Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Chu Mo met up with Ouyang Gang, and together they drove to their destination.
The winery covers an area of over 100 acres, but the building area is only over 20,000 square meters, with the rest being empty land.
The boss, surnamed Zhang, was in his fifties and was very welcoming to Chu Mo and his group.
The equipment in the workshop is all new; it's obvious that it hasn't been used for long.
Chu Mo didn't understand these things very well, but Old Master Ouyang Gang was a semi-expert.
After looking around, the group went to Mr. Zhang's office.
After drinking tea and exchanging a few pleasantries...
Boss Zhang got up, took several documents, and handed them to Chu Mo.
The land certificate, property certificate, business license, equipment list, company debt report, etc., are all available.
Chu Mo read it carefully and was quite satisfied. Of course, some things still needed to be verified by professionals.
After reviewing the documents, Mr. Zhang quoted a price of 90 million and explained in detail:
"This price is really not high. The value of the land and factory alone is no less than 60 million."
"In addition to the equipment, health product licenses, and even sales channels, I think it's worth the price."
Chu Mo nodded seriously and smiled:
"What Mr. Zhang said is indeed the company's advantage, but regarding the price, I hope you can discuss it with the shareholders again."
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Mr. Zhang hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay:
"It's almost lunchtime, you must eat before you leave, the price is negotiable."
In the end, neither of them stayed, and Chu Mo needed to talk to Grandpa Ouyang Gang alone.
"These conditions are not bad, but the price can definitely be reduced."
Afterwards, Mr. Ouyang Gang gave him a professional analysis.
Chu Mo nodded repeatedly. The reason why they didn't continue the negotiation was partly due to the pressure to lower the price, but also because they didn't have anyone on hand.
You can't possibly start a company and then manage it yourself, can you?
Therefore, he also needs to find a headhunting firm to recruit management talent for several important positions.
Cultivating immortality is what he should be doing.
The two ate and chatted for a while, and then Ouyang Gang couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Xiao Chu, why did you decide to switch industries and open a health wine factory?"
"Oh, I have a family secret recipe that brews medicinal wine with the effects of beautifying the skin, strengthening the kidneys, and enhancing male virility."
"It can not only slow down physical aging, but also treat many diseases such as cardiovascular and cerebrovascular blockage."
Chu Mo casually explained the effects of the medicinal wine in a simple way.
Of course, he was referring to the medicinal effects of ginseng-infused wine.
As for the medicinal wine made from thousand-year-old blood ginseng, it's only used for advertising when necessary.
Selling is impossible.
Even so, Ouyang Gang was still dumbfounded, his face full of doubt.
Slow down physical aging?
Beauty and aphrodisiac effects?
Treatment for diseases such as cardiovascular and cerebrovascular blockage?
If he can achieve even one of these things, his medicinal wine will surely become a worldwide sensation.
Not to mention, they can do all of that.
Ouyang Gang did not believe the medicinal wine he mentioned.
However, he did not voice his suspicions.
It's understandable that entrepreneurs exaggerate a bit in their advertising of their products.
Not only Ouyang Gang, but even his apprentice and driver were trying to suppress their laughter.
This is really audacious! They might as well just claim immortality instead of slowing down aging.
But with the teacher present, he had no say and could only eat in silence.
"Haha, if you have such good wine, you must send me some to try."
The old man made a casual, polite remark, preparing to change the subject.
As the conversation continued, even he, with his meticulous and serious personality, couldn't help but criticize Chu Mo.
"No problem, I happen to have some at home. I'll get you two bottles to try later."
Chu Mo readily nodded.
"Okay... alright, I don't drink much, half a jin is enough, taking more would be a waste."
Ouyang Gang was only being polite at first, but he didn't expect Ouyang Gang to actually offer to give it to him, so he didn't refuse.
Regardless of the effectiveness of the medicinal wine, it's a token of their goodwill.
"Brother Liu, do you drink? Want me to bring you some?"
Chu Mo didn't look down on the driver and asked with a smile.
The young man quickly shook his head, looking slightly embarrassed, and said:
"Thank you, but I never drink alcohol, so don't waste it."
Chu Mo didn't insist. After finishing his meal, he went home and filled two bottles for the old man.
...
Ouyang Gang prefers quiet. He lives by the Qingjiang River, in a famous villa area in the provincial capital, with an elegant environment.
Most of the residents here are middle-aged and elderly people who don't like noise.
When they have free time, gathering with a few close friends to enjoy tea and conversation is one of their greatest pleasures.
When Ouyang arrived at his doorstep, he saw two old men, one fat and one thin, walking together.
The plump old man was carrying a small wooden box like it was a precious treasure.
"Oh, what a coincidence, you just got back?"
The fat old man chuckled; his round figure made him look like Maitreya Buddha when he smiled.
His surname is Chen. He was the CEO of a listed company, but he has now retired and his children are managing the company.
The thin-faced old man was a retired cadre named Wang Dashan, who was also Ouyang Gang's longtime neighbor.
Judging from their posture, he knew they must have acquired something good and were here to show it off.
"Old Chen, let me see, what kind of treasure have you gotten your hands on?"
Before the fat old man could reply, Ouyang Gang snatched the wooden box from his hand.
"Hey, you better watch out! I went through a lot of trouble to get this, it's good wine! Absolutely good wine!"
The fat old man glanced at him smugly, head held high, like a general who had won a battle.
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