Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

"These thugs!"

Bi Sheng couldn't help but yell, "Yesterday we cut off the water and power to the factory, and today we cut off the circuit. What's the reason for that, and when will it end!"

Liu Na glanced at her husband and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Huang, take a drink of water and speak slowly. Are the people blocking the door the same people as yesterday? Are the people from the police station here?"

Throwing away the brush, Liu Hao curled his lips and complained loudly, "The people at the police station only know how to eat, but they don't know how to do serious work. What use are they in colluding with the gray society?"

In the past few times when villagers caused trouble, the police station only sent one vehicle to the scene; the police officers on duty got out of the car, dispersed a circle of smoke, got back in the car, and did not get out of the car again until the song was over and everyone dispersed.

Li Ruoli said thoughtfully, "People from the police station are here. Those people won't cause too much trouble. They must call the police."

Liu Hao's attitude immediately changed and he laughed, "The beauty really hit the spot. Let's call 110."

Bi Sheng was about to speak but hesitated, but thinking of the predicament, he accepted "a dead horse as a living horse doctor" and allowed Li Ruoli to show up.

Outside the gate of the winery, a poplar tree fell down in the middle of the road, and a group of nearby villagers gathered around the tree.

A middle-aged man wearing a cultural shirt from a certain fertilizer factory asked timidly, "Old Feng, does this method really work? Oops, the police car is here again. Don't arrest us again."

Old Feng, a hook-nosed man in his fifties, lean, with gleaming eyes, spat at his mouth and scolded loudly, "I'm afraid of him! This road occupies the collective land of our village and we have never been compensated. Of course the ownership is

At the village committee. Lao Pi, if you don’t get the money today, your wife will become someone else’s.”

Lao Pi's face turned red, and he said, "Old man Feng, I regard Amei as my sister..."

Before he finished speaking, everyone around him started laughing, full of joy.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, Qilu boxers came to Niubaotun to teach martial arts, and this place became the "hometown of martial arts". Later, the town was merged into Zhangjiawan, and it was difficult for the foreign monks to chant sutras. The locals were not convinced and caused a lot of trouble.

Tong County is the end point of the Grand Canal and has sufficient raw materials. Many wine-making workshops have emerged here, and the wine-making industry is very developed. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, "Donglu Shaojiu" and "Wan Liquor" have become world-famous.

After the public-private partnership, the Erguotou Winery was established. In the 1960s and 1970s, when the winery was at its peak, half of the nearby villagers worked here. Later, Guijiu, Sichuan wine, and Shandong wine came to Beijing, and the sales of wine dropped greatly, and the locals did not like it.

Drink wine without packaging.

After glaring at the old women, Lao Feng slapped his lips and cursed angrily, "My mother is selling her skin, Zhang Laoer is not a human being! After the winery collapsed, he slapped his ass and left, and went to the government to continue to eat the imperial grain. We people are miserable,

Pay dozens of boxes of liquor as wages..."

Lao Pi pursed his lips and swallowed secretly, "If you ask me, our wine is produced purely from grain and is easy to drink..."

A woman interrupted, "Xiaopi, you think the fermented wheat straw water tastes good... hahaha..."

The crowd was full of joyful atmosphere.

When Lao Pi was eight years old, his mother ran away with an outsider; his father loved to drink and was an old drunkard from the surrounding villages. He raised his son to be a little drunkard, and the father and son often stole wine from the winery;

Occasionally, I buy distiller's grains from the winery, feed the pigs to others, and they add water and steam them again.

Other villagers had already built brick houses, but his house was still a mud house. Ten years ago, there was a heavy rain, and the pickle jars were filled with water. After a long time, the smell of alcohol came from the house.

These people are all pig teammates. If the old joke is gone, who will take up the post?

Old Feng glared at the woman who interrupted, "The factory has been abandoned for more than ten years, and there has been no boss to take it over. Our registered residence is from Beijing, but it is 100 miles away from the capital. Someone takes over the factory, relying on the mountains and mountains, and the water, and the bones have to be squeezed.

Oil."

The woman showed no sign of weakness and put her hands on her hips, "You can pull me down! You only have a tough mouth, but when you meet a fierce person, you will turn into a dull gourd."

Accompanied by police and government staff, villagers and Letao employees came to the large conference room.

In a large tiled house, there is a bench in the middle, the roof and floor are made of cement, and a rusty fan hangs on the roof, and it even has a pull-box switch!

The fan blades were covered with spider webs, and no one was too lazy to open them. The windows had long lost their glass, but the ventilation was good and the temperature in the room was not too high.

After some introductions, Li Ruoli said: "Dear fellow villagers, the factory is right here. We will see each other from now on without looking up. If any aunts and ladies have any requests, we will leave them in the open. Those who sneak around and do little things are just villains!"

With everyone encouraging them, Lao Pi bit the bullet and said, "When the old winery was built, it occupied a lot of cultivated land in our village, and no compensation has been given. The old winery owes you more than half a year's salary, and for more than ten years, there has been no explanation."

The old policeman from the police station knocked on the table and asked sternly, "Pi Lao Er, your skin is itchy again. Do you want to try the handcuffs again? The winery has closed down and the wine will be used as wages. You all signed and agreed."

Letao.com has a good relationship with the county leaders, and it just promised to privately reimburse several thousand yuan in gas coupons every month.

Old Feng handed over a cigarette, with an aggrieved look on his face, "Officer Zhang, you came late, so you may not know the specific situation... We were helpless. If we didn't sign and sign at that time, not even a hair on our butt would be left. The wine was still there.

Warehouse, we didn't lift a finger."

Li Ruoli frowned, wondering why he was involved in an old historical dispute. He glanced at Bi Sheng and murmured to himself, "Liquor?"

This happened to be heard by Lao Pi, who started talking eloquently, "This is the dock of the Grand Canal. It has a tradition of making wine. The princes of the Qing Dynasty all have wineries here. Have you seen the TV series "Li Wei is an Official"?

What’s happening here is that our Erguotou has won many awards. It’s not as good as the wine produced by Prince Gong’s Mansion, but it’s as famous as the famous Lotus Bai!”

The policeman was not angry, "Oh, you still drink to show your culture and level?"

Lao Pi blushed and argued loudly, "My great-grandfather said that back then, college student Liu Luoguo came to our place to buy wine. He saw with his own eyes that Liu Yong was carrying a Luoguozi and a big wine gourd..."

Li Ruoli didn't want to get hung up on the details, "How much inventory is there in total? We can help sell it on behalf of you."

Bi Sheng frowned slightly and said to himself: "I agreed too quickly. These unscrupulous people climbed up the pole and it was too late to cry."

A reminder in a low voice, "The alcohol content of northern wine is not high, and the sealing and packaging are not good. It is easy to lose the taste and wine, so it cannot be sold at all."

Lao Feng seemed not to have heard, and replied slowly, "There is an account book in the warehouse: there are about 30,000 boxes and nearly 200,000 bottles. At that time, a bottle was charged at 10 yuan..."

The policeman sneered, "Old man Feng, the old village chief's wine is only 6 yuan, while Red Star and Niulanshan are less than 5 yuan. You are blackmailing!"

Lao Pi hurriedly interrupted, "It was calculated at 5 yuan back then. In the past ten years, due to inflation and the addition of cellaring, the value of the wine has doubled."

If you want to sell crappy goods at a good price, you will open your mouth to double the price.

With a clang, the policeman gently placed the handcuffs on the table.