(The overall change...simplified it.)

Zhou Ye’s boss, Mr. Hu, was stunned for a long time after listening to Mr. Chen’s words.

There were a thousand slaps in his heart that he wanted to say, but he couldn't even say a word.

He really couldn't imagine that the "seasoning bag" in his eyes was so expensive.

But when you think about it carefully, you feel normal.

The famous wines he drank were even more expensive than this one.

But is any of those wines really better than Zhuang Dad’s wine?

No.

However, if you get used to other people's high profile, you will not be able to accept this pricing from state companies for a while.

He opened his mouth several times, and finally said only one sentence: "You...just be happy."

He stood up subconsciously and wanted to leave, but after a few seconds, he suddenly sat down again.

Sure enough, I was still unwilling to give up!

"Uncle Lao Zhuang, even if your winery is positioned as a high-end, you always need an agent..."

"We already have enough distribution channels in the state." Mr. Chen didn't want to cooperate with Mr. Hu very much. Although Zhou Ye had the face... but if Zhou Ye had not had the face, he would probably not have seen Mr. Zhuang.

"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 yet. If necessary, we will definitely consider Shihua Trade." Vice President Chen was fine.

"Then you should have low-end products too... Nowadays, high-end alone is not enough to eat." High-end wines are luxury goods, and they will be subject to heavy taxes after entering the market, especially when exporting, with higher taxes.

Not to mention that the world economy has been sluggish in recent years and even the states have not bought into international luxury goods, major luxury goods giants have sold their own products and were acquired by some manufacturers that specialize in civilian products.

It can be said that these luxury brands are far less glorious than their surface.

"For low-end products, our Zhuangji Liquor House does not plan to do it. Zhuangji Liquor House only focuses on high-end products, but it may develop a sub-brand. These are still long-term plans. There are no relevant plans yet. After all, our current flagship products are still in short supply..."

Thinking of the crowd outside who were looking for a disease-relieving wine, Mr. Hu finally gave up.

Yes, the flagship products of Zhuangji Winehouse are indeed too in short supply.

Having come this time, have you gained nothing?

Mr. Hu looked back at Zhou Ye and the supervisor behind him. They were just here to have a meal, and didn't say a word?

This time, Mr. Hu almost burst into anger and saw the two of them plucking Zhou Ye's backpack and counting something.

There was a young man next to him at some point, holding his shoulders, watching the two of them counting.

...

Dad Zhuang was absent-mindedly listening to the conversation between Vice President Chen and President Hu, but his mind had already run away.

After the application of "Brewing Master" was rejected, Mr. Chen also found a lot of contacts to find out what was going on and whether he could appeal.

However, there are not many winemaking masters in the state that can be recognized by the wine industry association. Mr. Chen found a lot of connections before he found the only gold-medal winemaking master in the state. This gold-medal winemaking master is considered the Taishan Beidou of the state's white wine. His surname is Ji. Because he is very old and has a high seniority, people in the circle call him Mr. Ji.

At a wine tasting party in Puerto Rico, Mr. Chen met him once, and he was still in love with him, so he left a contact information.

Now Mr. Ji's disciples are already big shots in the liquor circle in the state, and he has long been incubated and has not been out of the world for a long time. He is a real veteran. If anyone in the state can understand the inside story of the wine industry association, it must be him.

But his answer made Zhuang Dad feel like he was poured into a pot of cold water in his pocket.

When Mr. Ji heard Mr. Chen’s question, he spoke in a lot of disdain:

"The winemaker certification of the winemaker association is not so easy to obtain. Every year, countless people are rejected. Everyone feels that they are wronged. Unless the gold medal master who is the main evaluation takes the initiative to withdraw the evaluation, the winemaker association will not accept the appeal in principle. Moreover, the rejection will be regarded as an important compound standard. Even if you reapply for the next year, the previous shortcomings must be improved before you can pass it."

In other words, Zhuang’s “artistic nature” must be, otherwise he will never be able to apply again.

Then, Mr. Ji said bitterly again: "Xiao Chen, as a senior, I would like to advise you, instead of wanting to appeal, you should practice your internal skills and make up for your shortcomings. Otherwise, if you want to take shortcuts all day, it would be just a wrong way. My disciples and grandchildren all day want to go to the back door from me all day long. I have beaten them all back. Don't think about it..."

Mr. Chen was amused and cried, saying, "But his comment is too outrageous, why is it not artistic enough..."

"In my opinion, this comment is not outrageous. Isn't it art to pursue the ultimate skill? Brewing wine is like painting, all is art. If your winemakers don't realize this, they are probably not capable enough."

Mr. Chen really wanted to scold his mother, but the other party was a respected senior in the brewing industry. He didn't know how to refute it, so he could only tell him truthfully to Zhuang Dad.

Dad Zhuang frowned when he heard this.

