We arrived in Tongcheng around 3 p.m. and arranged for Xing Baohua and the others to rest at the city's No. 1 Guesthouse. We planned to hold a welcome banquet for Xing Baohua that evening.
Li Wanjiang's secretary reminded the Party Secretary that since Xing Baohua had mentioned culture, they had plenty to offer. Especially local ethnic culture, plus the fact that people from eastern Shandong are known for their drinking culture.
How about we arrange some special treatment for him?
The reception arrangements were already planned, but after the secretary's reminder, the person nodded in agreement. Since there was still time to prepare, the secretary was allowed to make the arrangements personally.
That evening, Xing Baohua never expected that there would be other arrangements for dinner, and that they would actually leave the city and go to the suburbs.
I was even more surprised by the warm reception here, although there were quite a few people, several hundred in total.
I guess they came to the village and wanted to see its unique cultural features?
A small square, a bonfire. A welcoming song, wine to toast guests.
After getting off the bus, someone approached Xing Baohua with a bowl of wine. Xing Baohua was a little intimidated when he saw someone bringing a bowl to pour wine.
This is supposed to be a gulp! You can use a bowl at the table, but you need to drink it in several sips. Who would gulp it down for no reason?
Secretary Li smiled and said to Xing Baohua, "You have to drink this wine before you can enter the village. Otherwise, it's just low-alcohol rice wine or beer."
These words put Xing Baohua at ease, making him seem like a country bumpkin who knew nothing.
After accepting the bottle of wine, I thanked the girl and downed it in one gulp. It was indeed quite good, with a sweet and sour taste and a slight hint of alcohol.
One bowl of wine, two bowls of wine... I don't know how many bowls we drank before we reached the bonfire in Saizi Square.
The square was filled with long tables, with fruit, snack platters, and other dishes, like a banquet.
Xing Baohua sat in the VIP section, with Secretary Li as the main host. Unlike the round table, the seating arrangement was based on the long table.
This is the traditional culture of the Dong ethnic minority in the area.
Your province is also home to many ethnic minorities, and the residents are warm and honest.
Okay, before they said that others relied on tourism and culture for development, now they're showing Xing Baohua the local cultural industry.
As Secretary Li explained, the bonfire party consisted of villagers singing folk songs, dancing traditional dances, and dancing around the fire.
Singing and dancing is the best way to describe it, but dancing in circles easily reminds Xing Baohua of the bunny dance he used to do at a disco when he was in junior high school.
They lined up, holding onto the shoulders of the person in front of them, and danced to the music.
Before we could even watch them dance for a short while, a group of people from the village came to offer toasts.
A dozen or so girls came in a line, each carrying a bowl.
Xing Baohua's face turned green, mainly because he didn't see the girl carrying a wine bottle, but rather a girl carrying four or five jars.
You can't force someone to drink like that!
You should know that the wines produced in your province are all well-known brands, especially the national liquor, which is also from here.
Even the biggest drinker wouldn't drink like that.
Turning to Secretary Li, he said with a smile, "This wine must be drunk; it's a treat reserved for our most precious friends."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young and beautiful girl dressed in the traditional clothing of her ethnic minority group came to toast Xing Baohua, jumping and singing a toasting song.
Instead of letting Xing Baohua stand up to serve himself, the girl made him sit there and personally placed the bowl to his lips so he could drink.
When the first bowl was almost finished, the second girl sang a song and poured the wine in her hand into the first bowl, then the second, then the third, and so on. The most outrageous one was standing on a stool and continuing to pour wine down the pile.
Like a small waterfall, it flows down layer by layer. The highest bowl of wine is gone, replaced by wine from the jar.
You can't finish it, you simply can't finish it! This bowl of wine is like a tap in your mouth, you're just pouring it in!
Fortunately, it was rice wine. If it had been 52ml, Xing Baohua would probably have needed to go to the hospital for a stomach pump after all that.
In fact, most of the wine was wasted; no matter how much he chug it, it wouldn't even get into his stomach, and it soaked his clothes down his chin.
Forget about eating anything, they were already stuffed full.
The enthusiasm is almost frightening; this drinking culture is too aggressive. Even the biggest drinker can't withstand this kind of relentless chugging!
Xing Baohua didn't even know how she got back to the guesthouse. At first, she was still clear-headed and her thoughts were clear, but as soon as a gust of wind blew, she felt dizzy.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, my head felt heavy and was in a lot of pain.
If he hadn't known that it was brewed entirely by hand by local residents, he would have definitely thought he had drunk fake alcohol.
I slept until noon, got up, washed up quickly, and called my guards to go to the guesthouse restaurant for lunch.
I specifically ordered two bottles of beer to wash it off.
The restaurant originally wanted Xing Baohua to wait while they notified city leaders to come and have lunch with him. Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua quickly waved his hand, saying, "No one needs to compensate me. If I keep drinking with them, I probably won't be able to get anything done. They might as well just throw me into the wine tank."
Xing Baohua felt a little better in the afternoon and went to the city to see Secretary Li.
Xing Baohua wants to move the lithography plant here as one of the main chip production bases.
The site needs to be large, and the electricity supply must be adequate. Especially the electricity; if the power supply is insufficient, another power plant can be built, and he can invest some capital in it, which is equivalent to taking a stake, etc.
Xing Baohua calculated that the new chip manufacturing site would require a large amount of land. Should they build the first phase first, followed by the second and third phases?
So they asked for 20 hectares of industrial land, which is about 300 mu.
The city agreed to most of the conditions proposed by Xing Baohua, and the city also invested seven million yuan to lay the groundwork, namely, the site preparation, infrastructure development, and land leveling.
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