Chapter 421: : Can't run

(Overall changed ... I went along a bit.)
After listening to President Chen's words, President Zhou Zong's boss Hu was silent for a long time.
There were a thousand bedrooms in his heart that he wanted to say, but he couldn't say a word.
He couldn't imagine that the "seasoning bag" in his eyes was so expensive.
But when you think about it, it feels normal.
The prices of the famous wines he drank were even higher than this, and they were more.
But is any of those wines really better than Chuang's?
No.
But accustomed to the height of other people's homes, this kind of pricing cannot be accepted by enterprises in the state for a while.
He opened his mouth several times, and only said one sentence in the end: "You ... just be happy."
He got up subconsciously and wanted to leave, but after a few seconds, he suddenly sat down again.
Sure enough, I am still unwilling!
"Uncle Laozhuang, even if your distillery is positioned high-end, you still need an agent ..."
"We already have enough distribution channels in the state." President Chen didn't really want to cooperate with this president Hu. Although there is Zhou Yan's face in ... but if it is not Zhou Yan's face, it is estimated that he would not see it. Father's face.
"What about outside the state? You always need channels outside the state."
"We also have plans outside the state, but there is no detailed plan at present. If necessary, we will definitely consider World China Trade." Vice President Chen leaked.
"Then you should always have low-end products ... these days, high-end wine is not enough to eat." High-end wine can be called a luxury product. After entering the market, it will be subject to heavy taxes, especially when exporting. Taxes are higher.
Not to mention the recent global economic downturn. Even after the state's luxury goods are not even bought by the state, the major luxury goods giants have sold themselves, and have been acquired by some major civilian products manufacturers.
It can be said that these luxury brands are far less beautiful than their appearance.
"For low-end products, we do not plan to make Zhuangji Winery. Zhuangji Winery only makes high-end products, but it may develop a sub-brand. These are still long-term plans. There are no relevant plans for the time being. Fist products are still in short supply ... "
Thinking of the crowd outside buying sick wine, President Hu finally gave up.
Yeah, the fist products of Zhuangji Distillery are really in short supply.
Was there such a trip without any gain?
President Hu glanced at Zhou Zhen and the supervisor behind him. These two were just following to eat rice, didn't he say a word?
This time, President Hu almost exploded his head, and saw that the two were picking up Zhou's backpack and counting something.
I don't know when a young man appeared next to him, holding his shoulders and watching the numbers.
...
Father Zhuang listened absently to the conversation between Vice President Chen and President Hu, but his mind had already run away.
After the "Master of Winemaking" application was rejected, President Chen also found a lot of relationships to find out what was going on, can you appeal?
However, there are not many wine masters in the state that can be recognized by the Wine Industry Association. President Chen found a lot of relationships before finding the only gold wine master in the state. This gold wine master is the Taishan Beidou of the state liquor. The last name is Ji, because of his age and seniority, people in the circle call him Ji Lao.
At a wine tasting in Puerto Rico, Mr. Chen had a relationship with him at the beginning, and it was a treaty to get along, leaving a way of contact.
Now Ji Lao's disciples and grandchildren are already in the state's liquor circle, and he himself has been taken care of by the mountains for a long time, and he will not be out of the rivers and lakes for a long time. It must be him.
But his answer made Zhuang's father feel like he was being thrown into a puddle of cold water.
Ji Lao heard a lot of questions from President Chen, and was quite disdainful in his tone:
"The Wine Industry Association's wine master certification is not so easy to obtain. Every year, countless people are rejected. Everyone feels that they are wrong. Unless the main judge's gold medal master takes the initiative to retract the assessment, the Wine Industry Association will not accept it Appeal. And rejection will be regarded as an important composite standard. Even if you reapply in the next year, you must improve the previous shortcomings to pass. "
In other words, this "artistic" of Zhuang Dad must be present, otherwise he will never be able to apply again.
Afterwards, Ji Lao bitterly said, "Xiao Chen, as a senior, I would advise you that instead of complaining, you might as well practice your internal skills and make up for your shortcomings, otherwise you want to take shortcuts all day That's just a crooked path. My disciples and grandchildren all wanted to walk through the back door from me all day, and I beat them all back, you, don't even think about it ... "
Mr. Chen couldn't help crying and said, "But his comment is too outrageous, what is not artistic enough ..."
"In my opinion, this comment is not outrageous. We are pursuing the ultimate in craftsmanship, isn't it just art? Winemaking is like painting, it's all art. If your winemakers don't realize this, most of them are not enough. "
President Chen really wanted to scold his mother, but the other party was a prestigious senior in the brewing industry. He didn't know how to refute, and he could only tell it to his father.
