Chapter 318: "No Disease, No Disaster" Longevity Cigarette
Chapter 318: "No Disease, No Disaster" Longevity Cigarette
In the capital, the head of a large company, the then president Qiao Tiandu, was attending a high-level meeting of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
After the meeting, a deputy director-level leader patted him on the shoulder and said, "Tian Du, you finally came to Beijing, why don't you come sit with me for a while?"
"No problem, leader." Qiao Tiandu was wearing a suit and a tie. He had sparse hair on his head, a standard Mediterranean style, but he was tall and thin and wore glasses. He looked gentle and decent, with a strong scholarly air.
The Hong Kong Island Society is a "low-level, high-profile" organization that is very important in the department and will be a national priority in the next stage of work.
Qiao Tiandu can be described as a "three-hard talent" with strong political, capable and background. He has a bright future and is highly cared for by the leadership.
He sat in the first row during the meeting, and when it ended, he packed up his water cup and notebook and walked towards the office building with the deputy director.
But as soon as they entered the office building, a young man in his early thirties came up to them and said with a smile, "President Qiao, Boss Huang wants you to come to his office and sit down for a while."
In the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it was obvious that there was only one person.
Deputy Chief Chen held the thermos cup and said happily: "Xiao He, you are trying to snatch someone in front of me. Well, I want to go and see what's going on."
"Welcome, leaders." As the boss' secretary, Xiao He did not dare to stop the deputy professionals in the department. He led the way and greeted them with a smile.
They were all familiar with the boss's office, but they deliberately slowed down their pace and followed Xiao He.
Xiao He knocked on the door gently: "Boss, Leader Chen and President Qiao are here."
"Hahaha, welcome, welcome." Boss Huang's hearty laughter rang out, and Old Chen and President Qiao walked into the office one after another.
Boss Huang was holding a box of Zhonghua brand cigarettes with the words "Tasting Pack" printed on them. He took out two cigarettes and handed them to the two men. He then took out another one and put it in his mouth, lighting it with a lighter.
The history of domestic special-purpose cigarettes began in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. They were all handmade, including cigars.
The original intention was to supply elderly and frail leaders, and they also came up with things like "Chinese medicine cigarettes" and "health-preserving cigarettes". Later, the older generation passed away and the hand-rolled cigarette team was disbanded.
Some local tobacco companies followed suit and produced special-supply cigarettes to please their leaders. However, since the 1970s, special-supply cigarettes have been banned one after another, and even the local tobacco companies have no real special-supply cigarettes.
What they are smoking now is called tasting pack, which is also made by machines on the production line, but the quality of the tobacco is slightly higher.
The white-shell special-supply cigarettes circulating on the market are actually fake cigarettes, while the high-priced cigarettes of high-end brands are recycled cigarettes that can be sold for cash.
The three of them lit cigarettes, sat down and puffed away, while the secretary served them tea and water.
Boss Huang said with a smile: "Tian Du, you didn't forget to bring me some local specialties after coming back from Hong Kong Island. That's really thoughtful of you."
Qiao Tiandu was drinking tea when his heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
Old Chen asked curiously, "Old Huang, what local specialties did Tiandu bring back? Why didn't I receive any? Humph, is he partial to the old leader?"
Boss Huang rushed to the rescue and took out a document with the word "Top Secret" printed on it. Old Chen was so frightened that he retracted his hand.
After receiving the boss's eye instruction, Lao Chen took the document, flipped it open and glanced at it. He was immediately surprised and said, "Tian Du, you really gave the department a big gift. Why didn't you leak some information in advance?"
When Qiao Tiandu saw that the gift was a folder, he breathed a sigh of relief. The code of the sender on the cover was Hong Kong Island Publishing House, which meant that the file was under his responsibility.
He took the document, flipped through it, closed it with a confident look, and said calmly, "This is the result of the work led by the two leaders. The Hong Kong Island branch is only responsible for execution."
"After the branch office reports, we still have to wait for instructions from the leaders on what to do next."
Boss Huang was very satisfied and gave full praise: "To be able to achieve such results under the current situation shows that the work of the branch is effective and worthy of recognition!"
"I have planned to submit the list, raise a special fund, and launch a larger-scale propaganda campaign to unite more public officials of the Hong Kong British authorities."
“They will be an important aid to the peaceful return.”
As soon as Qiao Tiandu heard this, he knew it was a big plan. If he could achieve results, in two years, he would go a step further, be transferred back to the headquarters, and be promoted to the decision-making level. It would be basically a foregone conclusion.
