Chapter 421 Can’t Run

(The whole thing has been revised...smoothed out.)

Zhou Ye's boss, Mr. Hu, was dumbfounded for a long time after listening to Mr. Chen's words.

There were a thousand damn things he wanted to say in his heart, but no words came out.

He really couldn't imagine that the "seasoning bag" in his eyes was so expensive.

But when I think about it carefully, it feels normal.

Many of the famous wines he had drank were more expensive than this.

But are any of those wines really better than Zhuangpa’s wine?

No.

But I was used to the high status of other people's homes, and I couldn't accept this kind of pricing from companies in the state for a while.

He opened his mouth several times, and finally said only one sentence: "As long as you... are happy."

He stood up subconsciously and wanted to leave, but after a few seconds, he suddenly sat down again.

Sure enough, I am still not reconciled!

"Uncle Lao Zhuang, even if your winery is positioned as a high-end one, you still need an agent..."

"We already have enough distribution channels in the state." Mr. Chen didn't really want to cooperate with Mr. Hu. Although Zhou Ye's face was there... but if it weren't for Zhou Ye's face, he probably wouldn't have been able to see him. Father Zhuang’s face.

"What about outside the state? You always need channels outside the state."

"We also have plans outside the state, but there are no detailed plans yet. If necessary, we will definitely consider Shihua Trading." Vice President Chen is meticulous.

"Then you should have low-end products... These days, you can't get enough from just high-end products." High-end wine can be called a luxury product. After entering the market, it will be heavily taxed, especially when exported. Taxes are higher.

Not to mention that in recent years, the world economy has been in a downturn, and even local people have not bought into international luxury goods. As a result, major luxury goods giants have sold themselves off and been acquired by some manufacturers focusing on civilian products.

It can be said that these luxury brands are far less beautiful than they appear on the surface.

"As for low-end products, our Zhuangji Winery does not plan to produce them. Zhuangji Winery only produces high-end products, but it may develop a sub-brand. These are still long-term plans, and there are no relevant plans for the time being. After all, our current The supply of leading products still exceeds the demand..."

Thinking of the crowds of people outside looking for anti-disease wine, Mr. Hu finally gave up.

Yes, the flagship product of Renjia Zhuangji Winery is indeed in short supply.

Didn't you get nothing out of this trip?

Mr. Hu turned around and glanced at Zhou Ye and the supervisor behind him. These two people were just here to eat for nothing, didn't they say a word to help?

When he turned around, Mr. Hu almost exploded with anger when he saw the two of them picking up Zhou Ye's backpack and counting something.

I don't know when a young man appeared next to him, holding his shoulders and watching the two of them count.

…

Father Zhuang listened absently to the conversation between Vice President Chen and President Hu, but his mind had already wandered far away.

After his application for "Brew Master" was rejected, Mr. Chen also contacted many contacts to find out what was going on and whether he could appeal.

However, there are not many brewing masters recognized by the Liquor Industry Association in the state. Mr. Chen searched a lot of connections before finding the only gold medal brewing master in the state. This gold medal brewing master can be regarded as the Taishan Beidou of liquor in the state. , surnamed Ji, because of his age and seniority, people in the industry call him Mr. Ji.

Mr. Chen met him once at a wine tasting party in Puerto Rico. They got along quite well and left his contact information.

Now Ji Lao's disciples and grandsons are all the big names in the liquor industry in the state, and he himself has long since retired to the mountains and retired, and will not leave the world for a long time. He is a genuine veteran-level existence. If anyone in the state can know the inside story of the Liquor Industry Association, It has to be him.

But his answer made Dad Zhuang feel like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.

When Mr. Ji heard Mr. Chen's question, his tone was full of disdain:

“The winemaking master certification from the Wine Industry Association is not easy to obtain. Countless people are rejected every year. Everyone feels that they have been wronged. Unless the gold medal master who is the main judge takes the initiative to withdraw the assessment, the wine industry association will not accept it in principle. Appeal. Moreover, the rejection opinion will be regarded as an important composite standard. Even if you reapply next year, you must improve the previous shortcomings to pass."

In other words, Dad Zhuang's "artistic quality" must be present, otherwise he will never be able to apply again.

Later, Mr. Ji said earnestly: "Xiao Chen, as a senior, I would like to advise you that instead of wanting to appeal, you should practice your internal skills and make up for your shortcomings. Otherwise, you will want to take shortcuts all day long. That's just a crooked way. My disciples and disciples have been trying to get through the back door from me all day long, and I've beaten them all back. You, don't even think about it..."

