In the square inside the village, people were wandering. The villagers who were originally hiding at home were shivering. When they heard that there were cheap wine, they couldn't sit still. They went out to buy some to save.

During the Chinese New Year, the Red Moon incident caused panic. If you don’t drink some wine, how can you get the courage to argue with your wife?

When Wang Ping'an drove Babos, he saw such a lively scene, which was even more lively than the market in the town.

The area where the most wine jars are placed is Jiuye’s family. He is the largest winemaker in the village and the most famous winemaker. The most villagers around his stall are around.

However, his wine is not cheap because of its good quality and some aged wine blended. In the village, they take high-end routes, most of which are dozens of yuan per pound.

Wang Xiaoqiang, who always wanted to become the number one winemaker in the village, often regarded Jiu Ye as his idol.

Unfortunately, Wang Xiaoqiang only knows how to brew sorghum wine. He can't make the complex Wuliang wine with good proportion and the amount of Daqu added. He failed several times to try it.

However, he was not convinced and had been searching for online brewing information and was working hard to study Wuliang brewing technology.

Because of this, the stall location that Wang Xiaoqiang chose was opposite Jiu Ye, and he clearly wanted to fight him.

When Wang Ping'an came over, he saw Wang Xiaoqiang shouting at the top of his voice: "Walking by, don't miss it. The sorghum wine brewed by the No. 1 brewer in Wangjing Village is crisp and refreshing, and the aftertaste is endless. If you don't buy it, come and have a look."

His father was so ashamed that he covered his face. He couldn't figure out why he was such an honest and loyal person, so he gave birth to such a son?

"Xiaoqiang, they are all from the village. Who doesn't know who? Are you tired of shouting like this?" Wang Ping'an's ears buzzed by his quarrel, and he complained casually.

"It's not tired or tired. Young people, there's some energy. I can shout that it's not tired for a day. By the way, Brother Erbao, do you want to buy wine? I store sorghum wine for more than a year and deal with it cheaply. I give it to others 35 per pound, and I only give you 30."

Wang Xiaoqiang came up with a smile and gave Wang Ping'an a cigarette. Seeing that he refused, he put it in his mouth.

Wang Ping'an didn't care about this little money, but he glanced at the three large wine jars they had put out, with price signs hanging on them, including ten yuan per pound, twenty yuan per pound, and thirty yuan per pound, but he just couldn't see the thirty-five yuan per pound of wine that Wang Xiaoqiang said.

This guy is full of talking about running trains and is used to fooling people, and he doesn't say a word of truth.

"What kind of sorghum wine is 35 per pound?" Wang Ping'an asked at three large wine jars.

"Ah...this...that...I marked the price wrong, but in fact this should be thirty-five-one pound." Wang Xiaoqiang pointed to the thirty-year-old wine jar and smiled awkwardly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his head.

"Oh, who's going to hit me..."

"I, your father!" Wang Xiaoqiang's father shouted in anger, pulled him aside, and smiled politely at Wang Ping'an, "Seibao, don't listen to Xiaoqiang's slutty balls. The price of wine sold in the village is transparent. The best wine this time is 31 pounds. There were some old wines that were ruined by that kid. If you want more, I can give you the greatest discount."

In the past, the old sorghum wines were myself in Wang Ping'an's hands. After ten times the flow rate of the warehouse, they have long become real "century-old wines", with mellow fragrance and golden color.

Wang Ping'an was too lazy to care about the price and thought that this sorghum wine had storage value, so he said, "Your sorghum wine is good. I want the best one. I want as much as I want. I sealed it with a ten-kilogram earthenware jar and sent it to my orchard."

"Ah? How many do you want? The best one is, my family has more than 20,000 kilograms, how can you really finish it?" Wang Xiaoqiang was extremely shocked and forgot about being beaten, so he came over and shouted.

Wang Ping'an said confidently and confidently: "Not to mention 20,000 kilograms, 100,000 kilograms can be finished... Uh, I won't brag anymore, I guess I can't put down the wine cellar at home. I only need the best quality batch of wine, seal it with a jar, and I can pay the jar fee separately."

"If you don't mention any discounts or not according to the original price of sorghum wine, I can give you the earthen pottery jar for free."

"Okay, the deal is completed. You can help me encapsulate it. I also have to go to Jiuye's stall to order a batch of Wuliangye wine." Wang Ping'an said, waved his hand and walked to the opposite side.

Wang Xiaoqiang cheered excitedly and said to his father: "Dad, we are rich! Erbao is so awesome. He bought all the high-quality sorghum wine that we had accumulated for a year."

Slap, he was slapped in the head again.

"Make a fortune! Our cost is not money? This is just a little hard-earned money. After all, our small winemaking workshop is just a small profit, haha, a small profit." The smile on the old man could no longer hold back and laughed excitedly.

The wine brewer at a stall next to him heard their trading conversation just now and shouted: "Old Wang, you have to treat you today. The cost of a pound of high-quality sorghum wine is only about ten yuan, and it is only two stupid... Erbao will not bargain, you will give as much as you want. Oh my God, thirty yuan per pound, you sell 20,000 pounds, and at least 600,000 yuan to earn money, and it is not so fast to grab the money."

Wang Xiaoqiang's father was so angry that he blushed and argued seriously: "Bad, you know what the hell is! I am aged high-quality sorghum wine, using the special qu process. It took me half a year to ferment just for fermentation. Your sorghum wine worth ten yuan per pound can have high-end quality like me, so I will follow your surname!"

"Haha, my surname is Wang, anyway, just let me go. Will you invite me to the guests?"

"Please, you have to." The old man glanced at Wang Ping'an not far away. Seeing that he was busy looking at Wuliangjiu, he breathed a sigh of relief and warned the neighbor, "Changfu, don't ruin my wealth. If this big business is completed, it will be enough to build a house for your nephew and marry a wife."

"Hehe, this is almost the same." The man just blackmailed a meal of wine and food, and at the same time he knew that his wine was a few streets away from Xiaoqiang's wine. He couldn't grab business from Wang Ping'an, so he stopped talking.

However, his inner jealousy cannot be calmed down in a short while.

"Xiaoqiang, you are watching the stall here. I call to order a pottery jar. All the high-quality sorghum wine is kept for Erbao. A pound cannot be taken out. We have to be honest."

"Yeah, dad, don't worry, I, Xiaoqiang, are not the kind of distrustful person." Wang Xiaoqiang patted his chest and promised.

With Wang Ping'an's hearing, no matter how far away he is, he can hear the conversation between them.

However, with his current wealth [Xinbiquge www.biqule.vip], he doesn't care about this little money. At the same time, he also wants to support the brewing industry in a village and prevent them from making more money. How can he have the ability to expand his business in the future?
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