After a while, the table was still on the table with delicacies, all of them were flying in the sky, running with long legs on the ground, swimming with fins in the water, and a large table was set up full, and the director of the Tibetan factory called a waiter who was specially waiting, opened a few bottles of Wuliangye wine, and suddenly, the tempting aroma of wine filled the entire luxuriously decorated room, so a round of wine field war quickly began.

The director of the Tibetan factory has already arranged, he called the directors and section chiefs of the large and small factories to accompany the xylophone and others to drink and not finish, and specially called the people who did not come to the table to come in turn to toast and persuade the food, they are all veterans of the wine field, one by one, embroidered and spit out, it is a large list of toasts, what "deep feelings, shallow licking of feelings", what "excited heart, trembling hands, I pour a glass of wine for the leader, the leader is on the top, I want to come a few times" and so on, until the sky is dizzy.

The younger brother of the xylophone drank a surprisingly large amount, no matter how the director of the Tibetan factory arranged and scheduled, he did not get drunk in the end, but the director of the Tibetan factory himself drank too much, he spoke with his tongue straight, but he couldn't curl up, and the few hairs on the top of his head that were carefully coiled hung down straight, and they were scattered next to the ears of the huge fleshy head, and he forgot to comb it with his hands, and a few strands of long hair dangled around, like a wild ghost yaksha, very funny.

When the wine was hot, the director of the Tibetan factory also set up with the xylophone, he called "big sister" one by one, saying that although my surname is not very good, but it also has a background, especially with the Shandong people have a deep origin, he said, the Tibetan surname originated from the surname Ji of the Zhou Dynasty, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period, was sealed to a place called Zangyi in Shandong, Lu Xiaogong is my ancestor, so, Shandong is my ancestral hometown, I am also an authentic Shandong person, you are my hometown sister.

This kind of far-fetched stubborn pull invisibly brought the feelings at the dinner table closer, and the atmosphere became more and more intense.

She said, although we are located in a relatively secluded place in Shandong, but the resource advantage is good, that is, the lack of technology and information, the director of the Tibetan factory is not interested in working together with the people of the mountain village, based on the rich fresh fruit resources there, set up a branch, the Xinghua Village is responsible for the management and operation, the factory is responsible for technical guidance and market sales, the loss is at their own risk, and the profit is shared.

The people at the table were stunned for a moment, and the younger brother of Muqin and Xiao Meng immediately high-fived, saying that the eldest sister's idea has high gold content, and it has reached the key to the problem, which can not only establish a long-term strategic business partnership, but also ensure the sufficient supply of goods for the manufacturer.

The shrewd director of the Tibetan factory also immediately realized the business opportunities contained in this idea, and looked at the plainly dressed eldest sister in front of him, he immediately clapped his head and said, okay, it's decided, these days, you don't have to rush to go, first initialed a letter of intent, when appropriate, and then send someone to investigate, if feasible, just do what you say.

With such an intention, the atmosphere at the dinner table was friendly and affectionate, the younger brother of the xylophone and Xiao Meng made a vow that they would ensure the sales of the products of the preserved fruit factory in the future, and the director of the Tibetan factory wished to have such a promise, so he made up his mind to cooperate with the xylophone, and to firmly catch Mr. Mu, the slippery big fish in Nanjing.

In the afternoon, with the help of his younger brother and Xiao Meng, Xylophone signed a letter of intent with the director of the Tibetan factory, leaving the contact address and the phone number of the factory, and the two sides also agreed on the approximate date of the visit to Xinghua Village. Although he didn't have an official seal, he pressed the bright red handprint, and both sides had a bottom in their hearts.

With such an unexpected result, Muqin was overjoyed, she couldn't stay in Nanjing City any longer, and when she returned to her parents' house, Muqin immediately packed her bags, regardless of her family's obstruction and persuasion, and insisted on returning to Xinghua Village as soon as possible.

Old man Mu saw that Xylophone had made up his mind, so he no longer let his family stop him, he still said the same thing, respect Qin'er's opinion, and talk about it later.

He led a large family to send Maosheng and his family on the train to Jinan, and said that when the preserved fruit factory sent people to Xinghua Village to investigate, he would also go with the car to see Muqin's home in Shandong.

With the slow start of the train, the xylophone can't wait to fly back to Xinghua Village with wings immediately, and fly back to the apricot forest that carries all her hard work and dreams.

She was already deeply immersed in her reverie, and ran with the rumbling wheels towards a brighter future.

At this time, Xinghua Village had already come to a catastrophe, and was waiting for the xylophone to end, which ruthlessly pushed her into a desperate situation where emotions and fate were intertwined, and pushed her onto a road of struggle full of thorns and potholes.