Zhuang’s father is a winery worker. To be honest, he doesn’t know anything about art or art. Isn’t brewing a wine to make good wine?

Why is artistic more important than good taste?

Dad Zhuang really realized that he was of different class from these winemakers! He didn’t understand what they thought!

Zhuang’s father was puzzled and his head hurt so much that he simply called Zhuang Buyuan: “Son, your friend Zhou Ye is here, come quickly. Stop and help me think about how to make wine, what does it have to do with art? I can’t figure it out…”

Zhou Ye is here?

Zhuang Buyuan didn't find out whereabouts of Munuma, and he felt a little unhappy when he heard that Zhou Ye was coming.

When he arrived at the winery, he said a few words to Zhuang's father first, so that he would not be influenced by these crazy words.

"Dad, what kind of art is not artistic? Don't listen to them nonsense. They are jealous of you. The wine you brew is the best in the world!"

"I brewed good wine, I admit it, but..." Dad Zhuang was actually guilty.

His wine is delicious, but is it really his credit? I'm afraid the manor accounts for the majority.

Has his skills really reached the point of perfection? No.

Zhuang is not far away but not as much as Zhuang’s father thinks.

Dad, don’t worry, when I find this Munuma bastard and make him an abstract painting, he will know what art is!

What is art? Whoever has the largest slap is art!

After comforting Zhuang's father, Zhuang saw Zhou Ye and a middle-aged man holding his backpack and counting something inside.

"188,189...190...190 packs left..." The supervisor suddenly slapped Zhou Ye on the shoulder: "I'll go, Xiao Zhou, go and sell all these! This is three million, you'll get rich!"

"Shh..." Zhou Ye glared at him, saying this in front of Uncle Lao Zhuang, why do you make me feel embarrassed, although I really want to sell it now.

"Zhou Ye, you drink very quickly!" Zhuang Buyuan wondered, "I drank ten packs that night! Good alcohol content!"

"No, we just drank two packs last night."

"No." Zhuang Buyuan blinked, "I remember my dad took two big bags for you. They were all packed by the machine, with 100 bags per pack. Weighing according to the weight, you will almost never make any mistakes..."

Zhou Ye looked at the supervisor: "Has anyone taken it in the office?"

"No, I've been packing it in my bag, except last night..."

"I'll go...those Fusang guests, won't they?"

"Damn it, the old thief of Kinunuma! Not only do he talk nonsense, but he also steals our strains?"

Wait, you seem to talk about Kinunu?

Zhuang’s father and Zhuang’s ears were both raised.

Is it easy to find a place without any effort to find it?

"Yes, Master Munuma has also cooperated with our company. Uncle Lao Zhuang, you and Master Munuma also know each other... Uh." Mr. Hu originally thought that this was a breakthrough point. Maybe as a wine brewing master, Uncle Lao Zhuang and Master Munuma can appreciate each other?

But before he finished speaking, he saw Uncle Lao Zhuang's face blushing and his neck was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. He knew that this was probably not mutual appreciation, but an orangutan attack. It was probably a life that the two of them would be killed when they met.

It was not just Lao Zhuang, who mentioned the name of Master Munuma. In the entire brewery, one of them was counted as one, and all of them changed their faces.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the small bag in Zhou Ye's hand and suddenly laughed: "After talking for a long time, the so-called art is to steal other people's things."

If this is also considered art, then I am also good at it!

Violence is also an art, right?

Today I will let you see why the flowers are so red!

The village was not far away and was afraid that the owner would not be able to find. Now that he finally found the person, it would be easy to deal with. He waved his hand: "Come on, I'll fight with the owner!"

Mr. Hu saw that the village was not far away and greeted him, and there were a lot of people coming out of nowhere. They all had strange shapes and were wearing very strange big cats and dogs. He was so scared that he grabbed Zhou Ye's hand: "Xiao Zhou, what are you, a classmate, doing!"

Could it be that it is a gangster?

The problem is that Zhou Ye doesn't know either.

Is this still our owner? The owner of the owner is so terrible!

Outside the winery gate, the old policeman Uncle Hua took several of his colleagues and just got out of the car.

He has been investigating the smuggling incident of curing the disease wine these two days. Now he has finally found some clues and plans to come to inform Zhuang’s father about the progress, but he saw a group of people going out in a daze.

The gentle and grey-haired professor Gao Cai I had seen before, holding a wooden stick in one hand and holding a few dogs in the other, full of murderous aura. Where did he look as gentle as before?

"What's wrong?" Uncle Hua wondered, and saw a fat man who was almost crying from the side: "Uncle Police, stop them quickly, they are going to kill someone!"

Mr. Hu and Zhuangji Wineworks cannot cooperate, and they still have to go back to cooperate with Baishuang Wineworks. If the fight starts now, what should we do?

Uncle Hua had an impulse after hearing him say something in a few words.

I heard nothing, I knew nothing!

Damn this is definitely a pitfall!
To be continued...