Chapter 207 The Evil Butcher Fell to the Ground
Just after sending Wei Yiming away, Mr. Chen called:
"Shanhong, I'm sorry. I just asked you to go to Taiyi Temple. A good friend of mine came and asked you for advice. Can you come back?"
I felt a little uncomfortable. I had originally thought that it would be quiet here, but I just came here and I had to rush back. When I rushed back, I had to attend a dinner party, and when I attended the dinner party, I had to perform some magic tricks.
What kind of person have I become? I'm just like the actors kept by the rich in the old days. When guests came, they would ask the actors to come out and sing a bit to entertain the guests.
I decided to say no once. The book says that to maintain an independent personality, one must start by saying no without hesitation.
"Mr. Chen, let's put it this way. I still have some things to take care of here, so I won't come over at noon. Come over after lunch."
"Alright, let's meet at 2:30. I know you're working hard."
After having dinner at Guandao, I returned to Xuri and took a nap first.
At around two o'clock, Secretary Ma called and said that Mr. Chen and the guests were waiting.
I washed my face and walked into Mr. Chen’s office.
Mr. Chen introduced the other party enthusiastically:
"Mr. Hu Yiping, an old friend of mine, has a big business. He has something he wants to discuss with you."
I bowed and smiled.
The three of them sat down.
Hu Yiping has a big face, thick and short eyebrows, and thick hair combed back, giving him the air of a big leader.
As expected, he spoke in the tone of a great leader, laughed dryly and said:
"Mr. Wan, I've been doing business in other provinces, and Mr. Chen and I are old friends. Recently, a leader went to a city in the south to take charge of governance. He invited me to go there and start a winery. What do you think?"
There was nothing wrong with what he said, but the arrogant tone was really unbearable. I cursed in my heart: "Damn it, it's just a few dollars. Who is he showing off to?"
I just smiled.
Mr. Chen added: "General Manager Hu has made many friends in government circles. One of them was recently transferred to a prefecture-level city as chief. After taking office, he proposed three major measures to revitalize the city.
One of the plans is to build the city into the "Southern Wine Capital" and strongly invite Mr. Hu to invest in a winery. I can't make up my mind. You are knowledgeable and can help me with some ideas.
I smiled and said, "Please ask Mr. Hu to go outside and write a word, fold it, and put it on the coffee table."
He actually knew a lot about it and asked, "Blind test."
I answered neatly, “Yes.”
After a while, Mr. Hu folded the words and I pressed them down with the cigarette box on the table.
"As for what this word you wrote is, we'll talk about it later. However, I don't think it's appropriate to open a winery."
Mr. Hu said, "Mr. Wan, there's no need to rush to express your opinion. Let me explain the situation first, okay?"
I nodded.
"I'm a close friend of this leader, so naturally, the preferential policies will be appreciated. Furthermore, this is a guaranteed deal. To build the 'Wine Capital,' he promised that this wine would initially be used exclusively for official receptions in the city. This would establish a foundation, and from there, we could expand nationwide."
I smiled and said, "Mr. Hu, you have your own ideas, but Mr. Chen asked me to come here. I have to be responsible to Mr. Chen. Please allow me to speak frankly."
"You go." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back, as if he were listening to a report from a subordinate.
"Since you're going to make wine, you'll have to do it for the rest of your life, because famous liquors aren't made from raw materials, but from time. Do you know how long Moutai has been around?"
"How long... I can't say exactly, but I know it's been a long time."
I also crossed my arms and said, "If you want to hear a report, I will teach the students."
"The earliest historical record of winemaking on the banks of the Chishui River can be found in Sima Qian's Records of the Grand Historian. Around 130 BC, Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, drank wine brewed on the Chishui River and praised it as 'sweet and delicious.'
Counting from 1951, when the three original distilleries were merged to form Moutai Distillery, how many years have passed? Boss, you can calculate it.”
He smiled.
"How long has Jiannanchun been around? Do you know?"
He shook his head.
"It can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty. Do you know how long Wuliangye has been around?"
Mr. Hu still shook his head.