Father Chuang frowned.
Dad Zhuang was born in a small winery. To be honest, he doesn't know anything about art or art. Isn't it necessary to make good wine?
Why is art more important than good taste?
Dad Zhuang really realized that he was different from these winemakers! Don't understand what they think!
Dad Zhuang has been a long time, so-called art is to steal other people's things. "
If this is considered art, then I am also very good at it!
Violence is also an art, right?
Today I will show you why the flowers are so red!
Zhuang was afraid that he could not find the Lord. Now that he finally found someone, it was easy to handle. He waved his hand: "Come here, go with the owner!"
When President Hu saw Zhuang not far from saying hello, he didn't know where a lot of people came out. One by one was strangely long, and he also carried very strange big cats and dogs. Hand: "Xiao Zhou, what are you doing, classmate!"
Could it be a triad?
The problem is that Zhou Yan doesn't know.
Is this still our owner? The current owner is terrible!
Outside the brewery door, the old policeman Uncle Hua took his colleagues and just got out of the car.
He has been investigating the smuggling of ailment wine for the past two days, and now he finally has some clues. He plans to come and tell his father about the progress and see a crowd of men going out.
The gentle-mannered, gray-haired professor Gao Crab, who had met before, was holding a wooden stick in one hand, and holding a few fierce dogs in one hand, and was very aggressive.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Hua wondered, and saw a fat man who was crying, "Uncle Police, you are going to stop them, they are going to kill!"
President Hu and Zhuangji Distillery failed to cooperate, and they still had to go back to cooperate with Baishuang Distillery. If they fight now, what would be better?
Uncle Hua heard an impulse after listening to his two or two sentences.
I didn't hear anything, I didn't know anything!
Damn this is definitely a pit!
Another foreign guest and uncle Zhuang, I want to retire alive!
But things are coming, what can he do? After glaring for a long time, he finally clenched his teeth and followed.
...
Shihua Trade, several top executives and negotiators from Baishuang Distillery, are still grinding in vain.
Between the virtual and the snake, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a group of people swarmed in, yelling loudly: "Where is Mujin Bastard!"
"Who are you and what are you doing! We are Fuso!"
"The hibiscus are amazing, they are the fugus devils who steal things!"
"Stop it!" Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Uncle Hua quickly stopped the two sides: "I'm a police officer. Anything to say well, what's going on? Who knows?"
With the involvement of Uncle Hua, the fight was not up.
And Uncle Hua was not at all light-hearted. This is a big deal. He can't handle it!
And when it comes to foreign guests, Ma Huo will be jabbed by accident.
The big things are small, the little things are small, anyway, they were all dealt with before.
After reporting to his superiors, his superior's reply was to let his heart go awry.
"Laohua, I think this situation is a bit wrong. Stealing common strains is okay to say, after all, wine is only delicious, it is just wine ... What if they come to steal the formula of sick wine?"
This sentence gave Uncle Hua a little hesitation in his heart, and he knew that he had to poke this horse honeycomb.
Once it is true?
The police involved in the investigation, but the people of Baishuang Distillery were anxious. They used the excuse to say that Fuso had important business affairs to leave.
These people know that there will only be one result of the survey, and they are even more anxious.
As an old policeman, Uncle Hua is too good at checking words and feelings, and instinctively feels wrong, no ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Can't let these people go!
Fortunately, they have a very good excuse for filing a case, that is, the lost financial value is very high, which has exceeded 100,000 yuan! This is a very serious case!
"Mr. Zhuang, things are a little bad right now." Uncle Hua spent a whole afternoon gathering all kinds of evidence, doing detailed investigations, and making notes, dragging Zhuang not far away.
"Now, I personally think that Baishuang Distillery has stolen our strains ... but Kinuma has already left a few of them. Will they steal the recipe for sickness wine?"
Uncle Hua has gone through a certain age.
At that time, the Fuso people stole many excellent techniques in the state under the pretext of visiting. Now, when I think of it, Uncle Hua will shoot his thigh.
Although time has changed, what has been stolen is always stolen.
"If they really stole the technology of anti-disease wine, with the technical strength of Fusang, maybe it will be copied soon. What can the old man's distillery do? Do? Why do you say that you are so careless, why don't you be optimistic about these strains? Can you give such important things to others? "
Zhuang not far didn't expect that Uncle Hua thought so much.
Zhuang's sickness wine really earned him a superb reputation.
But he wasn't worried, saying: "Relax, they can't run!"
Not to mention the strains they stole, there is no way to reproduce, and it is not a strain to cure disease wine at all.
It doesn't matter if they run away, big deal we chase Fuso!
Stole my things and still want to run?
It's so underestimated that I'm not far away.
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