Mr. Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "But his comment is too outrageous, it's not artistic enough..."

"In my opinion, this comment is not outrageous. We pursue the ultimate in craftsmanship, but isn't it art? Winemaking is like painting, it is art. If your winemaker is not aware of this, then he is probably not skilled enough. "

Mr. Chen really wanted to scold his mother, but the other person was a respected senior in the brewing industry. He didn’t know how to refute, so he could only tell the truth to Father Zhuang.

Father Zhuang frowned when he heard this.

Dad Zhuang is a winery worker. To be honest, he doesn’t understand art at all. Isn’t winemaking about making delicious wine?

Why is artistry more important than delicious food?

Dad Zhuang really realized that he was in a different class from these winemakers! Don't understand what they are thinking!

Father Zhuang was puzzled and his head hurt from thinking about it. He simply called Zhuang Buyuan and said, "Son, your friend Zhou Ye is here. Come here quickly. By the way, help me think about how to make wine an art. This What does it have to do with art, I can’t figure it out..."

Zhou Ye is here?

Zhuang Buyuan didn't find out the whereabouts of Minuma, and he was feeling a little unhappy. He was a little happy when he heard that Zhou Ye was coming.

When he arrived at the brewery, he said a few words to Zhuang's father first, telling him not to be swayed by these crazy words.

"Dad, what is art and not artistic? Don't listen to their nonsense. They are jealous of you. The wine you make is the best in the world!"

"I make good wine, I admit it, but..." Dad Zhuang actually felt guilty.

His wine tastes good, but is it really his fault? I'm afraid the manors account for the majority.

Has his skill really reached its peak? No.

Zhuang is not far away but not as much as Zhuang's father thought.

Dad, don't worry, once I find this bastard Kinuma and make him into an abstract painting, he will know what art is!

What is art? Whoever has a bigger palm is art!

After giving Zhuang's father a few words of relief, Zhuang not far away saw Zhou Yezheng and a middle-aged man holding a backpack and counting something inside.

"188, 189... 190... 190 packs left..." The supervisor suddenly patted Zhou Ye on the shoulder: "I'm going, Xiao Zhou, go and sell these all! This is three million. Ah, you are so rich!"

"Shh..." Zhou Ye glared at him. You said this in front of Uncle Zhuang. How embarrassed are you, even though I really want to sell it now.

"Zhou Ye, you drank very fast!" Zhuang Buyuan wondered, "I drank ten packs this night! What a drinker!"

"No, we just drank two packs last night."

"That's not right." Zhuang Buyuan blinked, "I remember my dad brought you two big bags. They were packed by machine. There are 100 bags in each bag. They are weighed according to the weight. There is almost no mistake..."

Zhou Ye and his supervisor looked at each other: "Has anyone in the office taken it?"

"No, it's always been in my bag, except last night..."

"I'm going to...those Fuso guests, right?"

"Damn it, you damn old thief Kinuma! Not only are you talking nonsense, but you're also stealing our strains?"

Wait, you seem to be talking about Kinuma?

Zhuang's father and Zhuang Buyuan's ears perked up.

Doesn't it take much effort to get through the iron shoes and find nowhere?

"Yes, Master Kinuma also cooperates with our company. Uncle Zhuang, you and Master Kinuma also know each other... uh." Mr. Hu originally thought that this was a breakthrough point. Maybe as wine masters, Uncle Zhuang and Master Kinuma could What about sympathy?

But before he finished speaking, he saw Uncle Zhuang's face turned red and his neck thick, and he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. He knew that this was probably not sympathy, but an attack by orangutans. It was estimated that one of them would die if the two of them met.

Not only Uncle Zhuang, but every one in the entire brewery changed their expressions when he mentioned the name Master Kinuma.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the small bag in Zhou Ye's hand and suddenly laughed: "After talking for a long time, the so-called art turns out to be stealing other people's things."

If this can be considered art, then I’m good at it too!

Violence is also an art, right?

Today I will show you why the flowers are so red!

The manor was not far away and he was worried that he would not be able to find the real owner. Now that he has finally found the man, it will be easy to handle. He waved his hand: "Here, come and fight with the manor owner!"

