Fang Zhengyi continued, "As long as we increase the publicity, it won't be long before it becomes popular! We also need to cooperate with local nobles, gangster gangs, and lawyers. If someone counterfeits our brand, we will go in and start smashing things up, and then sue them until they lose everything and can't do business anymore!"
"The brand name should be something that combines things and leaves a deep impression on people. Let's call it Jingbak Old Beijing Coffee House, and the level will be raised immediately."
Lai Gou'er's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said excitedly, "Brother, this is really good! It's promising. When I go out to sea again, I'll open our Old Beijing Coffee House. Wouldn't I be rich then? It's a pity that we haven't grown coffee yet."
Fang Zheng laughed: "You can just buy coffee from foreign countries. Who knows where you get the goods from? If anyone dares to say anything, I will send it to be used as fertilizer. If you can really do this, I will fully support you. In the future, I will make Dajing a coffee country!"
"This is not very realistic, right, brother?" Lai Gou'er asked with his eyes wide open.
I thought it was just a casual remark by brother, how come he has such big ambition?
"You haven't seen its potential. Coffee is very profitable, and there are many other derivative cultures. I hope Dajing can lead the trend. Of course, there will be many strong competitors in the foreign market, but remember..." Fang Zheng smiled and said, "When we Dajing people encounter difficulties overseas, you still have a strong motherland behind you!"
The world's three major beverages are tea, coffee and cocoa.
Tea already has local advantages, and now there is coffee. If Lai Gouer doesn’t do it, he will find someone else to do it.
If this thing is monopolized, the profit will be greater than selling powder!
Right now, relying on Dajing’s national strength and the many specialties that cater to the tastes of the upper class, coupled with the mysterious veil of oriental culture, it is really promising!
"Of course, these are all later matters. If you need my help, just let me know." Fang Zheng smiled and took a sip of wine.
Fortunately, he is a man with conscience. If he were some unscrupulous old guy, he might have to use the country's advantages to promote drinking culture to the world.
"Thank you, big brother!" Lai Gou'er said excitedly.
After listening to Fang Zheng's story, he had already begun to fantasize about the bright future of becoming a coffee tycoon.
While the two were chatting, the cook from the princess's mansion came over with two plates of steaming dishes.
He walked up to Fang Zheng and said, "Master, my wife knows you're back, so she asked me to add two dishes for you."
"Yeah, put it down. You've worked hard, go back and have a rest."
Fang Zheng nodded and watched the cook leave. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said, "Wait a moment."
As he said this, he took out a small cloth bag from his bosom and turned back to the cook: "This food is called chocolate. You can process it in the back kitchen. Put it in a pot and melt it. Then add some honey, milk, cream and other things. After it cools and solidifies, shape it for me and send it back."
Fang Zheng gave these instructions while drawing a heart shape on the table with his hands stained with wine.
"For this shape, make it more rounded and align the left and right sides perfectly."
Fang Zheng smiled happily when he saw the heart shape in the painting.
With heart-shaped romantic chocolates, isn't it easy to deal with the little girl? !
Find someone to make a beautiful box tomorrow and win over Chu Youyi in two days!
The cook looked at the heart-shaped piece on the table and said in surprise, "Master, would it taste better if it was shaped like a butt?"
How the hell does this look like a butt?
Fang Zheng's breath was choked, and he became angry and said, "Just do it when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much?"
This country dog really has no romantic genes at all!
"Brother, this is indeed a butt."
"You shut up too!"
.......
For two months, Father Solger was very depressed.
The envoys from 23 overseas countries were accommodated in the Honglu Guesthouse. At first, Feika's people were also accommodated there like other envoys, but the situation soon changed.
After living there for less than a day, I was driven to another residence with my luggage.
All the people in Feika were driven by the people from the Honglu Temple into a windowless carriage. They rode for an unknown amount of time until they were taken to a desolate place.
There was only a dilapidated house, so they were simply cleaned up and settled in.
The area surrounding the house was mostly wilderness, with almost no human habitation except for the strict guards.
Someone came to deliver meals every day, which were all bland soup with a little salt. Dajing's food really made him feel sick.
Fortunately, officials would visit occasionally.
Father Soljie could only take advantage of this opportunity to apply to the officials in an attempt to meet Fang Zhengyi.
This is where the nightmare begins...
At first, the officials of Dajing were quite kind and even tolerated his non-standard spoken English.
But after all the communication, it seems that no useful information was obtained.
Instead, the other party kept asking about me, first asking where I lived, how many people were in my family, and what my status was in the financial sector.
Finally, you have to provide proof yourself.
Father Soljie had never encountered such a ridiculous thing in his life. I was a foreigner and came to Dajing from afar.
You actually asked me to show proof? How can I show it? What can I show?
After his repeated appeals, the officials of Dajing seemed to understand the situation and stopped making things difficult for him. Instead, they took out a piece of paper and asked him to fill in the various information he had previously dictated.
The second question arises again.
He can speak but can't write!
He is the only one in the entire Feika missionary group who can communicate with the people of Dajing, and there is no one who can write!
So, for a whole month, Father Solger started going around with a piece of torn paper begging for help from everyone to fill out the information.
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