A bottle of liquor is 500 ml, and based on an average of 40 degrees, the alcohol content is 200 ml. Ten thousand bottles is 2,000 liters of alcohol, which weighs almost one and a half tons, which is comparable to the daily output of many large factories.

Even if Liao Fugui's small workshop ran 24 hours a day, it would not be able to produce so much alcohol.

Therefore, there is only one possibility, which is to purchase raw wine from other workshops.

Liao Fugui took a deep breath from his cigarette and sighed with a wry smile: "After all, I am a cultured person and a college student. You saw through this in me right away."

Although he saw through Liao Fugui's strategy, Ding Zhiyuan still had one last doubt: "Can you sell so much wine?"

Liao Fugui smiled mysteriously: "I dare to produce so much, so I'm not afraid of not being able to sell it."

Ding Zhiyuan didn't believe it at all: "Fuck you! You don't plan to sell fake bars?"

Liao Fugui said quickly: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. It doesn't matter. If I sell fake wine, I will be thundered!"

Ding Zhiyuan naturally does not believe in such things as oaths. He would rather believe in a sow climbing a tree than in a businessman's guarantee and promise.

In his previous life, he started from a small company of three people and accompanied the company to go public. He experienced too many betrayals and betrayals and stabbings in the back.

If he hadn't invested 20,000 yuan at the beginning of the business, accounting for 20% of the shares, plus he had two skills in technology, and the most important thing was that he was quite smart and always on guard, otherwise

After the company got on the right track, he was kicked out of the company long ago.

The intrigues and intrigues made him understand a truth - never trust others in the mall, the only ones you can trust are yourself and your interests.

However, although Ding Zhiyuan scorned Liao Fugui's oath, he believed part of it.

Because even if he sells fake famous wine, it can only be done piecemeal, and he can't sell 2,000 tons a year anyway.

But if it wasn't forgery, how could he sell so much wine? Where to sell it? To whom?

A liquor output of 2,000 tons a year is something that only large factories can achieve...

Big factory?

Ding Zhiyuan suddenly raised his eyebrows and said: "Which winery do you OEM for?"

Liao Fugui's hand holding the cigarette butt shook so hard that he poked the cigarette butt into his knee. He threw the cigarette butt away in a hurry, stared at Ding Zhiyuan with a ghostly expression, and said for a long time: "What the hell are you doing?"

Know?"

Ding Zhiyuan did not answer, as if talking to himself: "Qucheng Brewery? No, our Qucheng Brewery specializes in special qu, and we will definitely not use your sweet potatoes to bake it. The taste is too different, so Qucheng Brewery first

Can be excluded.

Of course, it’s not necessarily true. Maybe Qucheng Brewery wants to open up a new product line, but I think it’s unlikely.

That’s Luo Feng Winery, Lao Liao, am I right?”

Liao Fugui said speechlessly: "How could such a good person like Ding Mingxin give birth to such a bad person like you?"

Ding Zhiyuan's expression changed and he said coldly: "Liao Fugui, death is the most important thing, don't blame my father for everything!"

Liao Fugui felt particularly funny when he saw Ding Zhiyuan's tender face.

But the next moment he met Ding Zhiyuan's murderous eyes, he swallowed involuntarily, laughed twice and said: "You are not old, you look like a little adult. Come on, let's not mention your father."

Ding Zhiyuan immediately beamed with joy, patted Liao Fugui on the shoulder and said, "Just tell me what I guessed, right?"

Liao Fugui turned his head and glanced at the hand on his shoulder. He was a little confused and said: "Yes, yes, yes, I am convinced. I am worthy of being a college student."

Ding Zhiyuan smiled shyly: "Not yet. When the notice comes, you can treat me to a drink."

"No problem!" Liao Fugui agreed, but then he felt something was wrong, "What the hell, are you going to college or am I going to college? How can you ask me to buy you a drink?"

"One thing, one thing." Ding Zhiyuan laughed, put his hand on Liao Fugui's shoulder again, and pressed hard.

"I just said that I can help you, and the results will be achieved before the notice comes out.

Haha, if you don’t invite me to drink when the time comes, will your conscience be okay?”

"Blow it!" Liao Fugui just thought he heard a joke and turned his head to the side, not wanting to talk to him.

Ding Zhiyuan said: "Old Liao, Old Liao, you said that your workshops are closed and you don't know when they will reopen.

Half a month? One month? Three months, or half a year?

Time is money, how much less do you have to earn?"

Liao Fugui was a little moved. Although this kid was very mean-spirited and not a good thing, what he said was quite reasonable.

This market rectification operation has been very big. This afternoon he inquired and found out that all the small breweries in Quchengjie were closed down, and no one knew how long they would be closed.

Every day off means one day less money earned. Others can grit their teeth and hold on, but he just spent a lot of money to buy a set of filling equipment and is planning to start a big business. He can't take a break!

