Zheng Wei is also worried, in the past few days, his hair has turned gray most of the time, and even because of this incident, he also deliberately asked his younger brother Zheng Zeguang to lobby, because Zheng Zeguang's paper mill has cooperation with Weiming Dairy, and earlier Zheng Zeguang also said that Zheng Qian went on a blind date with the daughter of Feng Xinhong, chairman of Weiming Dairy.

But obviously Zheng Zeguang's face was not big enough, and he wanted to go to Feng's house as a guest with a cart of gifts, but in the end, he didn't even see him, and the angry Zheng Zeguang also scolded him when he came back.

Zheng Wei had no choice but to find another way out.

At first, he wanted to discuss with the dairy farmers and raise the price slightly, but these dairy farmers were hesitant, but they couldn't say a reason, and the sales manager Qi Junhui even threatened to sue them, but the dairy farmers were still indifferent, and they were forced to get rid of them directly.

It is impossible for Zheng Wei to sue them, the first is that it is not easy for everyone, and the second is that at this stage, they cannot afford to drag out a lawsuit.

It is impossible to develop other farmers, because there are only so many farms nearby, unlike the grassland area, where almost every household has dairy cows, but even in Saibei, there is no way out, because it is the real base camp of ambient milk.

Although he pretended to have something in his heart, when Zheng Wei came home in the evening, he still talked and laughed with his wife Liang Rong like a person who had nothing to do, but he couldn't eat it anyway when he looked at the food on the table.

Liang Rong obviously also saw that her husband was worried, she put down the dishes and chopsticks, and said, "I know that something happened in your factory, has it been solved?"

Zheng Wei sighed, "No." ”

"There are more solutions than difficulties. ”

Liang Rong didn't ask again, picked up the chopsticks and put the food into her husband's bowl: "Let's eat first!"

After Zheng Wei had dinner, he was really panicked, and pushed open the door to relax, but he actually had the answer in his heart at this time.

His arms can't twist his thighs, and even if he is aggrieved, he has only one last choice, agreeing to buy.

But in the past few months, the hard work of getting up early and being greedy and dark, as well as the bright future that Duowang fresh milk can see, have been ruined like this, and he is very unwilling, and he only feels depressed.

The summer night was still hot and humid, but there was starlight in the sky, Zheng Wei sat down by the bridge, took out a cigarette and lit one, listened to the sound of frogs and crickets, and then a loud and hoarse voice came from behind him.

"Ah Wei, yo, you're scaring me, why are you here so late?

Zheng Wei turned his head and saw that it was the second uncle who opened the morning tea house at the entrance of the alley, so he smiled and said, "No, there are some things to deal with in the factory." ”

"Tsk!"

The second uncle stopped the car in his hand, stood behind Zheng Wei and patted Zheng Wei on the shoulder: "They are all factory directors, what else can make it difficult for you? Your old Zheng family, a big factory director, and a soldier of the people, this can be regarded as a glorious lintel, worthy of the ancestors! If I were you, I would wake up happy to sleep!"

He put his hands behind his back and looked at the pond under the bridge: "I know a little about your factory, don't blame the second uncle for talking too much, you are also a family member of a soldier, those shameless factories bullied you like this, and they were both framed and framed, which is extremely shameless! In other words, in the early years, the angry masses of the people could beat these people half to death! Alas, now, the world is declining, and the people's hearts are not ancient, and these capitalisms are simply against the sky......

Looking at the back of the second uncle, Zheng Wei smiled bitterly: "Now is the rule of law society......"

"In a society governed by the rule of law, it is permissible to frame up?"

The second uncle looked at Zheng Wei suspiciously: "Your kid won't be corrupted by capitalism, right?"

Zheng Wei hurriedly waved his hand, and then, perhaps holding it for too long, Zheng Wei talked about the breach of contract by the cooperative dairy farmers, as well as the fact that Weiming Dairy and other companies cut off the milk source of Duowang.

"They gave us a week to think about it, and we had to give an answer before the Dragon Boat Festival. ”

Zheng Wei pinched off a dogtail grass beside him, and said calmly: "I have already thought about it, this line of water is too deep, although I have been doing it for half my life, but today I only found the depth of the water, do you know? These room temperature milk companies can even influence the decision of the Dairy Association, I heard from friends and gossip that after a while, the Dairy Association will introduce a policy to prohibit all fresh milk from using the word 'fresh', heh, how ridiculous!"

The second uncle was a little ignorant, but he still patted Zheng Wei on the shoulder, and comforted him in an old-fashioned manner: "There are always more ways than difficulties." ”

When Zheng Wei heard this sentence again, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and his wife Liang Rong also comforted him like this at dinner.

But where is the solution?

......

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the 45th Division of the Airborne Forces.

The last day of the condolence performance is about to begin, Zheng Qian and the large army of the Air Politics Art Troupe rendezvous, when the deputy head Cui Zhengyi saw Zheng Qian, he gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "The barracks have been full of your legends in the past two days, good boy, you are really up-and-coming." ”

Zhang Aimin patted his dry chest and boasted: "My adaptation of the suona version of "Steel Torrent March" is also very popular! Of course, this is also Zheng Qian's work!"

The crowd laughed

Because today is the Dragon Boat Festival, the performance time has started at one o'clock at noon and lasts until six o'clock in the afternoon.

Zheng Qian is naturally no exception, and because he is much discussed and loved, Zheng Qian still appeared in the finale.

And this time, at the request of the officers, he will also play a solo "March of the Steel Torrent" on the piano.

Because in the past three days, there have been too many cadres who have played this piece, and there are various versions, but when the original author Zheng Qian played this piece in the rehearsal hall of the Beijing Opera and Dance Theater, everyone gave a thumbs up and praised it, and directly described it as "soul-shaking music"!

This aroused people's curiosity, and they begged Zheng Qian to play this piece.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zheng Qian was disrespectful and could only agree.

However, before he could come on the stage, when the condolence performance was just halfway through, Wang Gang approached and said in a low voice: "Brother Qian, the phone number of the second uncle!"

Zheng Qian was enjoying the performance, applauding from time to time, and when he heard the words, he was slightly stunned.

He lowered his head and took the phone to see that it was really the second uncle!

When I went home two days ago, I should have been exchanged contact information by my second uncle, but I didn't expect to call him on the day of the festival.

He thought that the second uncle was sending holiday blessings, so he turned around, found a secluded place, and answered with a smile: "Second uncle, happy holidays!

Who knows, but an anxious hoarse voice came from the earpiece: "Is it Zheng Qian? Are you busy? Your father was beaten!"