Yang Jun is a person who never accepts gifts, but at this moment he is a little moved.

There is nothing wrong with his body, but most of the people he knows are middle-aged and above, especially those of the age of the big leader.

If there is a tonic wine to open the way, the big leaders will definitely be more satisfied with him.

Yang Jun opened the delicate box and looked at it, inside was a flat glass bottle, the bottle was not big, but it was very delicate, and it was a gift at first glance.

The reddish-brown liquid in the bottle, some resembling red wine, but a little cloudy.

Yang Jun couldn't help but want to try it, but as soon as he saw Sister Cai's burning eyes, he immediately put the bottle down.

"Sister Cai, I have received your wishes, but ...... You know, I know a lot of people, I'm afraid this bottle is ......."

Yang Jun said this, and Sister Cai immediately understood what he meant.

"Brother, this is my father-in-law's own brew, and I don't have much stock, but don't worry, I'll ask my father-in-law to brew a few more bottles when I go back."

"Thank you, Sister Cai."

Yang Jun smiled when he heard this, he put the bottle back in the box, and then put the bottle and box under the coffee table.

Yang Jun didn't want Sister Cai's bottle of wine, but he wanted to find out if this wine was inherited from her family, if Sister Cai couldn't get the wine he wanted, he would think that Sister Cai deliberately corrupted him, on the contrary, he would know if Sister Cai was really grateful to him and sent him to make up the wine.

Although Sister Cai didn't give much wine, not enough for him to give to the big leader, he was not afraid, he had a strong copy space, even if there was only a drop of wine, he could copy a wine cellar.

The wine, he took it for the time being, and if nothing else, by this time tomorrow, he would return it.

Not accepting gifts is his rule, and this rule cannot be broken.

Although, he indirectly got the tonic wine, but he will never leave anyone with any handle, even the most trusted person, he has to guard against it.

After accepting the wine, Yang Jun told her about Qin Huairu.

And asked Sister Cai to transfer Qin Huairu out of the first workshop to sweep the yard.

When Sister Cai heard this, she patted her chest and said that there was no problem, and she would go through the formalities immediately when she went back.

The two then chatted about work for a while, and Sister Cai took the initiative to leave.

After Sister Cai went back, she immediately went through the transfer procedures for Qin Huairu.

The transfer procedure is very simple, the original department leader signs and releases, and the receiving department signs.

Sister Cai opened a post transfer certificate and asked Shao Deming, director of the first workshop, to sign it.

Shao Deming saw that it was Qin Huairu's transfer procedures, so he signed his name directly without saying a word.

He had long wanted to take Qin Huairu away, not to mention grinding foreign workers every day, all of them were making some unqualified workpieces, which used to be covered by Yi Zhonghai, and now there is Yang Jun, he can't beat or scold, and he treats her like an ancestor every day.

Now that he finally invited this ancestor away, he didn't even ask the reason, and expressed his gratitude after signing it.

Sister Cai took the post transfer list to the leader of the logistics department to sign, and the leader saw that Sister Cai came to handle the formalities in person, knowing that this was another relational household, and he did not dare to slack off, so he signed his name without saying a word.

Back at the personnel office, Sister Cai signed and sealed, and went to the first workshop to find Qin Huairu in person.

"Qin Huairu, take the list and go to the logistics report."

Sister Cai found Qin Huairu, who was grinding foreign workers at the side of the machine tool.

"Section Chief Cai, why don't you send it in person, you find someone to bring a message, and I'll pick it up in person."

Qin Huairu put down the work in his hand, took off his gloves, took the job transfer list and looked at it.

This look, it doesn't matter, but it makes her happy.

"Section Chief Cai, why am I still a second-level worker, and my salary has risen to 35.5?"

Sister Cai glanced at her and scratched her head, trying to hide the ridicule on her face.

"You have a big face, how dare I not do what Director Yang personally explained."

"Hey, hey

, Thank you, Chief Cai, you are free another day, I will invite you to dinner."

Sister Cai pursed her lips and teased, "Your meal should be left to Director Yang to eat, I don't dare to be greedy for the credit of your job transfer."

"Anyway, Section Chief Cai has also helped a lot, and I have this in my heart."

"Okay, I still have something to deal with over there, you hurry up and report on the logistics, remember, you must work hard, don't make trouble for Director Yang anymore."

"Section Chief Cai, just put your heart in your stomach, the work in the workshop is *** can't be done, and it's still okay to sweep the floor."

Sister Cai didn't believe what Yang Jun said, he was just helping his neighbors and something like that, but after she saw Qin Huairu, a pretty widow, she believed that there must be some ulterior relationship between Yang Jun and this widow.

However, she doesn't say anything.

She even felt that the leader asked her to do such a secret thing because of his trust in her.

Which leader is not like this, who has not yet done one or two things that are not known.

Men, well, are a species that thinks on the lower half of their bodies.

Ay.

After Sister Cai left.

Qin Huairu took the job transfer sheet and read it over and over again, especially the more she looked at the numbers on it, the more she liked it.

The first-level worker became the second-class worker.

The original twenty-seven pieces of five became thirty-five pieces of five.

This is an extra eight yuan of salary, which is basically enough for her family of four to spend a month.

