Cheng Gong took Tan Sheng on the road and firmly rejected Wan Feng's suggestion to assign him a bodyguard.
As soon as Cheng Gong left, Liu Shengguang came and invited Wan Feng to visit his place for guidance.
Wan Feng knew a lot about oil pressing, but it couldn't be said that he knew nothing about it either, though he did know a little bit.
Even if he had never worked in an oil mill, at least he had seen it.
When he was in Longjiang, there was a hot-pressing oil mill in Dalinzi Brigade. Although it was closed when the cold-pressing machine came out later, Wan Feng still went there several times.
As long as he sees it, he dares to give guidance. Even if the guidance is not good, it is still bad.
Whether good or bad, there will be a result.
Wan Feng followed Liu Shengguang to Huanghui and entered his newly built oil mill.
The oil mill house has been completely renovated, the yard has been hardened, and the oil press was installed yesterday.
When Wan Feng entered the yard, he realized that this was not a visit for guidance, but a visit for drinking.
There were four or five tables in the yard, and they started serving the dishes as soon as Wan Feng arrived.
"I finished cleaning it yesterday, and I was thinking of setting up two tables for a small celebration."
Wan Feng inspected his oil mill accompanied by Liu Shengguang.
It is said that a newly built toilet smells good for three days, and the newly cleaned oil mill is even more fragrant.
"Not bad, not bad!" Wan Feng's praise sounded a bit like an attempt to smooth things over.
The weather today is a bit cloudy and there is no sun.
Since there is no sun, there is no need to go indoors.
The table was set up in the yard, and we started eating once the dishes were served.
The chef is Huang Hui, who is in charge of banquets for rural events. The dishes are very down-to-earth, with more than a dozen dishes filling the table.
Wan Feng is not the host today, so naturally he doesn't need to make an opening speech.
Liu Shengguang stood up with a glass of wine in his hand and said, "Thank you all for your support. Our small oil mill is finally complete. I am very happy and grateful. I also want to thank the Zhou family and the people of Huanghui Village. I would especially like to thank General Wan!"
Wan Feng became depressed on the spot. How could this be linked to him?
"Hey, Master Liu, today's business is about your oil mill, so please don't bring me along, okay?"
"Haha! I have to tell you! Everyone here today will be the key players in my oil mill in the future. Let me introduce you to two people. I guess you have forgotten them."
Liu Shengguang pointed at the man opposite Wan Feng and said, "Zhang Lu! Do you recognize him?"
Wan Feng shook his head. Although the man seemed familiar, he really couldn't guess who he was.
"Can't remember?"
Liu Shengguang called out to another table, "Liu Yang! Come here!"
A shirtless man in his thirties walked over.
"Do you recognize this?"
Wan Feng seemed a little unsure and said, "I think we've fought in a war before?"
Liu Shengguang laughed: "You fought him twice, but Zhang Lu only fought him once. You probably still remember that time when you were selling fish in Suitun..."
Wan Feng remembered: "So it's these two bastards! Mr. Liu, don't even think about escaping and coming to this table. I have to fight you today."
Liu Yang did not hesitate and moved to Wan Feng's table.
Liu Shengguang was about to say something when Wan Feng stopped him: "If you want to talk nonsense, wait a minute. I want revenge. First, get me a drink each!"
Then Liu Yang and Zhang Lu were dumbfounded.
Wan Feng poured each of them a 4-liang glass of white wine, while he himself held a glass of beer.
"You two bullied me before, now let's drink a glass each and see who's better. No cheating allowed!"
The muscles on Liu Yang's face twitched a few times. "Boss Wan! You're a big shot now, but you're still so shameless. How about you toast us with beer? And one more thing: although we fought before, we didn't gain any advantage. This can't be considered bullying, right?"
Wan Feng laughed heartily: "I'm just trying to scare you. I'll finish this beer first, you guys can do whatever you want."
Liu Yang cursed in his heart, you did it, how can we not do it!
But Wan Feng didn't drink it. He took a sip from his wine glass, then put it down and sighed, "How many years ago was this when we were fighting? Ten years or so?"
"No! Probably only about seven or eight years." Liu Yang said with certainty.
"Let me think, the last time we met was probably in 1981, when I was fourteen. I haven't seen you two since. Back then, you two were such jerk-offs. You were all young men in society, yet you bullied a kid like me. Are you two still as jerk-offs as before?"
Liu Yang and Zhang Lu were at a loss for words: "Boss Wan! Even though we were both in society back then, we weren't that much older, right? Only four years older, I guess!"
"A year older is still older!"
That makes so much sense. Who dares to say that being one year older is not older?
"We've both been much more honest since we got married. Zhang Lu works as a bricklayer outside, and I farm at home and do some small business in my spare time. Shengguang opened an oil mill and asked us to come over to help, so here we are."
Wan Feng nodded in appreciation.
When you are young, it is a stage of trial and error. You are allowed to make mistakes but you know that the mistakes must be corrected.
Although these two guys seem to be living a hard life now, at least they have returned to their original intentions.
"We must drink this, cheers!" Wan Feng picked up the beer again, leaving Liu Yang and Zhang Lu speechless.
At the banquet, Liu Shengguang introduced how much it cost to buy these machines.
"Have you ordered your plastic jug?"
"I ordered it. It's 1.80 each. I ordered 10,000 of them."
Ten thousand of them can hold 50,000 kilograms of soybean oil, which should be enough for the time being.
"In the future, barrels will need a trademark. Have you thought of a name?"
Liu Shengguang shook his head: "No! Why don't you think of one for me?"
Wan Feng thought for a moment and said, "Then let's call it Golden Arowana."
In my previous life, there was an article called "A Fish That Brings Disaster to the Country and the People" which talked about King Arowana cooking oil.
As for GMOs, everyone has their own opinions, and Wan Feng cannot express his own opinion.
It will first occupy the trademark, and as for those genetically modified things, they can call them whatever they want in the future.
Just when they were drinking happily, Wan Feng's pager rang.
Wan Feng took out his pager and saw that it was a call from Zhang Xuan’s pager store. Who was calling him again?
There was no phone here, so Wan Feng couldn't answer the call. He didn't bring his cell phone because it was too heavy.
Never mind him, let’s drink first.
"Wan Feng! Now many people in Jiangwei carry this thing like yours, especially the bosses in South Bay. What is the use of it?"
This situation is a good time for advertising. Wan Feng exaggerated the benefits of the pager in great detail and repeated several times that this thing is a must-have for every boss. He strongly recommended that Liu Shengguang get one.
He also fought for his wife, just to sell one more machine and gain one more user for Zhang Xuan.
You're still saying I'm not good! If you keep saying I'm not good-looking, I'll beat your ass to pieces.
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