"Is Pu'er tea going to increase its price?" Ding Shiyi was extremely confused when he heard Jiang Zhijun repeating Yang Rui's request.

Jiang Zhijun shook his head and said, "There is nothing. I asked several people, including Kunming Tea Factory, Menghai Tea Factory, and Guangzhou Tea Factory. There was no news. Although the price has increased by a little, it is not worth investing much."

"Where is the Light Industry Bureau?"

"There is no news, and they asked me." Jiang Zhijun smiled bitterly: "Everyone is talking about what news we hear in Beijing @Beijing. Tell me, what news can we hear in Beijing? They are all unrelated people coming and going."

Ding Shiyi pondered for a few seconds and smiled: "No matter what, we have now taken a supporting factory. This is the benefit of taking it into account first. The rest, he will buy as much as Pu'er tea. We can just make our supporting factory."

Ding Shiyi tasted the sweetness from building a factory.

How long has the Zhike been built, the money he received from a few people was more than he earned in his lifetime.

Although Ding Shiyi was not familiar with things like pharmaceutical factories, he didn't think there would be any problems with Yang Rui and Qiao's steps.

Even if there is a problem, what does it matter? Ding Shiyi, who has been in the army for a long time, knows that as long as you don’t lose the money, such a policy factory will basically be maintained. Otherwise, will the tens of thousands of workers who have been demolished by state-owned enterprises such as North China Pharmaceutical be waiting for them to go to the square to cause trouble?

If you don’t have food to eat, it’s really going to kill people, and it’s much worse than the company’s losses.

Jiang Zhijun hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I call my wife to come over for the supporting factory. She also knows a little. You can talk to Zelin and Lao Jiao again. I have to go to the tea brewing factory these days."

"Hey, I said, can we do our business well? Whether the tea leaves are rising or not, Yang Rui likes to play, so let him play, what's the point of following you?"

"Am I going to have fun?" Jiang Zhijun recalled the previous conversation and said, "If I'm unhappy, can we take this supporting factory. Do you think it's because our Zhike is doing well?"

"Isn't it?"

"Think about it carefully. Before Yang Rui gave me a supporting factory, we had just forced the palace to be banned."

Ding Shiyi suddenly felt guilty and said, "That doesn't count. Don't we want to give him shares? He doesn't want it, but he doesn't want it. We can't say we didn't give it, and it's even more impossible to force the palace..."

"Okay, what's the use of explaining to me? Let's explain to Yang Rui?"

Ding Shiyi scratched his head and said nothing. He had been in the army for a long time. He was a bad temper on weekdays. He was almost middle-aged and could not say that he was afraid of a young man.

However, the power of sugar-coated shells is sometimes not in the shells inside, but in the sweetness of sugar-coated shells.

Ding Shiyi could not abandon his income of several million a year. When he remembered it, he didn't dare to quarrel with Yang Rui.

Jiang Zhijun sighed and said, "I think I can get into a supporting factory this time. Maybe it's the tea money that Yang Rui paid for us. I really have to find someone to run away."

"What do you mean? He wants you to use tea leaves..." Ding Shiyi rubbed his fingers.

"Not necessarily." Jiang Zhijun paused and said, "He said it in front of Director Hu. I think...oh, what do I think? I will do it first and wait until I come back."

Jiang Zhijun was unwilling to think too much, so he went out and returned to the office and started making phone calls.

As for Yang Rui's thoughts, he was too lazy to guess.

In Jiang Zhijun's opinion, Pu'er tea is a bit expensive. As for the best quality foreign trade tea, Pu'er loose tea exported 75 years ago was shipped from the Guangzhou Tea Factory and delivered to Hong Kong and Macao. It was only a few cents per cake, and more than one yuan per kilogram. After 75 years, Yun@Nan Tea Factory began to make Pu'er tea cakes and Pu'er tea bricks, and the prices began to rise.

Now a cake of tea costs one or two yuan, which is much more expensive than before. This is still the price of new tea.

From the perspective of 1986, 11 years have passed.

In 11 years, the raw Pu'er tea, which is not serious enough, has been ripened.

To buy tea now, in Jiang Zhijun's opinion, it is simply foolish. What is the most lacking in the market? It is money!

Many merchants now do not pay for goods. It is common for half a year to check out and one year to check out. If you are not lucky, you can meet those who have checked out in three years. Why? Because the inflation is too strong, the late payment of half a year can save a lot of costs.

This is an era when bank deposit interest rates have soared by 10%. Isn’t that crazy?

Jiang Zhijun didn't understand Yang Rui's thoughts, but he had to do his best to do his best when doing things.

There was no way, Yang Rui dropped such a big carrot in front of him, even if it was not electric, it would tempt people to move forward bravely.

Jiang Zhijun has been doing business in the south for many years and is a tea drinker. He just went out and asked the market price clearly. Finally, he thought about it and then called Kun@Ming Tea Factory and said, "Old Chen, don't say that there is a good thing, I didn't think about brothers."

"Oh, Lao Jiang, are you good things?" Lao Chen smiled at the other end of the phone. Nowadays, the business of tea factories is counting on the bosses who have become rich first in the south.

Why did Pu'er tea cost only a few cents a kilogram? Because Yun@nan tea companies can't make Pu'er tea?

If you want to say that Pu'er tea is an old craft in Yun@nan area, the names of Fuyuanchang and other businesses in the early 20th century were bigger than those of Fukuhara Ai. The selling price of tea is also very powerful. Some are exported to Japan and other places, and some are sent to Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou for high prices.

However, the environment after the founding of the People's Republic of China was not a good environment for Pu'er tea to survive. Large enterprises like Kunming Tea Factory were named as provincial capitals, but their real business was to spread tea. Some even only collected tea from farmers and sent it to Guangzhou Tea Factory.

It was not until 1973 that tea factories such as Kunming and Menghai tried to produce large-leaf Pu'er tea, and began to export it to Hong Kong and Macao, and exchanged it for a lot of foreign exchange.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and several tea factories are still relying on the Canton Fair, which is also under a lot of pressure for managers from all sides.

Jiang Zhijun and Lao Chen had dinner twice, and spoke easily at this time, saying, "You know Yang Rui, who just won the Nobel Prize recently."

"Of course, Yang Rui from Peking University is annoyed to watch it on TV and is very energetic. What's wrong?"

"He is a little interested in your Pu'er tea."

“Huh?”

"Do you have some good tea and give us some cakes?"

"Is Yang Rui really going to drink?" Old Chen thought in his heart.

"Of course, can I lie to you?" Jiang Zhijun felt funny.

Old Chen thought for a few seconds, slapped the table and said, "Wait, I still have a few old tea cakes here, see you in the capital."

"How old?"

"Before the Republic of China!" Lao Chen also spent a lot of money. The Xinhai Revolution was in 1911. Before that, the tea factory business was done by privately, and the tea cakes made by various businesses were still very distinctive. Compared with the official tea factory in the late Republic of China, the tea in the merchants was not only old, but also better.

"Don't just bring old tea, you also want new tea. People want to buy more."

"How many?"

"If it's good, it's a lot."

"What's his use?"

"What do you care? Maybe it's just to refresh the researcher."

"That's great! I'll come by plane, you'll wait!" Old Chenle's face was redder than tea.

"Call me again when I get there." Jiang Zhijun hung up the phone, still feeling so proud. When he spoke to Yang Rui, he said that Old Chen would come, but he was not so sure after all. Now he found that he guessed correctly, and it was still very satisfying.
Chapter completed!