Mr. Hu saw Zhuang not far away and said hello, and a large number of people appeared out of nowhere. They were all strangely shaped, and they also had strange-looking big cats and dogs. He was so frightened that he grabbed Zhou Ye's hand. Hand: "Xiao Zhou, what do you do as a classmate!"

Could it be that he is from the underworld?

The problem is that Zhou Ye doesn't know either.

Is this still our village owner? The current owner is so scary!

Outside the brewery, the old policeman Uncle Hua and several of his colleagues had just gotten out of the car.

He had been investigating the smuggling of illness-removing wine for the past two days, and now he finally had some clues. He planned to come and report the progress to Zhuang's father, but he saw a group of people going out in a menacing manner.

The gentle, gray-haired professor I had seen before was holding a wooden stick in one hand and leading several fierce dogs in the other. He was full of murderous intent, but he still had the gentle and elegant appearance before.

"What's going on?" Uncle Hua wondered, and saw a fat man running next to him who was about to cry: "Police uncle, stop them quickly, they are going to kill someone!"

Mr. Hu and Zhuangji Winery failed to cooperate, and they have to go back to cooperate with Baishuang Winery. If a fight breaks out now, what will happen?

Uncle Hua felt an impulse after hearing what he said.

I heard nothing, I knew nothing!

Damn, this is definitely a trap!

It’s a foreign guest again, and it’s Uncle Zhuang again. I still want to retire alive!

But when things come to an end, what can he do? After staring for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and followed.

…

Shihua Trading, several senior executives and negotiators from Baishuang Winery are still grinding in vain.

Between Xu and Weishe, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a group of people swarmed in, shouting angrily: "Where is the bastard Kinuma!"

"Who are you and what are you going to do! We are Fuso people!"

"Fuso people are amazing. They beat you Fuso devils who steal things!"

"Stop it!" Seeing that the two sides were really about to fight, Uncle Hua quickly stopped both sides: "I am a policeman. I have something to say. What is going on? Who can tell me clearly?"

With Uncle Hua's intervention, the fight was no longer possible.

And Uncle Hua was not happy at all. This matter was too big for him to handle!

And when it comes to foreign guests, you can poke a hornet's nest if you're not careful.

Turn big things into small things, turn small things into small things. Anyway, that’s how it was handled before.

After reporting it to his superior, his reply made his heart skip a beat.

"Old Hua, I think there's something wrong with this situation. It's okay to steal ordinary bacterial strains. After all, no matter how delicious the wine is, it's just wine... What if they are here to steal the formula of the disease-removing wine?"

These words made Uncle Hua's heart skip a beat, and he knew in his heart that he had to poke this hornet's nest even if he didn't want to.

What if it's true?

The police intervened in the investigation, but the people at Baishuang Winery were worried. They wanted to leave on the pretext that Fuso had important official duties.

These people knew that there would only be one result of the investigation, and they were even more anxious.

As an old policeman, Uncle Hua was very good at observing people's actions. He instinctively felt that something was wrong. No, we can't let these people go!

Fortunately, they have a very good excuse for filing a case, that is, the lost financial value is very high, exceeding 100,000 yuan! This is already a very serious case!

"Mr. Zhuang, things are not going well right now." Uncle Hua spent the entire afternoon gathering various evidences, conducting detailed investigations, and taking notes before dragging Zhuang not far away.

"Now, I personally think that Baishuang Winery has indeed stolen our strains... but Kinuma and the others have left the country. Will they also steal the formula of the disease-removing wine?"

Uncle Hua has experienced a certain era.

At that time, the Fuso people stole many of the state's excellent technologies under the pretext of visiting. Now when I think about it, Uncle Hua will slap him on the thigh.

Although times have changed, what has been stolen has been stolen forever.

"If they really steal the technology of the disease-removing wine, with Fuso's technical strength, they might be able to copy it soon. What will happen to Zhuang Laodi's winery? What if they sell the disease-removing wine internationally? What to do? Why are you so careless? Why don't you take good care of these strains? Can you give such important things to others casually? "

Zhuang Buyuan didn't expect that Uncle Hua would think so much. He couldn't laugh or cry, but he was also a little moved.

Dad Zhuang’s disease-relieving wine has really won him a very good reputation.

But he was not worried and said: "Don't worry, they can't run away!"

Putting aside the strain they stole, there was no way to reproduce it, and it was not the strain of the disease-removing wine at all.

It doesn't matter even if they run away, the worst we can do is chase them to Fuso!

You stole my stuff and you want to run away?

You really underestimate me. My village is not far away.