I can save more than 20 yuan a month, and I can get a small 200 yuan a year.

And, the most important thing is that she no longer has to worry about the skill assessment, she doesn't have to look at the face of the workshop director every day, and she doesn't have to carry a hammer every day like a man.

Every day after work, she is always covered with engine oil, and she is a person who loves cleanliness, as soon as she gets home, she washes out her work clothes first, dries them overnight, and puts them on to work tomorrow.

Although sweeping the yard is not a decent conversation, it is better not to be dirty or tired, and there is more time at your disposal, and you don't have to pretend to be there every day.

Anyway, Qin Huairu is very satisfied with this job.

She decided that after work today, she would go to cut half a catty of meat and go home to celebrate with her three children.

At four o'clock in the afternoon.

The door to Yang Jun's office rang.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Yang Anguo led a young man in a sheepskin jacket in.

That young man was about the same size as Yang Anguo, with a dark face, his face did not have the straightforward appearance of Shanxi people, his eyes were bright, and he was shrewd everywhere.

He had two blankets on his shoulders, a thick quilt on his back, and a canvas bag in his hand.

"Brother, this is Xiangxiu's third brother Ma Zhiping, you can call him a foal."

"Komako, this is the cousin of the uncle I told you."

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Anguo began to introduce.

"Brother Junzi." Ma Zhiping straightened his waist and shouted loudly.

"Brother Komako, it's been a hard journey."

Yang Jun looked at this sturdy young man, and liked it very much, especially the smart eyes, which were full of cleverness, and he looked like a person who could do things.

Yang Jun walked up to him, put his hands on his shoulders, and slammed his fists on his chest twice, becoming more and more happy.

"You or An Guo, which of the two of you has better kung fu?"

Ma Zhiping glanced at Yang Anguo and pondered, "I'm not as strong as Anguo, but wrestling is not my opponent."

"Really?" Yang Jun turned around and asked Yang Anguo.

Yang Anguo blushed and nodded.

Yang Jun gave him a blank look, this kid bragged in front of him all day long, saying that he was the wrestling king of their village, and no one was his opponent, and now if he didn't confront Ma Zhiping face to face, he would still be kept in the dark.

Hearing that Ma Zhiping was wrestling, Yang Jun moved his mind,

But he didn't bring it up right away, after all, Yang Anguo was here, and he couldn't let him get off the stage.

"Okay, when you come, you will do it."

Yang Jun turned around and explained to Yang Anguo: "Go back and tell the five rules to the foal."

Yang Jun couldn't stand his authentic accent, and he sounded very awkward.

Yang Jun sat them down and poured them tea.

"Brother Junzi, this is a souvenir I brought to you from my hometown."

Ma Zhiping pulled the duffel bag on the side and pulled something out from the inside.

Four bottles of Shanxi vinegar, two bamboo tubes of bamboo leaf wine, more than ten catties of Jinci rice and twenty Taigu cakes.

Seeing this, Yang Jun was a little moved, but he didn't expect the colt to bring some things to him from afar.

Although things are common, they are courteous and affectionate.

In particular, the two tubes of bamboo leaf green wine and more than ten catties of Jin Temple rice are particularly valuable.

Needless to say, there is not enough food to eat, and it is even more difficult to get two cylinders of wine.

Yang Jun knew the production process of Zhuye Qingjiu, when the bamboo was very small, he made a small opening in the pillar, and poured Fenjiu into the bamboo with a needle and other tools, and the wine in the bamboo tube was fermented for a long time, coupled with the erosion of rain, and slowly formed a unique Zhuye Qingjiu.

And the ten catties of Jin Temple rice is even more valuable, the Shanxi people who mainly eat pasta, they don't plant rice in the roots, in order to exchange for the ten catties of Jin Temple rice, God knows how much grain they used to go to the black market in exchange.

Needless to say, the twenty Taigu cakes need to be baked with at least ten catties of noodles.

Yang Jun had to sigh that the rural people were too sincere.

In order to repay the kindness of this work quota, it can be said that he gave everything he had and carried all the good things at home.

Yang Jun glanced at Yang Anguo.

Return to your own family, and see how they do it.

Yang Jun didn't say anything, but patted the back of the colt's hand and thanked him silently.

"An Guo, you take the foal to report first."

"Okay, brother."

After they left, Yang Jun grabbed the phone and said hello to Wang Dezhu.

Yang Jun returned to the sofa, sat there, opened a tube of bamboo leaves, and suddenly a fresh fragrance poured into his nose, and the strong smell of bamboo accompanied by the aroma of wine filled the whole room.

"Good wine!" Yang Jun couldn't help but praise.

He took a gentle sip.

Long aftertaste.

Spirited and fragrant, all four products are complete.

It is a wine that has been passed down through the ages.

He couldn't help but take two more sips.

Not to mention, the more he drank, the more he tasted, he was used to drinking Moutai, and he immediately fell in love with this special wine.

Although this kind of wine is not as expensive as Moutai, it has a different taste, not to mention, its production process is copied, and it has been successful for many years.

Yang Jun's mind moved, and the two bottles of bamboo leaf green wine were included in the copy space.

Looking at the other specialties, Yang Jun's mind moved again and put all these things into the space.