"Wuliangye's predecessor is the Ming Dynasty Laojiao, which also has a history of over 600 years. In 1909, Deng Zijun, the inheritor of the secret recipe, brought the liquor to a family dinner.
Yang Huiquan, a successful candidate in the imperial examination in the late Qing Dynasty, said after tasting it: "This wine is a collection of the essence of five grains, a perfect liquid." Later, the name was changed to 'Wuliangye'.
How long has the famous wine 1573 been around? The winery was established in 1573 during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.
He knew nothing about it, so he had no choice but to listen.
How long is the history of rice wine? It's one of the world's oldest alcoholic beverages, originating in China and considered one of the world's three most ancient wines, along with beer and wine. Over 3,000 years ago during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Chinese invented the double fermentation method using koji.
Mr. Hu, how many famous wines are there in China? Count on your fingers. So many so-called renowned products, one after another, are short-lived. That's what I mean when I say good wines take time to mature.
Mr. Hu disagreed and said with a smile: "What you mean is that we can't create a new wine now."
"You can create. What I want to say is that what we drink is not wine, but history, culture, and ancient technological heritage.
You started from scratch, creating wine out of thin air in a place without any wine culture or history. First of all, it's not your fault, it's the official who proposed to build a 'Southern Wine Capital' who was too impulsive."
Mr. Chen said, "Shanhong has a point. But how long can you guarantee the leader will stay there? After he leaves, the new leader decides that this 'Wine Capital' was a mistake and wants to develop it into a 'Tobacco Capital' and grow more tobacco. What will you do?"
I said, "Anything that doesn't come from the heart and isn't purely market-driven will fail. If you don't believe me, look back at what you wrote."
Opening is an invitation.
I wrote on the paper: Invite = White + Square + Anti-Text + Walk away.
The first character, "bai," represents starting from scratch to make baijiu. The next character, "fang," signifies just getting started. The next character, "fanwen," signifies just getting started. It took several years to build the distillery, but then it "turned against" and ran into problems. The final character, "zouzhi," signifies that once the leader leaves, you're back to square one, all your work in vain.
Mr. Hu stared at the word for a long time and said, "The analysis is somewhat similar."
I clasped my fists and said, "For reference only."
He smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wan. You are quite eloquent."
I knew it was a wasted trip. I bowed with both hands and said, "Excuse me." Then I said to Mr. Chen, "I'll be leaving first."
Mr. Chen was embarrassed and walked me out to the outside: "Thank you for your hard work."
You have a good eloquence. Damn it, I run back and forth just to hear these four words from you.
uncomfortable,
uncomfortable,
I really don't feel well.
What's the use of your money?
When I returned to my room, I realized the package for Master hadn't been sent yet. I took it downstairs and handed it to the front desk attendant, saying, "When you have time, please send it for me."
Just as I was about to turn around, my mother called me. She said she was too lazy to move, and Yifan was not at home, so if it was convenient, I should go to the market to buy a chicken.
I went to the market and bought a chicken. The owner was cleaning it for me when I heard someone yelling, "Someone's being beaten! Someone's being beaten!"
It wasn't my business, but I was so angry that when I heard someone was being beaten and remembered that I had powder on me, I ran over there.
I saw an old man lying on the ground. Another burly butcher killed him with a knife, pointing at the old man and cursing, "Shameless bastard, how could I give you less weight?"
My eyes lit up. Isn't this Shu Xiaoting's father, Mr. Shu?
Mr. Shu didn't see me, so he got up from the ground and pointed at the other man and cursed, "I came to you just because I'm short of two taels. You bully."
The butcher jumped over the chopping board, ran over, and raised his fist to hit someone.
Everyone screamed.
"Stop." I shouted.
The butcher suddenly realized someone was joining in the fight. He let Shu Lao go, leaped into the air, and kicked me in the stomach with his leg.
There was no time to dodge. I was sure the kick would either kill or injure me. I dodged immediately, but the ground was too slippery, and I lost my footing, tumbling and falling to the side of a fish pond.
Damn it, I sprinkled a handful of medicine powder on him.
The people present were immediately surprised: they saw the butcher fall from mid-air to the ground for no reason and sat there unable to move.
After a while, the police car sirens...
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