Hello, 1983

Looking at the glass bottle still glowing with hops on the table, Liu Qingshan was a little dizzy: I'm still a child, okay?

The sorghum is burning at 60 degrees, and it must be a line of fire when one bites down. It drips down the throat. Liu Qingshan is still growing, so he never dares to gesture.

The director of the winery, Li, sat on the other side of Liu Qingshan. He had a fat waist and thick legs, and he had a rough appearance.

Especially the red lees nose is very characteristic.

Seeing Liu Qingshan waving his hand, saying that he would not drink alcohol, Old Man Li shook his head with regret:

This is the sorghum burnt from our winery, commonly known as burnt knife, but at the Canton Fair last year, no one bought a bottle, and none of those foreigners knew the product!

Liu Qingshan blinked and pondered in his heart: I guess no one likes drinking this kind of high alcohol except the old Maozi in the north.

Director Guo, on the other side, also nodded his head, feeling a little sympathetic to each other.

The old man Li also said in vernacular: We are very good at burning knives. One year, an employee of our winery drank two bottles and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he brought the struck match to his mouth, poof. One click, lit it directly, and it's all burnt.

Liu Qingshan took a mouthful of egg soup and felt a little hot.

The old man Li patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder: Liu, this time you are going to the Canton Fair, you have to help us promote it. If it is sold, I will invite you to drink when you come back.

Well, you still spare me!

Liu Qingshan was also full, and put down his chopsticks: Director Li, I'll call you Uncle Li. I'll go to your winery in a while. It's better to have some special products that are easier to sell.

Before Da Lao Li could speak, Director Guo of the flax factory quit his job: Da Lao Li, you are not very particular, do you understand the principle of first come first served?

After speaking, he took Liu Qingshan's arm: If you want to go, you have to go to our flax factory first.

The old man Li also got excited, stretched out his big hand like iron pliers, and grabbed Liu Qingshan's other arm: Your flax factory is outside the west gate, and our winery is close.

The two struggled to pull, and Liu Qingshan grinned: Two uncles, I'm about to fall apart!

The two let go at the same time, and then laughed together again.

They are also anxious. Among the four members participating in the Canton Fair, the other three have higher positions than them. Only this Comrade Liu, who is young, should be easier to talk to.

Of course Liu Qingshan can understand their feelings, since he promised to help, he must go all out.

Even if the two factory managers didn't invite him, he still planned to use these few days to run through all the factories involved and help him come up with ideas.

Since returning to this era, we must have a sense of responsibility as a master.

And he has other plans in his heart: if he can take advantage of the rare opportunity of the Canton Fair to expand his contacts, and by the way, he can earn a little money to spend to supplement his family, then it will be a worthwhile trip.

After making up his mind, Liu Qingshan followed Director Li and went to the winery first.

The elder Li rode a Phoenix bicycle with Liu Qingshan on his back, and the factory director Guo also followed closely behind.

The winery is not far away, and you can smell the fermented lees from a distance, which is a sign of the winery.

People who like to smell this smell are more enjoyable than drinking. Liu Qingshan also moved in his heart: it seems that using distiller's grains as pig feed is also quite good.

Liquor in this era is made from corn, sorghum and other grains, and it is genuine, so the nutritional content of distiller's grains is also good.

Especially after the pigs eat the lees, they also like to sleep in a dizzy state, which is just suitable for fattening.

If this Canton Fair can help the winery, Liu Qingshan will definitely purchase the lees from the old man.

After entering the courtyard, the old man Li led Liu Qingshan around and introduced two kinds of liquors to be exhibited: one is sorghum fired,

The other is the Clear Water Daqu.

In all fairness, these two wines are still very good, but compared with the top eight famous wines in China, they are still far behind, so it is not unreasonable that they were not sold at the last fair.

The level of this kind of county-level wine, no matter how much you pack and market it, there is not much development, and the grade they are in has already been positioned.

Uncle Li, do we have any more distinctive wines in our winery, for example, the mountains here are rich in mountain grapes, is there any mountain wine or the like?

Liu Qingshan can only continue to tap potential stocks.

There are mountain wines, but no one wants to drink this stuff. Every year, a few tanks are produced, which are used in the county's guesthouse.

Da Lao Li is of course familiar with the situation in the factory. Because of the severe cold in winter, they all like to drink high alcohol, such as sorghum roasted at 60 degrees.

What about other wines, do you have any?

Liu Qingshan did not give up and continued to ask.

Old Man Li twitched his thick eyebrows and thought for a while, then rubbed his rosacea sharply: I remember, there is a medicinal wine prepared more than ten years ago in the wine storehouse.

Medicinal wine?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be overjoyed: maybe this is a bit tricky!

I saw Da Lao Li shook his head and continued: It's a pity that it's too bad to drink and the cost is high. After a batch is produced, it can't be sold at all, so it's not bottled again, and it's all stored in a big vat.

Liu Qingshan didn't think so: Let's go, just look at this medicinal wine.

A group of people, led by the custodian, went directly to the wine storehouse, and when they entered it, they were filled with the fragrant aroma of wine.

In the warehouse, there are all big jars, almost one person tall, and two people need to hug each other.

Seeing that the director Guo of the flax factory was still holding a cigarette in his mouth, the elder Li unceremoniously pulled it out and threw it on the ground, crushing it with his feet.

Thinking of the man who drank, smoked, and burned his chest that Old Man Li said, Director Guo finally woke up.

