When Wang Qiang took a look, he saw that Shi Da Kuai's wife was not bad looking. She was about 1.6 meters tall, fair-skinned, wearing a dark red sweater, with short hair, and a somewhat thin figure.
But Wang Qiang's gaze seemed somewhat unfriendly. Shi Da Kuai was also unhappy to see his wife like this, thinking to himself, "What are you doing? I brought a colleague home, and this is your attitude? How am I supposed to face others in the future?"
He was unhappy, but he couldn't say it out loud, because Wang Qiang was right there. If he did, the couple would argue, and it would be embarrassing. Shi Da Kuai was quite concerned about his reputation.
He suppressed his anger and introduced the two people. His wife's surname was Tang, and her name was Tang Dongmei.
"Xiao Tang, let me introduce you. This is Wang Qiang from our department. He's a big shot in the factory."
Then he said to Wang Qiang, "Wang Qiang, this is my wife, Xiao Tang. She works at the fermented bean curd factory."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang took the initiative to greet him. Since Shi Da Kuai was a few years older than him, he said, "Hello, sister-in-law. I often hear Brother Shi mention you. He says you are beautiful and very virtuous, managing everything inside and outside the house. Everyone envies Brother Shi."
After a few words, Tang Dongmei's long face softened. She thought to herself, "They're speaking so kindly, I shouldn't be ungrateful." So she put on a smiling face as well.
"Hey, don't listen to his nonsense, I'm just an ordinary person."
Although he said that, his face was so happy that you couldn't even see his eyebrows.
"Xiao Wang, now that we're here, make yourself at home and sit wherever you like."
Wang Qiang declined, saying, "Sister-in-law, I won't sit down. I came with Brother Shi to get the ducks; I'll leave as soon as I get them."
Upon hearing that they had come to collect the ducks, Tang Dongmei's smile vanished instantly.
"Sister-in-law, don't misunderstand, the factory wants to buy this duck."
Tang Dongmei is truly a master of face-changing; her face instantly changed back to normal.
"Hi, the factory wants to buy it, no problem."
"Old Shi, have you agreed on the price? Our ducks are legitimate. Even though the factory wants to buy them, the price..."
Shi Da Kuai knew his wife was a penny-pincher; she kept track of every single penny. Let alone a duck.
"Don't worry, a factory that big wouldn't just take a duck from you for free, would it?"
As Shi Da Kuai spoke, he continued, "The price will definitely exceed your expectations."
Back then, a roast duck at Quanjude cost only about 8 yuan. Live ducks were even cheaper.
Shi Dakuai held up two fingers. Tang Dongmei, seeing this, immediately brightened up and pulled Wang Qiang to sit down. She then poured him some water.
Then, looking at Wang Qiang, she said, "Brother Wang, you two work in the same unit, even the same department. Could you raise the price a bit more?"
"What if it just goes up by one dollar?"
Shi Da Kuai realized his wife had misunderstood: "It's twenty catties of top-quality white flour."
"What? 20 jin of flour?"
She quickly realized what was happening and happily said to Wang Qiang, "You wait here, I'll go get you the duck right now."
Tang Dongmei rushed into the inner room and soon came out carrying a fat, large duck.
"Brother Wang, I told you, our ducks are absolutely the best."
"Why don't you talk to the factory again and ask them to add a little more, even if it's just one yuan more?"
Wang Qiang took the duck from Tang Dongmei; it was indeed quite good. It weighed approximately 5 jin (2.5 catties).
“Since my sister-in-law has asked, I can’t refuse, right? Then I’ll add another dollar. 20 jin of flour plus one dollar.”
"Sister-in-law, are you satisfied with this price?"
Tang Dongmei nodded repeatedly, "Satisfied, satisfied!"
Wang Qiang found a rope, tied the duck up, hung it on the handlebars, and drove back to the courtyard house.
Uncle Yan Bugui, who used to wipe cars at the entrance every year, didn't wipe his car. Maybe Wang Qiang came back too late.
But as soon as they entered, Yan Bugui appeared out of nowhere.
"Brother Wang Qiang, you're back? I just got some food and wine. It's so cold outside, want to have a drink together?"
Looking at Yan Bugui, Wang Qiang rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "I must have seen wrong. This doesn't make sense. Yan Bugui would invite others for drinks?"
"Third Uncle, you're calling me by the wrong generation. How can I call you brother? Besides, I really can't get used to your wine."
Yan Bugui blushed slightly and blurted out, "No, it doesn't matter. Actually, we're from the same generation. I guarantee there's absolutely no water in the wine today."
Wang Qiang thought to himself that this guy must have begged for everything, otherwise he wouldn't have bled.
"Okay, Uncle, I'll go back to my room and tidy up first. I'll be there in a bit."
After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he pushed his cart and went back.
I put the ducks inside the house. The house looked freshly cleaned, probably by He Yushui. That girl is pretty good; she's quite responsible.
Then they went to Yan Bugui's house.
Wow, there's quite a lot of food here!
It seems Yan Bugui really went all out: two hot dishes, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar and stir-fried mushrooms with meat, one cold dish, shredded potato salad, and a winter melon soup.
A bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) was on the table.
"He chuckled slyly. There's nothing much to eat, just something to drink."
"Come, come, sit down."
Yan Bugui let Wang Qiang sit in the seat of honor, while he sat beside him. His two sons, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, sat in the lower seat.
"Don't look at this, it's Erguotou, but I've been treasuring it for many years and I've always been reluctant to drink it."
As he spoke, Yan Bugui gestured with his eyes, and Yan Jiefang quickly filled the cups for Wang Qiang and Yan Bugui, while only filling half a cup for himself and Yan Jiecheng.
"Uncle, let's be frank. I don't like beating around the bush. The wine you invited me to drink today is neither good nor good."
Yan Bugui blushed and said, "From now on, we'll be brothers, and these are all your juniors." He pointed to his two sons.
"Have a drink first, then we can talk business later."
He then toasted Wang Qiang with a glass of wine.
"Okay, that's awesome."
This Erguotou is really strong, 56 degrees, not everyone can handle it.
"Come and eat!"
Yan Jiefang raised his glass and said to Wang Qiang, "Uncle Wang, let me toast you. I'll drink it all, you can drink as you please."
Without waiting for Wang Qiang, he downed the whole thing in one gulp.
Wang Qiang was a little confused. What was wrong with this family?
“Brother Yan Bugui, since you’ve spoken, then so be it. From now on, we’re brothers, and Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang are nephews.”
Yan Bugui nodded: "That's right, Brother Wang Qiang, you're absolutely right."
Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng felt a little embarrassed when they heard this, realizing that they had become a generation younger so quickly.
"Brother Wang, I really do have something to discuss with you. I heard you helped someone get a job at the factory."
Wang Qiang wondered to himself, "Where did he find out?"
Yan Bugui looked at Wang Qiang expectantly: "Brother, we're all neighbors from the same compound, could you recommend them to work in the factory as well?"
Wang Qiang then realized that this was Yan Bugui's true purpose.
So he laughed and said, "It's possible, but the price is a bit high; it can't be solved with just one meal."
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