often have dinner, drink, and play mahjong here, making the room smoky and foul, so she is even more reluctant to come here.

Besides, if you want to eat Tan’s cuisine, you can just make a phone call and it will be delivered to Qinlao Hutong or Xiaojingchang. It’s very convenient.

Especially Qinlao Hutong, which is a whole garden spanning the east, with ponds, rockery, pavilions and towers. The scenery is so beautiful that it is hard to imagine where else could be better than this place. Even if she always loses money playing mahjong, it does not affect her good mood.

Diana rolled her eyes and replied impatiently: "Do you think I want to come? Since you started working, I have hardly seen anyone here. People who don't know would think this is your home!"

"Isn't it enough to have Shouchun and the others playing mahjong with you every day?" Wang Deming sat down on the table and ordered like a boss, "Go and help me get a bowl of rice."

Diana looked at Wang Deming in disbelief, without moving.

"Hurry up." Wang Deming urged again.

Diana pointed at her nose and raised her voice, "Look carefully, I am Diana, not Shouchun and the others!"

"We are all lesbians, go quickly, I have been busy all morning and I am already starving."

Diana looked at Wang Deming angrily, but finally she obediently went to get a bowl of rice and threw it in front of Wang Deming with a bang.

Wang Deming didn't take it seriously. While picking up some food and chewing, he asked vaguely, "Is there something urgent?"

Diana stabbed the braised fish on the plate with her chopsticks to vent her anger, muttering, "I don't know how you can eat a fish full of bones?" When she heard Wang Deming's question, she didn't put down her chopsticks and answered nonchalantly, "My French classmate wrote to me."

Wang Deming said "Oh" and used the chopsticks in his hand to stop her from poking the fish. "The fish is almost rotten from being poked, how can you eat it? What would your French classmates say?"

Diana rolled her eyes again, put down her chopsticks, glanced at Alexi who was acting as an invisible person across from her, and asked, "Are your two followers not here today?"

"No."

"Tina wrote to say that we can distribute more Siwu Tang beverages and ginsenoside nutritional vitamin tablets. She asked her friends in France to help. We can start by placing them in a few high-end department stores and clubs."

“No need to adjust the flavor?”

"Although the French don't like Coca-Cola, the American Coca-Cola Company is willing to spend money on advertising and promotions. Anyway, the taste of the Four Ingredients Drink is similar, especially good for the body, so they are mixed and sold together."

"." Wang Deming even forgot to pick up the food. What's the French guy thinking?

He understood Diana's implication, which was to take advantage of the American Coca-Cola advertising campaign to sell Siwu Decoction as Coca-Cola. The French would rather let the Chinese make money than give it to the Americans. This was truly a genius idea.

Are the French so tough? Wang Deming recalled the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympics in his previous life. There were beauties with big beards, a trio of people, and a last supper at the end. Ordinary countries definitely don’t have the strength and courage to do this.

"But there is another problem." Diana's voice brought his attention back.

"Oh? You said."

"Tina said it's best not to ship directly from China. The Americans will stop us when they find out. Especially after losing the Korean War, the Americans want to completely blockade China. The Coordinating Committee is in Paris."

"How about starting from Hong Kong?" Wang Deming said, "But Hong Kong is still the territory of the British. Is France willing?"

"Why not? It's just a tax for the British."

Diana's arrival completely made Wang Deming determined to go to Hong Kong.

Last time, I took the opportunity of going to Hong Kong to exchange some of the dollars and gold for US dollars and gave them to Mr. Huo. This time, I also took the opportunity to bring the yellow croaker and watch that I had buried in the kang in the courtyard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang to Hong Kong to exchange them.

Time flies. Three years have passed in a blink of an eye. My brother-in-law's family will complete the transformation of Qinghe Farm after the National Day and start a new life.

My brother-in-law could be arranged to work in the steel rolling mill, and the two rooms in the front yard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang were just right for them to live in.

If it weren't for his brother-in-law Chang Youguang's work arrangement, Wang Deming might not have taught Yin Mei's two children Russian.

If he were assigned to the Chinese medicine factory, he would hang out with the old folks all day long, and he might get infected with some disease.
Back at the steel mill, Yin Mei was, as expected, chatting with nurse Xiaomei in the clinic, and what they were talking about was the public-private partnership reported in the People's Daily.

However, the topic between the two of them revolved around how much money Lou Bancheng could take from the steel mill in a year.

One said it was at most 10, and the other said it was too little, even if it wasn't 100 million, it would be at least 80. While they were arguing, they saw Wang Deming coming back and asked him, "Deming, how much money do you think Lou Bancheng can take from the steel mill in a year?"

Wang Deming spread his hands and said helplessly, "How can I guess? How much was the steel mill valued at before? How much was the total investment for the country's expansion of production and technological transformation? Did Lou Bancheng continue to invest? I don't know these, so how can I know how much shares Lou Bancheng still has in the steel mill?"

Yin Mei still didn't let him go and continued to ask: "Just calculate based on the current scale of our steel mill. Didn't the newspaper say that the capitalists can take 1/4 of the profits a year?"

"Yes," the nurse Jiang Xiaomei followed suit, angrily saying, "Why do capitalists take so much money without doing anything? I said 10 yuan, but Sister Mei said it was too little! Even if it's 10 yuan a year, it's too scary. My monthly salary is only 30 yuan!"

"Why are you comparing yourself with capitalists? Haven't you read Marx? Capitalists are all exploiting surplus value, so we have to carry out socialist transformation on them." Wang Deming didn't want to pay attention to these two bored people. They were actually wondering how much money capitalists made in a year?
Why don't you just focus on doing your job well? People should be grateful.

Capitalists provide workers with job opportunities and the opportunity to support their families. How can they not be grateful?
But the comrades of this era are generally sober and difficult to fool.

Nurse Xiaomei was even more dissatisfied, with her hands on her hips, "We work hard to build our country, not to serve the capitalists!"

"Why does the country still have such policies? They actually keep so much money for the capitalists? They even protect their equity rights! Are they going to let them continue to exploit us?"

(End of this chapter)