Ding Zhiyuan said again: "Anyway, I am idle, just give it a try. If you don't try, how will you know if I can do it?

I’m a college student! Even if you can’t trust me, you can’t even believe me as a college student?”

"You haven't gone to college yet?" Liao Fugui said in retort, but his tone became obviously relaxed, and he asked curiously: "How are you going to help me?"

Ding Zhiyuan said dissatisfied: "You still can't trust me?"

Liao Fugui smiled and said: "Good guy, how can I believe your empty talk? You don't have this kind of truth wherever you go, don't you think so?"

Ding Zhiyuan nodded and said: "It makes sense, seeing is believing, hearing is believing, understand!"

"That's right!" Liao Fugui slapped his thigh, "Then what good ideas do you have?"

Ding Zhiyuan asked with a smile: "Do you think it is possible to make soda?"

"Making soda?" Liao Fugui almost cursed, what the hell is this idea!

How much does a bottle of liquor cost and how much does a bottle of soda cost?

How many bottles of soda do you need to sell to equal one bottle of liquor?

Besides, I can only drink soda, but I can’t make soda!

Ding Zhiyuan seemed to know what Liao Fugui was thinking, and taught earnestly: "Old Liao, do you think the profit of soda is too low, far less than the profit of liquor?

Although this is true, your workshop is now out of production and the equipment is idle there. Not only is it unable to generate profits, it also continues to depreciate.

On the contrary, if you use it to produce soda, no matter how much money you make, you can at least reduce the depreciation loss of the equipment."

Liao Fugui was stunned for a while after hearing this, and humbly asked the college student: "What does depreciation mean?"

Ding Zhiyuan rolled his eyelids and pretended to be surprised: "You don't even know about depreciation? Forget it, I know you haven't graduated from elementary school yet, so it's understandable."

Hum hum, you looked down upon me just now for my hairless mouth, this time I will crush you to death with my academic qualifications and knowledge!

"As for depreciation, for example, if you bought this canning equipment for 1,000 yuan and its designed service life is 5 years, then the annual depreciation expense will be 200 yuan.

Therefore, whether you use this machine or not, as long as you buy it, the depreciation fee will be included in your cost."

Liao Fugui suddenly realized it and looked like he had benefited a lot: "So that's what happened. Oops, then my annual depreciation will be 1,000 yuan!"

Ding Zhiyuan said in surprise: "Your filling machine costs 5,000 yuan?"

In this era when households worth ten thousand yuan are scarce, 5,000 yuan is not a small amount of money. This damn fat guy Liao Fugui is actually so rich!

Since he is willing to spend one-half of a ten-thousand-yuan household to buy a filling machine, then this damn fat guy still has at least one or two ten-thousand-yuan household.

This is naturally good news for Ding Zhiyuan’s career.

Doing business with poor people will make you poorer, but doing business with rich people will make you bigger and bigger.

As for the issue of the right to speak between the two, Ding Zhiyuan doesn't care at all. Anyway, he only intends to make such a vote.

As long as I can help Li Chunmei pay off her family’s debts and then get some living expenses for college.

"Ah!" Liao Fugui nodded gloomily, "otherwise I wouldn't be so anxious to get angry. Look, it's all on fire!"

Ding Zhiyuan, the fat man, put his face close to his, moved to the side in disgust, and said in a bewitching tone: "So, you can't leave the equipment idle! Lao Liao, don't hesitate, let's do it!"<

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Liao Fugui spread his hands and said with a grimace: "But I don't know how to make soda!"

Ding Zhiyuan smiled and raised his chin, his meaning was obvious.

Liao Fugui said suspiciously: "You know how?"

"Nonsense!" Ding Zhiyuan snorted, "Don't forget, I'm a college student! What's so difficult about making a soda? In the final analysis, it's just physics and chemistry...

Forget it, you are just an elementary school dropout, and you won’t understand even if I tell you.”

College students are really easy to use in this day and age. If you have something to do or nothing, you can push it to college students, and you are guaranteed to be right. By the way, it can also give Liao Fugui a dimensionality reduction blow in terms of his IQ.

As expected, Liao Fugui looked confused and trusted Ding Zhiyuan 90%, he was a college student!

However, after all, Liao Fugui has been in business for many years. Although he has never heard of Marx's "thrilling leap", he knows that making things is easy, but selling them is the hardest.

He didn't want to spend money on making a bunch of sodas, only to have them go unsold.

Therefore, he quickly calmed down, coughed slightly and said: "If you say yes, I will definitely believe you, but you also know that there is a soda factory in our county. Haha, how can our small workshop compete with others in cost?"

?"

"Who said we have to fight the cost?" Ding Zhiyuan looked surprised, "A price war is too low. Are I, a great college student, so low-level?

Let me tell you, Lao Liao, we can’t compete with the soda factory for cost. If we want to compete, we must compete with quality, connotation, and story. Do you understand?”

Liao Fugui blinked his eyes, speechless.
To be continued...