After the National Health Conference, all participants will visit the revolutionary holy land of Zunyi.
This reason is quite legitimate. Of course, this kind of visit actually has great symbolic significance, and in fact it is basically a public-funded tour.
For example, after coming out of the Zunyi Conference Memorial Hall, everyone was supposed to visit the ferry crossing of the Four Crossings of the Chishui River to pay tribute to the martyrs. However, someone wanted to go to the Maotai Distillery, so he led the team astray and headed to Renhuai instead.
Of course, there is also the Chishui River in Renhuai, and the Red Army also passed through Maotai Town in those days. So, you tell me whether we should commemorate them or not.
Nowadays, most men like to drink, and among those who drink, there is no one who doesn’t like Moutai.
Normally, people at home or at work have little to drink due to limited conditions, but in Maotai Town, they still need a drink? Many cadres have already wiped their saliva, prepared peanuts, and decided to get drunk.
A group of Maotai Distillery leaders were waiting at the door early.
As soon as Leader Zhou got out of the car, he pulled Lin Sanqi over:
"Old Yuan, come here, let me introduce you. This is Director Lin from the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital. Although he's young, he's already a director-level official, just like you. He's here to visit the Moutai Distillery, and we're just here for a side trip."
I must inform you that you must provide a good reception. This Dean Lin has a lot of US dollars in foreign exchange cash and countless penicillin. He is definitely a big landlord. You must not let him go. "
Director Yuan of Maotai Distillery is also at the level of a director-general, but the same old saying applies: Beijing officials are automatically promoted to the third level when they are transferred to local posts.
So Director Yuan shook Lin Sanqi's hand enthusiastically. Although he didn't understand why the director of a hospital would have so much foreign exchange, he was an old cadre and the leaders had hinted at it, so he did have some foresight.
"It's Dean Lin. I've heard a lot about you. Welcome to visit our Moutai factory."
Lin Sanqi also quickly clasped his hands together: "Director Yuan, I'm going to drink a little while ago, so please don't kick me out!"
Hehehe~~~
The atmosphere was relaxed.
Minister Li also came over slowly at this time. She was in a very relaxed mood, thinking of herself as a tourist, so she jokingly said:
"Director Yuan, you said you've long admired me. Now, let me test you. What do you admire about this young dean?"
Everyone thought that the short factory director might fail to answer, but Director Yuan just chuckled:
"Director Lin is the first doctor in the world to conquer tuberculosis, and he's also the youngest director of a national-level hospital in the country. Minister Li, what do you think? Am I wrong?"
The old lady led the applause:
"Great! Even places as remote as Guizhou know that our country has conquered tuberculosis. This shows that the publicity has been effective, laying a solid foundation for the subsequent nationwide promotion of anti-tuberculosis treatment!"
The cadres of the local health systems and the directors of the various systems nodded slightly and fell into deep thought.
Minister Li talked about his own business every three sentences, but these department heads and presidents knew that all major hospitals in each province would compete for tuberculosis projects and drugs.
In the 1950s and 1960s, Maotai Distillery had not yet built the magnificent office buildings and factory buildings of later times, and everything was still mainly composed of old bungalows.
Both the factory and the wine cellar are built on the mountain. At the foot of the mountain is the Chishui River. The water used to make Moutai liquor is taken from the Chishui River. It will not work without the Chishui River. It is very magical.
Just like the best rice wine must be brewed with water from Jianhu Lake, the taste will not be right if it is made with water from other sources.
After Director Yuan led everyone into the factory, he began to introduce it enthusiastically:
"The history of Moutai can be traced back to the 43rd year of Emperor Kangxi's reign, which was 1704.
At that time, a distillery called "Jisheng Shaofang" officially named the liquor they produced Maotai Liquor. According to the "Old Zunyi Prefecture Chronicle" of the Qing Dynasty, during the Daoguang reign, there were no fewer than 20 Maotai distilleries, and their consumption of mountain grain exceeded 20,000 dan.
Before the Liberation Army, the most famous Moutai liquor was produced in three distilleries: Chengyi Distillery, Ronghe Distillery, and Hengxing Distillery. The row of buildings you see today was originally the distillery of Ronghe Distillery, and it still functions today.
After liberation, we bought these three distilleries for 130 million yuan in old currency. With strong support from the state and the province, our Moutai Distillery is now flourishing and its output is increasing.”
