The next day, Zhao Dequan came again and came to find Zhang Lang with the pictures that the packaging factory rushed out.

Not only the packaging box, but also the porcelain bottles inside, the packaging factory also helped to make the drawings.

Zhang Lang can also understand why the service attitude of the packaging factory is so good.

Xilong Villa is his only two clients at present, and Zhang Lang is one of their bosses.

One customer is the vegetable deep processing factory and Taoyuan Villa under Xilong Villa, and another customer is the county food company.

The county food company is also Zhang Lang's industry.

The products of these three companies are sold to Zhangliang's Ford Department Store.

Therefore, unless the manager of the packaging factory has a headache, he will neglect the people of Xilong Villa Brewery.

The packaging factory not only made patterns, but also had several sets of patterns for Zhang Lang to choose from.

"Well! Yes, just use this! Remember that porcelain bottles must be made of black gold glaze, the kind of black and transparent bottle, don't be reluctant to spend money!

The same thing, your investment today will be earned back ten times a hundred times!" Zhang Lang looked at the picture, finally finalized a kind of thing and handed it back to Zhao Dequan.

"Yeah!"

"Go and do your business! Hurry up and give birth!" Zhang Lang nodded and spoke to see the guests.

After seeing off Zhao Dequan, Zhang Lang saw that nothing was wrong, got up and went out, and came under the big locust tree.

There are people gathered here.

They all come to get the monkey wine!

"What's wrong with you guys? There's no wine jar at home?" Zhang Lang saw some people in the crowd, some holding porcelain basins, and some coming to pick up the wine with five or six wine bottles.

"Uncle Wolf, there are really no jars at home! I don't drink a lot. It turns out that there are a few jars of wine, and I have used pickled pickles!"

"Then let's borrow one from your neighbor! It's okay for those who use wine bottles, what's the matter with you guys holding the dough basin?

How many days can you keep it when you get the wine back like this? They are all blind!

What a bunch of mountain cannons!" Zhang Lang cursed with a smile.

"Oh! I'll borrow it now!" The people holding the basin touched their heads and left embarrassedly.

"If you can't afford to lose face, go to the winery to buy a few jars of wine!" Zhang Lang explained behind his back.

"Yeah!"

"Uncle Wolf, the wine has been distributed. You might as well buy some wine jars! It saves us the trouble of carrying ourselves!" someone suggested.

"Get out! You are a spendthrift, don't you spend money on buying a jar of wine?

Do you know that every penny spent in the village is actually yours!”

"Okay, I didn't say it!" Zhang Lang scolded him, and honestly went home to find a wine jar.

He muttered in his heart, "I will spend my own money when I buy it myself! I don't share the money in the village, so I don't feel sorry for spending it!"

He drove away a few people who came to get the wine with basins, and Zhang Lang stood aside and watched everyone receive the wine.

When Zhang Lang sat there, the originally scattered team lined up in a row very consciously, and came forward one by one in a nervous and orderly manner to receive the wine.

"Oh my god... The director is the decision for me! I can't live anymore!" A woman rolled and crawled, howled and rushed over, and knelt in front of Zhang Lang.

"Detective wife, stand up and say!" Zhang Lang stretched out his hand and helped him.

"Director! You have to make the decision for me!" Zhao Desheng's wife cried so miserably.

It’s true that those who hear it cry.

"Come with me and go to the village headquarters to talk about something!" It was not convenient for people to talk under the big locust tree.

In just a moment, Zhang Lang was surrounded by villagers watching the fun.

The Chinese people's habit of watching the fun has existed since ancient times.

"Isn't this Desheng's wife? What's wrong?"

"Maybe I've had a quarrel with his mother-in-law!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Desheng's wife is quite virtuous! After marrying for so many years, she has never been too flirted with her parents-in-law!" Some people from the Zhao family came out to defend Zhao Desheng's wife.

"I heard that it seems that Desheng raised another one outside!" Some well-informed people came forward to popularize science.

"It's all done, right?" Zhang Lang stared at the onlookers, "Get out now!"

Scolding the onlookers, Zhang Lang took Zhao Desheng's wife to the village headquarters.

After entering the office, he gave Desheng's wife to the sofa.

"Tell me! What's going on? Why?"

"Director! You have to make the decision for me! Zhao Desheng, the one who killed Qiandao, doesn't want us mothers! He was fascinated by the vixen outside!" Zhao Desheng's wife fell to the ground again and cried at Zhang Lang.

"Get up first! Say something well. If Zhao Desheng really sorry for you, I will make the decision for you!" Zhang Lang frowned.

This is not good for women, especially those in rural areas. They always make trouble.

"Yeah!"

Seeing that Zhang Lang got angry, Zhao Desheng's wife stood up obediently.

"You are Zhao Desheng who is outside, have you heard of it, or have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"This is fake. He has been out for two or three months and will not get into my bed when he comes back!" Zhao Desheng's wife said, wiping her tears.

"Don't you get into your bed?" Zhang Lang was stunned, and then understood what she meant.

This means that the couple has not had sex for a long time.

"Where is Zhao Desheng? At home? Or is he going out again?" Zhang Lang held back his laughter and asked softly.

"You prodigal girl! You don't think it's embarrassing enough? You're throwing it outside!" As he was speaking, Zhao De ran in angrily.

"You came just right, and your wife said you have someone outside, isn't it true?"

"Director, don't listen to her nonsense! There is no one outside me!"

"No one! You used to be sleeping in my bed every day! Now you have been out for several months, and you don't even touch my body when you come back! If you say you have no one, who will believe it!" Zhao Desheng's wife was willing to do anything and dared to say anything.

"I...I..." Zhao De's face turned red with anger, and he pointed at his wife and couldn't speak.

"Detective wife, don't worry! You are doing it here, I'll go to the next room to ask him a few words!" Zhang Lang comforted Desheng's wife.

"Come with me!"

"oh!"

Zhao Desheng followed Zhang Lang to another house without anyone else tremblingly.

"What's going on? Why are there any physical problems?"

"Director, did you see it?"

"Tell me!"

"Oh! I don't know what's going on! Since last year, I've always felt tired and I'm not interested in that matter at all!"

"Are you messing around outside?"

"The conscience of heaven and earth, is Zhao Desheng, the director, who is like that?

In order to make more money, I can't eat well every day and sleep hard!" Zhao Desheng raised his hand and sweared.

With Zhang Lang's spiritual consciousness, he could clearly feel that what Zhao Desheng was telling the truth.

"You didn't go to the hospital for a look?"

"Do I have any other questions? I'm not interested in that matter! What do you think about this?" Zhao Desheng said, blushing like a monkey's butt.

"You! This is a disease caused by overwork and your body has been hollowed out!

You have to thank your wife. If it weren't for his trouble, if you continue to develop like this, what is waiting for you may be sudden death!" Based on what Zhao Desheng said, Zhang Lang analyzed.
Chapter completed!