"Do you want to open the market in the capital?" Lin Dingqiang asked Xin Qing, "Is there anyone else besides your father's friends and colleagues?"

Xin Qing bowed slightly and replied: "There are 5 newspapers and periodicals and 10 new media companies will be present. This is my father's first art exhibition after leaving Beijing for more than 20 years, so it is also highly regarded in the industry. ”

After Lin Dingqiang heard this, he thought about it in his heart.

If Sihua Milk appears in this art exhibition, no matter whether anyone drinks it or not, as long as there is a figure of Sihua Milk on one of the photos, coupled with the current speed of new media, it is possible to arouse everyone's memory of this local brand in Beijing in the shortest possible time.

But Lin Dingqiang, as a gentleman in the capital, has the pride and strength in his bones, so he can't do such a dirty thing.

Although he can't talk about having both ability and political integrity, at least he still knows the truth of doing something and not doing it in his heart.

Although he has decided to invest in Sihua Dairy, he still feels sick and disgusted in his heart to rely on this way to turn it over.

“B。 Lin Dingqiang thought secretly.

【The selection has taken effect, and the member has registered】

Since he chose to help Xin Qing's family solve this thorny problem, Lin Dingqiang must come up with a practical plan.

Uncle Zhou, who was about to go out to walk the birds, saw the sad appearance of the group of people, and said kindly: "Brother, I don't have any red wine here." Although there are no big brands, if there is a need, your ward will call it, and I will arrange it immediately!"

In addition to thanks, Xin Wenhua's smile was also a little helpless, "Thank you!"

Lin Dingqiang thought for a while, took two steps forward, and asked politely: "Old Xin, do you think that since the venue has changed now, can the things that you see and drink have changed?"

Xin Wenhua let out a long sigh, "I don't have to ask for that batch of red wine, I just feel ashamed of my friend's entrustment, and I can't go away." ”

Xin Qing lowered her head even lower after hearing her father say this, in her opinion, this matter was completely forgotten because she was busy with the invitation, so she fell into such a dilemma.

"Lao Xin, why don't you give Dai Gong a call. Shu Lan saw Xin Wenhua pacing back and forth, and saw Xin Qing bowing her head and not saying a word, as a wife and mother, she was even more tormented in her heart, "Tell him about the situation, I hope he understands." ”

Xin Qing volunteered and said, "Dad, why don't I tell Uncle Dai." After all, I didn't do this well, and it's more appropriate for me to say it. ”

Xin Wenhua looked at Lin Dingqiang in front of him and asked, "Xiaolin, tell me what you think." ”

Lin Dingqiang smiled confidently: "Look at the weather in the capital, it is the time to dry people from three o'clock in the afternoon." It's not as good as the convention center, and there is no air conditioning. Even if your friend's wine is fetched, and you take it in your hand on the way to see the painting, the temperature is high, and you can't drink anything good. ”

Xin Wenhua nodded and put his hands behind his back, "Go on." ”

"So, in the open air, under the scorching sun, you must be thirsty!" Lin Dingqiang paused, and then said: "I think the sour plum soup in the old capital is just right!"

"Sour plum soup?" Xin Wenhua said in surprise: "I haven't seen anyone drink sour plum soup at an art exhibition." ”

"Look!" Lin Dingqiang said as he gestured, "Let's set up a table here, and then go buy a few large lumps of old ice." When someone comes, we will take a big hammer to chisel the ice and send the soup, with the style of the courtyard, plus your masterpiece, it is also a scenery. ”

Lin Dingqiang saw that Xin Wenhua's eyebrows showed a happy look, took out the last killer feature, and said: "It turns out that Mei Lanfang, Shang Xiaoyun, and Ma Lianliang in the city, don't they love this one?"

"The osmanthus flavor of the sour plum soup is cold in your mouth. When Uncle Zhou heard this, he shook his head and sang a little song that disappeared into the high-rise building, "Quench your thirst, bring cold, add roses and sugar, if you don't believe it, you will taste it!"

Xin Wenhua laughed heroically, "My old brother, I haven't heard this shout for decades!"

Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "I still have to rush to walk the birds here! It's late, there will be no good land! You guys are chatting slowly!"

Lin Dingqiang waved his hand, "Master Zhou, you go slowly!"

When Uncle Zhou came out of the hospital, Xin Wenhua felt that Lin Dingqiang's suggestion was feasible, and asked, "Sour plum soup is indeed the memory of the old capital, but where are you going to get authentic sour plum soup?"

Wang Liushun stood up and said politely: "Old Xin, my mother will do it." ”

Xin Wenhua asked for the sake of insurance: "Is it boiled by black plum and hawthorn?"

"You also need to add black dates, licorice, tangerine peel, and dried osmanthus," Wang Liushun replied with a few treasures: "A good sour plum soup should have more sugar, thick plum juice, less water, and a strong and flavorful taste." ”

As soon as she said this, Shu Lan seemed to have really drunk a bowl of sour plum soup, which also evoked her memories, "Lao Xin, I think it can be done!"

Xin Wenhua took out his mobile phone, "Okay, I'll call Dai Yongxin." Xiao Lin, and this young man, please leave the matter of sour plum soup to you!"

"No problem!" Lin Dingqiang patted his chest and said, "Sixth son, you go home first and let Aunt Liu stay up." I went to find a place to buy ice. When you're done, call me and I'll pick you up. ”

Liuzi nodded again and again, "Okay, Brother Qiang!"

Lin Dingqiang also had to go to the garage of the convention and exhibition center to pick up the car, and as soon as he got out of the hospital, Xin Qing chased after him, and said with a red face: "That...... Thank you. ”

Lin Dingqiang replied in a chic manner: "It's okay!

"Where are you going?"

"Pick up the car at the convention center. ”

"I'll send you!" Xin Qing held her head high and looked at the tall Lin Dingqiang.

Lin Ding crossed his waist and smiled: "I see that you have forgotten one thing again." ”

"What?" Xin Qing asked with wide eyes.

"Did you run out of invitations from more than 60 yesterday?"

Xin Qing woke up in an instant, "I only sent about 20 homes!"

"Then why don't you go quickly?" Lin Dingqiang looked at the panicked Xin Qing, and couldn't help laughing: "Otherwise, your father will blame you again!"

Xin Qing hurriedly ran down the stone steps, "Then I'll go and get busy first!"

"Let's go!" Lin Dingqiang instructed: "Don't worry!

Xin Qing waved her hand as she ran, the gray pleated skirt fluctuated slightly, and her tone finally became brisk, "Got it, uncle~!"

Lin Dingqiang looked at Xin Qing's back as he left, and thought to himself, "Hey, can't you change this?"

Wang Liushun walked out at this time and said to Lin Dingqiang: "Brother Qiang, I just called my mother, and she is already preparing. ”

Lin Dingqiang patted Wang Liushun on the shoulder, and said gratefully: "Sixth son, you have helped me a lot this time!"

Wang Liushun's face still showed that honest smile, "Brother Qiang, you are polite to me again! If it weren't for you, how could my family's business be so good now!"

"Let's not talk about this! When the exhibition is over, we will have some drinks!"

Wang Liushun smiled and said, "Okay!

"Okay!" Lin Dingqiang resolutely agreed: "I'm afraid you can't do it!"