Liang Manping did not report privately, but sent a telegram through official channels. He is truly a good comrade with ideological awareness.
The Hong Kong Island branch will be handed over to him in the future, so the organization can rest assured! After chatting with the two for a while, Boss Huang took out two packs of tasting cigarettes from the cabinet, placed them on the table, and said, "Tian Du, you may not be used to smoking foreign cigarettes from Hong Kong Island, so take two packs to calm your throat."
Qiao Tiandu gladly accepted it and thanked him: "You're welcome, boss."
Two days later.
Hong Kong Island Branch, President’s Office.
Qiao Tiandu was smoking a Marlboro and took out two packs of tasting cigarettes from his briefcase and placed them in front of Liang Manping. Liang Manping's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in amazement: "What a good thing, leader!"
Qiao Tiandu said, "I spent a lot of effort to get this for you from the big boss. Last time I heard you complain that you haven't smoked cigarettes from your hometown for a long time. Take this and satisfy your craving."
Liang Manping held it in his arms as if it were a treasure, and joked, "Only two, boss. Not enough to smoke for half a month."
"Be careful with your cigarettes and don't get so impatient." Qiao Tiandu scolded with a smile.
Sunday, Causeway Bay, Tsing Fung Street.
Chaoyi Restaurant.
Fat Cat was wearing a simple brown gown and pushed open the windows with both hands. The sun shone into the attic and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the old long table.
A Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the street. A young man in a suit stepped onto the gang's land amid the bows and greetings of several gang members.
Bentley, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Porsche and many other luxury cars are parked on both sides of the street.
One by one, famous people in the underworld, the chief officers of the gang pushed the door and got out of the car, followed by a large number of people, and walked into the restaurant in a very majestic manner.
The uniformed sheriff on patrol didn't need to look at the calendar to know that it was the 30th, the day when Lao Zhong would show up, and all the big guys with names and surnames would appear.
In the past two years, a few Toyotas and Fords parked on the street would not attract the attention of passers-by. But now, every time Lao Zhong meets, Qingfeng Street is like a luxury car exhibition, and some gangsters will even deliberately take a detour to catch a glimpse of the gangsters.
At this time, in the attic, a young man was sitting in the first chair on the left hand side. Lao Mo, Jie Shiyong, Guangzai, Choukouqiang and others were flipping through a pack of cigarettes, looking left and right, very interested.
Lao Mo smoked a cigarette, exhaled slowly, and asked, "What about Zhonghua cigarettes? I've smoked them before, but what are the tasting packs? I've never seen them before."
Guangzai said happily: "It tastes quite pure, is it the foreign trade version?"
Dan Tart slammed a box of cigarettes on the table and retorted loudly: "If you don't understand, shut up! This is a luxury product smoked by senior officials in the country, and it was specially awarded to Brother Tang by the higher-ups. If you smoke other cigarettes, you will die young, but if you smoke this, you will live longer!"
Jie Shiyong suddenly realized what was going on, put away the cigarette on the table, and said, "This is a good thing."
This kind of cigarette is hard to obtain in the mainland, and it is even rarer in Hong Kong Island. It is estimated that only Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao could get two packs at the meeting venue when they went north.
As for going on a special trip to ask for it, that is totally unnecessary.
Yin Zhaotang received a return gift from Liang Manping. It happened that a meeting was to be held at the end of the month, so he opened the two packs of cigarettes and gave one pack to each of the twenty staff members and the uncle who was the boss of the seven halls, so that his brothers could have a taste.
Of course he understood that sending "specially supplied cigarettes" from his hometown was a compliment, but what was important was the encouragement, not the cigarettes.
But Guangzai, Lao Mo, Choukouqiang and a bunch of other staff members almost all put away their special cigarettes and praised: "Brother Tang really shares the good times and the bad times together."
"This cigarette is good. It will keep you healthy and prevent you from getting sick."
“You can’t buy it in Hong Kong even if you have money.”
Gao Laosen also happily put the cigarette into his pocket and said happily: "Not bad, not bad, Lao Zhong even smokes special cigarettes during meetings, he must be the first in Hong Kong!"
They put away their cigarettes, not wanting to smoke them, and it was obvious that they wanted to wait until the underworld gathering to put on a show in front of outsiders.
When everyone was chatting, Fat Cat didn't disturb them, but when he saw that they were almost done, he held the dragon head stick and said, "As usual, Guangzi, you start."
(End of this chapter)