As soon as he heard that the boss was interested, Chu Heng, who was sitting lazily, straightened his back, sat up with a bold move, held a cigarette in one hand, and gestured: "You know Avima, right? Just
The foreign bitch I found to sleep with Andrew."
Mr. Meng paused and coughed lightly with his eyes averted: "Well, where can I meet her?"
Chu Heng rolled his eyelids speechlessly: "Hey, come on, we are the only two in this room, are you interested or not?"
Mr. Meng raised his face and waved his hand: "What about that? Let's talk about foreign exchange."
When Chu Heng saw this, he stopped mentioning it. After swallowing, he continued: "Tsk, it's that Avima. When she asked me to get money today, she mentioned an idea to me."
"She wants to give us a set of foreign wine-making techniques, and her requirement is that we provide her with an export share of a batch of wine every year for her to use in making fake wine."
Hearing this, Mr. Meng frowned and interrupted him righteously: "It's just playing the piano randomly! It's true that we are short of foreign exchange, but we don't rely on counterfeiting to make money. If we really do this, the country's reputation will be ruined.
People’s…”
"Oh, can you please listen to what I have to say?" Chu Heng stood up with a helpless expression, poured him a cup of tea, and motioned for him to shut up.
Well, that's quite tactful.
Boss Meng understood. After glaring at this guy, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Then go on."
So Chu Heng gestured again and continued: "We definitely can't sell fake wine. We are a big and upright country, how can we make such bad money!"
"But after I heard her thoughts, I was thinking, since this girl said that our wine is not much worse than the wine outside, then why don't we improve the process, or even purchase technology and equipment to create our own wine?
What about your own brand? Isn’t that more profitable than selling fake ones?”
"Innocent."
Boss Meng shook his head in disappointment, and interrupted him again in a very unceremonious manner: "You have never been outside, so you don't know the situation there. Those foreigners take it for granted that they will not easily try something they have never been exposed to before, and they also
Recognize the brand, even if we really make a red wine comparable to famous brands such as Lafite and Conde, they may not buy it if they are not famous. And these brands all rely on time to accumulate.
The reputation is built up little by little through word of mouth.”
Chu Heng, who was interrupted again, suddenly became angry, but he was a big boss, so he couldn't get angry. He could only think patiently: "Don't rush to deny it? Listen to what I have to say, listen to what I have to say.
Listen to what I have to say."
Say important things three times.
"Okay, tell me!" Mr. Meng was not angry, and leaned back with a smile, wanting to see what this guy full of bad ideas could pee out.
Chu Heng regained his feelings and continued like an MLM lecturer: "The birth of a well-known brand is nothing more than a few things. One is the story, the palace, the inheritance, and the other is history and taste."
"The latter is easy to say. We have a vast territory and there are many places that produce good grapes. Yantai, Penglai, QHD, Ningxia, etc. all produce pretty good grapes. There are plenty of raw materials. As long as you try more, you will be able to make wine sooner or later.
Good wine.”
"Let's talk about the former. Compared with history, we have wine in the Tang Dynasty, and there are poems to prove it. I will definitely scorn their 180-year-old brands. As for stories, find more pens and tell me what you want to hear.
What is he making up?"
"Besides, don't those foreigners like to talk about bloodlines like animals? Then let's arrange one for this wine too!"
"Let's start with the story. Li Shimin spent a lot of money on a bottle of wine. Qianlong was so drunk that he didn't go to court for ten days. After that, we will name the wine after the temple names of these emperors. The one in Yantai is named Song Taizu, the one in Penglai is named Tang Gaozong, and the one in Ningxia is named Song Taizu.
He’s called Ming Taizu. Hey, there are so many emperors that we can’t use them all! In addition to this, we can also make up a more poignant love story. Foreigners also like this."
Mr. Meng was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Aren't you... not deceiving people?"
Chu Heng glanced at him sideways: "You know what they say is true? Besides, our wine is not bad. We make up stories for marketing, not shabby."
Boss Meng frowned, shook his head and objected again: "It's still unreliable. It's true that our wine has a story and a taste, but how do you get those people to buy it? Accept it?"
"It's all a small problem!"
Teacher Chu smiled confidently: "You can do more fun, such as spending some money to hold a wine tasting party, asking reporters to promote it, buying a famous sommelier, and asking him to promote it, or...
…”
"Stop it, stop it!" Mr. Meng couldn't help it after hearing it halfway: "What you said costs money. Now we all want to break every penny into ten parts. Where can I get the money?
Go? Besides, it’s okay if this succeeds, but what if it fails? So much manpower and foreign exchange are wasted, and in the end it comes to nothing. Who will bear the responsibility? "
"Who said we spent our own money?"
Chu Heng, who was standing on the third floor, glanced at Mr. Meng who was standing in the basement: "If we don't have money, we have a way to make money. What are our advantages? Vast land, cheap costs, and vast cultural heritage! Then we can
You can use this as a bargaining chip to find someone to cooperate with. They provide the technology, equipment, and processes, and they are responsible for sales and publicity. We will only take care of the packaging and production. Although the profit is lower this way, the risk is also small."
"We won't do anything big at the beginning. We will try it on a small scale first. If we really can't sell it, we will digest it internally. After that, we can still pick up some equipment, craftsmanship and so on. But if it succeeds, then we will copy the model.
Expand production.”
Boss Meng frowned again: "Your idea is good, but where can you find such a person? Who is not a fool and would take such a risk? Batumi's embargo..."
"lead."
Chu Heng looked at him faintly: "You underestimate the courage of a businessman. An ancient civilization with a history of five thousand years has given him a production base and provided him with cheap products. The profits are enough for them to ignore any
rule!"
"But this..." Boss Meng was still hesitating.
When Chu Heng saw this, he immediately gave a strong dose of medicine: "Leader, do you know that the global red wine market is worth 5 billion. How much was China's foreign exchange reserve last year? A little more than 100 million, right? We don't even need it.
If you get more involved, you can earn 10 million a year, which is one-tenth of the foreign exchange share. If those people work hard and get 300 to 200 million, how awesome will you be by then? You can't get ahead.
Seeing how capable you are, the Ministry of Foreign Trade will have to take care of you!"
"Think about the miniscule price, and then think about the huge profits, what a great deal!"
The reason why he wastes so much words is because he really wants to do something for the country.
Now and then, when I first crossed over, others were indifferent, and I had a serious lack of sense of security. I was thinking about how to protect myself and how to save a family.
Now he can protect himself, and his family wealth is enough for him to waste away. Coupled with the episode of Avima, he also started to look outside.
He felt heartbroken when he looked at the pitiful foreign exchange exchanged for agricultural and sideline products, various mineral resources, and even rabbit fur under the embargo and blockade!