Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

He casually turned on the horn switch and cleared his throat:

"Ahem...ahem! Hello, colleagues and leaders, good afternoon! This is an important announcement (jointly issued by the factory office and the publicity department)!"

The cafeteria was serving lunch, and everyone was chatting animatedly while eating, all about one topic: foreign exchange!

Jia Dongxu's face was still bruised and battered, a "souvenir" of the slaps He Yuzhu had given him yesterday, but that didn't dampen his excitement at all: "Oh my... if only I had relatives overseas! Even just a distant cousin who could send some foreign exchange back, I'd be the head of the foreign exchange department right away!"

"By then, if Director Yang is in a good mood, won't he get the bicycle ticket?"

He wasn't the only one eagerly anticipating it.

Xu Damao, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong... were all secretly calculating in their minds: Did any of my ancestors have a great-grandfather who went to Southeast Asia? Did any of my great-aunts marry and move to Hong Kong?

After calculating and recalculating—

Not a single one!

As for Liu Dong, he was as steady as an old dog, sitting upright while eating, wiping his mouth after finishing, and then going about his business.

It wasn't even 2 p.m. during lunch break when he slipped back to the publicity department, slumped into a chair, and said, "I'll take a half-hour nap."

Put two wooden chairs side by side, put an old towel on them, lie down and fall asleep—even the snoring has a rhythm.

Buzz—buzz—buzz…

Just then, a green minibus swerved into the factory area without slowing down or taking a detour, and stopped straight in the small square behind the administration building.

The car door popped open with a "whoosh".

The workshop workers heard the commotion and thought it was another surprise inspection by their superiors. They all craned their necks to look out the window, and some even stood on tiptoe.

Upon closer inspection, two people came down:

A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit and with his hair slicked back;

Another foreigner with a cane, a high nose, gray hair, and wearing a thick woolen suit.

"Wow—a foreign face!"

"That's true!"

"A foreigner? A real foreigner?"

"I've only seen it a handful of times since the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

Everyone immediately erupted in excitement.

......

Xu Damao's side

"Hello..." Before she could finish speaking, Xu Damao immediately came over like a dog smelling meat, "Oh, isn't this Dr. Ding! I know you, you're the 'angel in white' of our factory clinic, right?"

Ding Qiunan didn't even lift her eyelids, standing there with her back against the door frame, arms crossed and silent.

Xu Damao wasn't embarrassed at all, and smiled as he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Liu Dong." She said in a flat tone.

"Oh, oh, oh—there it is!" Xu Damao pointed.

Liu Dong was lying face up on two chairs pushed together, fast asleep, with a faint trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.

Ding Qiunan kept a straight face, her chin slightly raised, as if the whole world owed her ten pounds of rice.

Xu Damao scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "Dr. Ding, you can't joke like that... I wouldn't dare call him. Last time he was so sleepy, I called out and he grabbed an enamel mug and smashed it on my foot!"

After saying that, he quickly retreated to his workstation and buried his head in his newspaper.

Ding Qiunan was taken aback: "...So arrogant?"

No one responded.

She paused, took a breath, and stepped inside.

"Liu Dong! Get up! The infirmary wants to see you!" "Ouch—ouch!" Ding Qiunan shook Liu Dong awake. "Liu Dong! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Liu Dong groggily opened his eyes, rubbed his eyelids, and mumbled, "Who is it? What does it want?"

Ding Qiunan stood up straight with her hands on her hips: "Ding Qiunan from the steel mill's clinic! Someone's waiting for you downstairs, at the infirmary! Hurry up!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he vanished in a flash.

Liu Dong slowly sat up and rubbed his face. "Wow... so the legendary 'factory beauty' sanitation worker is her?"

A smirk appeared on his lips:

interesting.

This world is really exciting—not only have all the sects and martial arts techniques from the books suddenly appeared, but even making a living requires solid skills.

He hastily scooped up a handful of cold water, splashed it on his face, wiped it off, and walked outside.

Pushing open the door to the infirmary, the leader stood up with a beaming smile: "Little Liu's here? Hahaha, troubling you again!"

"Huh?" Liu Dong was taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

"I've invited a distinguished guest for you!" The high-ranking official lowered his voice, stepping aside to let him pass. "This is Mr. Viktor, the special envoy from the Kingdom of Norway—my old friend. He hasn't been feeling well lately, could you take a look? If you can't cure him, at least make his suffering less!"