ebookland Chapter 1061: Distant water cannot save nearby fire
Chapter 1061: Distant water cannot save nearby fire
What he is worried about now is not the capital chain - the gray income from reselling foreign exchange certificates is enough to burn money, but the headache is the difficulty in finding technical talents.
The liquor industry in Guanglin Province has long been divided among the four kings of "three ditches and one river", and those time-honored brands in other provinces are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. If you want to brew a unique nectar, you really can't just have money.
Distant water cannot save near fire.
The nearest breakthrough is in Dongshan Province, the hometown of Confucius.
Zhou Qi clearly remembers that a phenomenal liquor brand emerged here in the mid-to-late 1990s.
It was only more than 200 miles from Guangshi to the Confucius Mansion in Gaofu, and Zhou Qi planned to go to the Confucius Mansion winery in person.
If the quality is excellent, you can simply change the ** to become a new source of goods.
After all, Wang Dazhi could join forces with Shen Bing to cut off supply, so there was no guarantee that the local wineries would also be in collusion. He did not believe that the wineries across the country could unite as one, so he had to leave himself a way out.
"I was too nervous when I entered the Regent Hotel just now." Tian Xiaoyi bit her lip and said, "I should let you get another room."
"Girl, this presidential suite is over 500 square meters, isn't that enough for you? There are four or five beds alone, you can choose whichever one you want to sleep on."
Zhou Qi raised his lips and said, "Of course, if you want to squeeze my photo, I won't stop you."
"rogue!"
"As the old saying goes, women don't love bad men." Zhou Qi lifted her chin with his index finger: "How about I take a bath with you?"
"What's a couple's bath?"
"Are you pretending to be confused?"
Zhou Qi pointed at the gilded bathtub and said, "This configuration can be used for petal baths or milk baths. I will be the bath scrubber the whole time."
Tian Xiaoyi jumped away and said, "Capitalists really know how to waste things! They don't even worry about being struck by lightning for taking a bath in milk!"
As she said this, she fled into the bathroom, only to find that it was three times larger than her dormitory at Jinling University.
"I heard that milk bath can rejuvenate the skin." Zhou Qi got close behind her without her noticing.
"go out!"
Tian Xiaoyi blushed and pushed him out the door: "Aren't you afraid of retribution for being so wasteful?"
"You really don't want to try it with me?" Zhou Qi leaned against the bathroom door frame, raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
Tian Xiaoyi's fingers, which were gripping the strings of her bathrobe, were trembling slightly.
Although the girl, who was brought up in a strict family, never dared to think in that direction, but at this moment, looking at the other person's collarbone exposed with two buttons of his shirt open, her throat suddenly tightened.
She hurriedly fixed her eyes on the pattern on the frosted glass: "Wait... wait until the wedding day!" Then she locked the door with a click.
When the warm water washed over the burning tips of her ears, Tian Xiaoyi wanted to bury her face in her palms.
I clearly refused with all due respect, so why do I feel like I have done something wrong?
Zhou Qi's deliberately heavy footsteps came from outside. She subconsciously moved closer to the door and did not breathe a sigh of relief until she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom next door.
The two beds in the suite were three meters apart, but it looked like a galaxy was drawn between them.
Tian Xiaoyi rolled the quilt into a silkworm cocoon, listened to the even breathing of the person opposite her, and finally sat up resignedly when she turned over for the 28th time.
The moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, outlining the man's profile. She reached out to grab the slippers on the carpet as if possessed.
"Can't sleep?" The low and hoarse voice startled her so much that she almost rolled off the bed.
“The air conditioning is too low!”
Tian Xiaoyi wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and turned her back, her heartbeat hurting her eardrums.
It was not until the morning light dyed the curtains white that she vaguely dreamed of someone gently brushing away the strands of hair on her forehead.
When Zhou Qi traveled between ICBC branches in Shenyang and Pudong, he discovered a strange pattern: every time he came back from another province with his travel bag, the number in his passbook would double as if by magic.
When the account balance soared to seven figures, he decisively stopped - if he continued to trade treasury bonds so frequently, he was afraid that the vault alarm would be set off.
Before returning, he deliberately took a detour to Jiujiang Road. In the shade of the sycamore trees in August, the signboard of the country's largest electromechanical equipment company glowed with metallic luster in the sun.
Several salesmen in Dacron shirts were standing around a machine tool imported from Germany and marveling at it. Zhou Qi stroked his chin and wrote down the model number, then threw two cream plum candies into the basket of a passing yellow croaker cart.
If Zhou Qi wants to build a winery, he has to purchase all the equipment from this company - grain grinders, fermentation tanks, distillation equipment to filling lines. There is no more cost-effective channel in the country.
Not only was the quality excellent, but the price was also 20% lower than other places. He was planning to build a larger scale than Shen Bing Winery, and he would need to equip hundreds of production lines, which would cost nearly three million yuan.
However, Zhou Qi first signed an order for ten sets of equipment. After all, building a factory is a long-term project, and there is no need to achieve rapid growth in one go.
The initial investment of 300,000 yuan can create considerable production capacity, which is just the right pace.
After coming out of Haicheng Machinery Sales Center, Zhou Qi rushed to Dongbin Gaofu without stopping.
He clearly remembered that within a few years, two wineries here soared to fame thanks to CCTV advertisements, and surpassed Moutai and Wuliangye.
But when we arrived in Gaofu County, things turned out to be unexpected.
I chartered a Santana and drove around for most of the day. I asked all the neighbors and they all said they had never heard of the brand "Kongfujiajiu".
Finally I realized that these brands don't exist at all, and there is only one old state-owned Gaofu Liquor Factory in the local area.
Dongbin people are really generous when it comes to drinking. The Liangshan heroes drinking from big bowls can be seen everywhere in street restaurants.
When the Santana stopped in front of the rusty iron gate of the liquor factory, the security guard poked his head out of the reception room and asked, "Who are you looking for, comrade?"
Zhou Qi lowered the car window and handed over a soft Zhonghua cigarette: "I'm here to discuss wholesale."
The old man's eyes lit up when he took the cigarette - he usually smoked loose cigarettes without filters, and this one with a gold-rimmed cigarette was definitely a good thing.
"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy wine. We ship out truckloads of it."
The old man said this, but he carefully put the cigarette behind his ear. Zhou** knew what he was doing, and this time he found the right place.
"We plan to buy in bulk."
Zhou Qi opened the car door and stepped onto the ground, his leather boots making crisp sounds on the gravel road: "Excuse me, is the manager of your winery here?"
The old gatekeeper adjusted his reading glasses and looked at the visitor.
The young man in front of me was dressed in a suit and looked very impressive. What was even more rare was that he was driving a brand new Santana - in the 1990s, those who could drive this iron-shell car were either wealthy people or Hong Kong businessmen.
"How much would you like?" The old man's hand holding the cigarette stopped in mid-air.
Zhou Qi flicked open the gold-plated lighter and said, "We'll take as many as you can get. The minimum order is a few hundred tons. If the wine is of good quality, we can negotiate an order of tens of thousands of tons."
The old man's fingers holding the cigarette trembled.
I've seen people using trucks to transport goods, but this is the first time I've heard of buying alcohol by the ton. He quickly put the cigarette behind his ear and pushed the old Phoenix truck against the wall: "Wait a moment, I'll go call the factory manager."
The sixty-year-old man pedaled the bicycle vigorously, and the chain turned more smoothly than that of a young man. Less than half a cigarette later, the sound of bicycle bells came from deep in the factory.
"The factory director is waiting in the office."
The old man led the way, panting heavily. The Santana slowly rolled over the factory road paved with wine dregs, and the air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of grain.