Lin Sanqi was shocked when he heard this:
"Wow, the country is really bold. They spent 130 million to buy the old winery right after liberation. That means the original winery owner has suddenly become the richest man in the country, surpassing the Rong family, right?"
Director Yuan felt a little embarrassed after hearing this.
Minister Li did not have so many concerns and laughed out loud:
"Xiao Lin, you didn't listen carefully. They spent 130 million old currency. If converted into today's banknotes, it would only be 13,000 yuan. Yeah, but it's still a huge sum of money."
Uh, I’m afraid the boss is not willing to sell the old winery for ten thousand yuan?
Director Yuan knew that this topic could not be discussed in detail. Ronghe Kiln was indeed half-sold and half-given away, but the Chengyi Kiln and Hengxing Kiln behind it were voluntarily donated by their owners.
"Leaders, let me report to you again. In 1950, the annual output of Moutai was only 72 tons. Through the joint efforts of all our employees, by last year, in 1960, our annual output of Moutai had reached a record high of 921 tons.
This is equivalent to over 1.9 million 500ml bottles of Moutai. Leaders, this is an incredible number, a truly magnificent achievement. Domestic sales accounted for 881 tons, and most impressively, export sales reached 40 tons.
As soon as these words fell, the crowd of visitors burst into warm applause.
Lin Sanqi also gave a thumbs-up and praised repeatedly: "It's amazing that so much liquor was produced under such difficult conditions."
In fact, Lin Sanqi felt bitter inside, thinking, damn it, I can’t even get enough to eat, and you still have grain to make wine?
At this time, a director from another place asked with a smile:
"Director Yuan, I heard that all of your Moutai yeast is made by having young, unmarried, beautiful women stomping it out. Is that true? Haha."
People love to listen to gossip, so many people pricked up their ears.
Director Yuan was a little embarrassed again, and could only mumble and explain:
"This is also a tradition of our Moutai liquor. We select the best grains, the best brewers, and use all traditional techniques to make liquor, so that the people can rest assured.
If ordinary people knew that our koji was made from men's stinky feet, who would be willing to drink Moutai anymore? Girls are more hygienic, so the koji made from their little feet would be more hygienic, right?
Almost all the people present were old men, and they naturally smiled without saying anything.
The old men were thinking about the erotic scenes of jade feet, but Lin Sanqi had something on his mind.
When he thought about the fact that the annual output of Moutai Distillery reached more than 900 tons last year, he felt a little scared. Was the money he had enough to buy Moutai?
After decades, Moutai has become a myth and financialized.
Before Lin Sanqi became rich, urban village residents like him could not afford to drink Moutai at all. A bottle cost more than 2,000 yuan. One ton of Moutai can be packed into 2,124 bottles of 500ml, which is equivalent to more than 4 million yuan per ton.
More than 900 tons of Moutai can be sold for at least 4 billion yuan.
This is just the price of new wine. If it is an aged Moutai, especially one from a special year, a small bottle of Moutai may be able to exchange for a house in Huadu. It's so exaggerated.
It’s not that Lin Sanqi can’t come up with 4 billion yuan, but he thinks only a crazy person would spend all his belongings to buy Moutai.
With various emotions, everyone followed Director Yuan to continue the tour.
Lin Sanqi thought about what he had just said, so he asked:
"Director Yuan, how do you calculate the price of Moutai for export?"
"President Lin, we export Moutai mainly for supplies. If we really want to exchange it for foreign exchange, how much foreign exchange can we get from 40 tons of Moutai? Now the domestic version costs only a little over 3,000 yuan per ton.
Even if the export price is slightly higher, it is only US$2,000 per ton. Forty tons of Moutai only cost US$80,000, which is better than nothing. Therefore, we mainly exchange materials with foreign businessmen in Hong Kong.
For example, one ton of Moutai can now be exchanged for 40 tons of steel or 30 tons of gasoline, both of which are in short supply in China. It's a shame that foreigners don't seem to like drinking baijiu very much, otherwise it would be much better if we could trade more."
Huh?
Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up. A ton of Moutai costs more than 3,000 yuan, and even if calculated based on the official exchange rate of 1:2.5, it is only more than 1,200 US dollars. I will raise the price to 2,000 US dollars.