The warehouse keeper led the group to the innermost place, where instead of those big jars that could drown drunkards, they were replaced by big glass jars.

The jar is not too small, it looks like it can hold about 50 pounds, and it is filled with golden yellow liquor. The light beam of the flashlight shines on it, showing a beautiful amber color, which is very beautiful.

In the liquor, you can also see some medicinal materials, which Liu Qingshan can recognize are only a few such as wild ginseng and deer antler slices.

There are at least a dozen other medicinal herbs left.

Da Lao Li shook his head distressedly and said, All the authentic medicinal materials are soaked here, and the price is very expensive. The cost of a pound of medicinal wine like this is nearly four yuan.

Four yuan is indeed not low. At this time, Maotai was only 11 yuan, and Wuliangye was only six yuan and five!

The cost is only 4 yuan. If it enters the market, the price will be similar to that of Wuliangye. It is strange that someone can buy it.

However, Liu Qingshan was interested, and asked the keeper to open a glass jar, scoop out a little bit with wine grapes, and stick out his tongue to lick it.

In addition to the pungency, there was also a strong medicinal smell, which made him cough again and again.

The old man Li on the side hurriedly beat him on the back: There are tiger bones in this wine. It is good for treating rheumatism. My father-in-law is an old man with cold legs. Just drink two bottles.

Liu Qingshan slowed down and took a closer look at the wine jar. Sure enough, he found something that looked like a bone.

At this time, state-owned units rarely cheated, so Director Li's words had certain credibility.

But after the old man opened the chat box, he said more and more nonsense: This medicinal wine can not only cure rheumatism, but also has special effects.

What special effect?

This time, the question is Guo, the director of the flax factory.

The old man Li Hehe laughed twice: Anyway, after my father-in-law drank two bottles of medicinal wine, he was almost fifty years old, but he added another sister-in-law to me, and my daughter-in-law was giving birth to the first one at that time. Baby, the two of them are confinement together, hehe.

Just as he was so excited, he heard Liu Qingshan slap his hand beside him: Okay, let's use this medicinal wine to participate in the exhibition!

Can you do it?

Old Man Li was still a little worried.

Don't worry, I asked the production workshop to quickly get dozens of bottles out these days. As samples, it's best to make the wine bottles and the outer packaging more delicate.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan pointed to the big glass jar again: Bring me a jar at that time.

This is called increasing transparency, and the medicinal materials in it can be seen clearly, which increases the trust of consumers.

This is not the end, Liu Qingshan also asked Da Lao Li to list the names of the medicinal materials in the medicinal wine, as well as the effects of the medicinal wine, and write them down. When the time comes, he will translate them into English.

It is best to take some photos and make them into display boards.

What is the display board? The old man Li was in a circle again.

Liu Qingshan said with gestures, the old man Li finally understood, and said that he would go to the county TV station to ask reporters to take pictures.

Of course, there is the most important question, what about pricing?

The old man Li rubbed his rosacea: Then set it at four yuan a pound. If you don't lose this thing, you can earn it.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: What are you talking about, four yuan is the cost price, and the price is eight yuan. If there is no profit, aren't we busy working in vain?

What, eight dollars?

The old man Li stretched out his thumb and index finger, and made an eight gesture, which gave Liu Qingshan the feeling that it was a bit like the posture in the war of resistance movie.

The factory manager Guo next to him also trimmed his hair: Is it too expensive for eight yuan, more expensive than Wuliangye?

We are medicinal wine, for curing diseases.

Liu Qingshan knew that at this time, there were huge differences between domestic and foreign economic conditions.

On their side, eight yuan may be a worker's salary for a week; but in a developed country, it is not enough for people to earn in a day.

The old man Li shook his head: Impossible, such a high price, let alone sell it.

He has a straight temper, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can say whatever he wants, staring at Liu Qingshan: Liu, if you don't want to help, just tell me, why bother us in this way? What about the winery?

Liu Qingshan was also convinced: Director Li, if you don't believe it, how about we make a bet?

What kind of gambling?

Director Li, if I sell the medicinal wine, the profit from the price higher than 8 yuan will be owned by me. What do you think?

Haha, I'm gambling, don't say eight yuan, I'll do it for six!

The old man Li laughed loudly. He looked like a big old man, but he was thick and thin, and the things here could not be clearer.

If he does this, Comrade Xiao Liu will also have motivation. He will definitely try to help him sell the medicinal wine. He is tying Comrade Xiao Liu and their winery together.

Okay, then sign the contract!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be a little excited, such a win-win situation, wouldn't a fool agree to it?

However, when signing the contract, of course, it cannot be a bet between the two parties, but a formal purchase contract: the winery will sell this batch of medicinal wine to Liu Qingshan at the ex-factory price of eight yuan.

Of course, if a bottle is not sold at the Canton Fair, the contract will be void.

After arranging the winery, Director Guo of the flax factory urged Liu Qingshan to go to their factory.

When he was about to leave, Director Guo was still stubborn, poured two bottles of medicinal wine from the elder Li, and happily held it in his hand.

Da Lao Li kept sending out the door of the winery, still shouting: Lao Guo, you can drink it with confidence, as soon as you get up, you will definitely be able to get another little son!

This guy's voice was so loud that passersby looked at him. Director Guo, who was carrying Liu Qingshan on his back, lowered his head and kicked his pedals vigorously, and soon disappeared into the crowd.