Even if Lin Sanqi buys out all the 900 tons of Moutai, it will only cost him 1.8 million US dollars. The problem is that he has a full 6 million US dollars in his hands, which he can never spend.
What's more, if the other party wants steel or gasoline, Lin Sanqi can also provide it. It's such a simple thing.
After traveling through time all day, Lin Sanqi sometimes didn't have time to adjust to the time difference, and his head was always groggy. Sure enough, he would forget about some things.
Leader Zhou was a shrewd man. When he saw Lin Sanqi suddenly perked up after hearing that a ton of wine only cost a little over a thousand dollars, he immediately knew that something was wrong.
Minister Li said that this guy has 6 million US dollars and so much smuggled penicillin, so we can't let this fat fish get away.
So Leader Zhou turned himself into a salesman and started helping Moutai Distillery to deceive Lin the enemy.
"Dean Xiaolin, that's not how the bill is calculated. As I said before, new wine has its own price, and aged wine has its own price. So, Director Yuan, please take everyone to the wine cellar for a tour."
Director Yuan was a little unsure, so he asked in a low voice:
"Leader, which wine cellar should we take them to?"
Leader Zhou also whispered in his ear:
"Headmaster Xiao Lin's situation is special. He currently has $6 million in his hands. We will strive to keep all of his money. With $6 million, Guizhou will become the province with the highest foreign exchange earnings in the country, which will greatly reduce our pressure.
Don't take out the wine from the ordinary wine cellar. Dean Kobayashi is easy to deceive. There are many hidden talents among the more than 200 people following him, and they can tell whether he is good or bad. So you should open the secret old wine cellar.
"Old Yuan, now's not the time to feel bad about the wine. We can keep brewing even if it's gone, but we've delayed the country's foreign exchange policy and let these $6 million go. If our superiors find out, we'll both be criticized."
When Director Yuan heard this, he nodded repeatedly.
If given a choice between one's official hat and the old wine in stock, only a fool would choose the old wine, keeping the wine but not the person for the sake of so-called loyalty.
He will be the factory director for a few years anyway, and then he can just leave. Even if there are any worries, they will be the responsibility of the next generation.
Everyone is selfish, so this is why state-owned enterprises are difficult to manage.
"Minister Li, President Xiaolin, and all the other leaders, it's a rare occasion to have so many distinguished guests here today, so just now, under the leadership of the leaders, I was about to open the old cellar of our Moutai Distillery. The Moutai inside is all aged for over 10 years, very valuable, and usually not open to the public."
The old lady was happy: "Okay, then let's try what's so special about the cellar-aged Moutai."
When the others heard this, they also became interested, so they walked to the foot of a mountain under the leadership of Director Yuan.
When I got closer, I found that there were many people in green military uniforms standing guard at the door. After Director Yuan gave a few instructions, these people in green military uniforms moved away.
Lin Sanqi thought to himself, this wine cellar requires regular soldiers to stand guard and maintain it, so there must be treasures in it. It seems that he has come this time.
The staff opened the door of the wine cellar and turned on the lights, and what appeared in front of everyone were large wine jars.
The wine jar was so big that it was difficult for two grown men to hold it together.
Looking around, the interior of this huge wine cellar dug out of the mountain is filled with pottery jars that stretch as far as the eye can see.
In addition to the huge wine vats, there are also bottles of Moutai liquor that have been filled and stacked there, in styles including earthenware bottles, white porcelain bottles, ceramic bottles, milk glass bottles, etc.
Although all Moutai liquors are sealed, the aroma of the sauce cannot be concealed. Every leader who enters the cave is sniffing hard.
It seems that all the gluttons in my stomach have been aroused.
Lin Sanqi was of course very satisfied. As a smuggler, his favorite thing was to clear out other people's warehouses and take away all the inventory, just like he cleared out the warehouse of Tonghua Ginseng General Company a few months ago.
Director Yuan then introduced with a smile:
"This wine cellar you see is the true soul of our Moutai Distillery. The oldest Moutai here is 60 years old, and the youngest is 10 years old.
Among them are "Hua Mao", "Wang Mao" and "Lai Mao". These are the stocks of the three major kiln factories before liberation, and they are all here.
In addition, all stocks of the post-liberation "Workers and Peasants," "Golden Wheel," "Five Stars," and "Feitian" brands are also here."
"All years?"
When Lin Sanqi heard this, his eyes lit up and he asked excitedly:
"Director Yuan, do you have the Lai Mao liquor produced in 1935? Let me see it."
Director Yuan waved his hand, and a staff member came forward and took out a bottle of wine from one of the caves.
The wine bottle is cylindrical and wrapped in a thick layer of paper. The upper part is the red Latin pinyin LayMao, the middle is a flying bird with its wings spread, and the words "Lai Mao" are written below.
Lin Sanqi took the bottle of Moutai and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth:
"Yes, yes, it's this Lai Mao. The packaging is exactly the same, hahaha."
Before coming to the Moutai Distillery, Lin Sanqi had checked the information back to 2014. The most expensive Moutai liquor sold at auction was the 1935 Lai Mao liquor he had in his hand.
A bottle of wine was auctioned off by a great man named Hu Jian for 10.7 million yuan, becoming the "highest bidder" in the history of white wine.
It is said that there were only 6 bottles of Lai Mao liquor left in the world in 1935, so all kinds of publicity were made to say how precious and valuable it was.
Of course, Lin Sanqi does not believe in this "hype myth". The ginseng and cordyceps he sells are originally the product of capital speculation, including tangerine peel and fish maw.
This time he also wants to take advantage of the capital and make a fortune from Moutai.
Didn’t you sell a bottle of 1935 Lai Mao liquor for 10,000 yuan in 1970? Two years later, you even made a bold statement that its value had appreciated to 15 million yuan per bottle.
When the time comes, he will take out a bottle of Lin Sanqi and offer a 50% discount, 7.5 million per bottle. Is there anyone who wants it?
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi came back to his senses and asked:
"Director Yuan, how much of this 1935 Lai Mao liquor do you have in stock?"
The warehouse keeper next to him answered on his behalf: "Boss, we don't have much stock right now, only 300 bottles."
Director Yuan quickly explained, "President Lin, these are all stocks from private distilleries before the liberation. 300 bottles is not much, but there are still many Moutai from other years and other brands."
300 bottles not enough? That's enough, that's enough.
Lin Sanqi was ecstatic. Even if you charge 7.5 million per bottle, 300 bottles would theoretically add up to more than 2 billion yuan. Wouldn't that make him rich?
Lin Sanqi thought of the 1953 Wheel-brand Moutai that he had given to several deans of Huadu Medical University. It was worth 1.5 million yuan per bottle.
"Director Yuan, let me ask you one more question. How much stock do we have left of the Wheel-brand Moutai produced in 1953, after the liberation?"
The warehouse keeper was very smart. He quickly ran to one of the caves and came out with two bottles of wine in his hands.
"Boss, take a look, is this the 1953 Jinlun brand Moutai you wanted?"
Lin Sanqi took it, opened the wrapping paper, and revealed the earthenware bottle inside. This type of bottle is famous for its black and yellow glaze appearance, and the "wheel brand" logo consisting of wheat ears, gears and red stars is printed on the bottle.
Except for the newer bottle, everything else is exactly the same as the Moutai he had given to several deans before.
Lin Sanqi was so ecstatic, thinking that the development history of Moutai liquor was exactly the same in the two eras. Fortunately, fortunately.
"Excuse me, comrade, how many bottles of 1953 Golden Wheel Moutai do you have in stock?"
The warehouse manager thought for a moment and said uncertainly:
"This was produced eight years ago, so we still have quite a bit of stock. If you count, there must be at least ten thousand bottles. Half of them are in the cave over there."
At this time, Leader Zhou next to him had already realized that President Kobayashi understood Moutai.
Although he didn't understand why the young dean chose these two Moutai bottles, 1935 and 1953, he knew there must be a special meaning behind them. From the other party's smile, it could be seen that he must like them very much.
If you like it, that's fine. If you like it, you can sell it and exchange it for valuable foreign currency, penicillin.
In fact, Leader Zhou also had his own selfish motives. The Moutai liquor was not his personal property, and storing it here would benefit future leaders.
Under the premise that the central government has agreed, it is better to give Zhou Yushan a benefit rather than let others get it. He can sell all the Moutai and exchange the US dollars and penicillin for them, which will be his political achievements.
Even though most of the Moutai here is owned by the central government, the province still has at least one-third of the ownership, so 2 million US dollars is enough.
Thinking of this, Leader Zhou made up his mind: (End of this chapter)
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