"My mother beat me. I really wonder if it was my real mother."
Liu Qingwen cursed.
The reason for being beaten was very simple, because he broke the bamboo board used to shoot soybeans at home.
Chai Jin was not in the mood to listen to his cursing nonsense.
Holding hands behind his back: "Let's go to the winery."
Liu Qingwen thought of something behind him and chased after him: "Brother Jin, I heard something else today. Did you pay off your father's debt yesterday?"
"Return it." Chai Jin walked on the field ridge shrouded in the night, his eyes sharp.
"Damn, where did you get the money?"
"Nine thousand yuan, that's it!"
"I went to Zhonghai. Stop talking nonsense and walk faster."
Liu Qingwen
Chai Jin couldn't wait.
When the source of the money was mentioned, Chai Jin suddenly thought of something else.
At this stage, the stock market is in its infancy, and the concept that buying stocks means making money is deeply ingrained in the hearts of ordinary people.
If I remember correctly, in the previous life, the country had to queue up to control the chaos in the stock market.
Didn't you come up with something called a subscription certificate?
Many people's first pot of gold is the accumulation completed through subscription certificates.
This wave of wealth should not pass by before our eyes.
Chai Jin is planning again in his mind: he will go to Zhonghai again at the beginning of next year.
I always feel confident when I go to the Shenzhen market with a few dollars in my hand.
With the sound of insects buzzing in their ears, and the fragrance of harvested rice ears floating in the air, the two walked towards the distance together under the starlight.
Zhang Aiming of Daoxiang Winery is in his fifties this year.
He is an unsmiling person on weekdays.
Especially in recent years, people have become more and more reticent.
The reason is that the factory's sales are getting lower and lower.
It had been losing money for three consecutive years, and he had gotten wind of it from above.
The trend of enterprise restructuring is getting stronger and stronger. If it continues like this, it is estimated that dozens of people in their factory will be laid off.
Every night after the workers had left, he would pace back and forth in the factory alone with his hands behind his back.
He was anxiously thinking about where this factory, where his emotions for decades had rested, should go.
That night he was still walking around the factory.
But he was pulled to the kitchen by two young men from the village.
He knew Liu Qingwen, Liu Jianmin's son-in-law.
When nothing happens, he goes to Widow Wang's house and stares into Widow Wang's open collar.
This boy is famous in the village for not learning well.
As for the child of the Chai family, he had heard about it in the past few days.
There was a lot of trouble, and I don't know where I got a large sum of money to pay off the debt.
Unable to withstand Liu Jianmin's constant abuse.
Finally, the frog meat they brought was fried in the factory kitchen.
After a glass of wine, they chatted.
I originally thought that these two kids were so idle that they came here to find someone to fuck them with.
The result was good, Chai Minguo's son made a suggestion that made him silent for a long time.
He wants to contract Daoxiang Winery!
He frowned and put down the cup in his hand with a serious face.
"Enterprise restructuring is the general trend, and some places are already trying the contract system, but where do you get the money to contract?"
Chai Jin didn't talk nonsense and took out a few wads of banknotes from his pocket: "Is thirty thousand yuan enough?"
Liu Qingwen's eyes widened: "Brother Jin, you really went to Zhonghai to rob!"
Chai Jin frowned: "Don't interrupt, let Uncle Zhang speak."
Zhang Aimin's eyebrows are even more pronounced.
He looked at the cash on the table again and again.
After a long time, he said: "Does your father, the Republic of China, know about this?"
Chai Jin showed a sophistication that was beyond his age: "This is my business and has nothing to do with my dad."
"Uncle Zhang, your ancestral recipe should not be defeated by some fake Zhuang wines on the market."
"It shouldn't be buried like this."
It's okay if I don't say it, but I will explode when I mention Zhang Aimin.
"Don't tell me about those things made from alcohol. Is that called wine? Sooner or later, several people will be drunk to death!"
He cursed a lot.
After getting tired of scolding, he looked at Chai Jin unconsciously.
It was this look that stunned Zhang Aimin.
The aura emanating from these eyes did not look like a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old at all.
On the contrary, his rudeness and cursing seemed very immature in front of this young man.
A very strange feeling.
With real money and silver in front of him, he knew that the Chai family's son was not just here to show off.
He said calmly: "Tell me, if this factory really lets you contract, what are you going to do?"
"How?" Chai Jin smiled: "Within three months, I made the wine in the winery the best-selling wine in the county."
"As for how to do it, let's first determine whether we can cooperate."
Zhang Aiming shook his head instinctively: "Young people are full of energy and think things are too simple. This is normal."
"Xiao Jin, your family's life is also difficult. Although I don't know how you got the money, you'd better not lose it in the winery and use it to improve your father's life."
"It's not easy to build a house and it's not easy for your dad to be the one pulling you all together."
"Uncle Zhang, do you think I'm joking?" Chai Jin burst out with extremely strong will.
"This is an issue related to the livelihood of dozens of people in the factory. Do you really want to see everyone at this age still laid off and unable to make a living?"
These words touched Zhang Aimin's mind.
Zhang Aimin took another sip of wine.
The smell of alcohol went down the throat and went straight into the heart, feeling like a knife piercing the heart.
It took him a long time to speak: "Then tell me what you are going to do first. I am responsible for your father, Chai Minguo."
Chai Jin knew that if he didn't talk about it today, Zhang Aimin would definitely not let go.
Just like that, he talked about a small bottle distribution method.
Very unique, the total price is lowered, and the concept of small bites of pleasure is used to hit the market.
Of course, Chai Jin did not explain how to package and promote it.
It's not that he doesn't believe in people, but that he understands a truth after living for more than forty years in his previous life.
It would be foolish to throw away your cards right from the start.
If the opponent takes your trump card and just kicks you away, can you do it yourself?
Why do I take you with me to get a share of the pie?
Zhang Aimin did feel that Chai Jin had a common problem among young people at first.
He likes to blow water, and his knowledge and practice are inconsistent.
But as he listened, he began to look at Chai Minguo's youngest son solemnly.
The ideas are clear and the methods are feasible.
Conquering the world with a small bottle of wine is a good way.
More importantly, he felt that Chai Jin must still have many reservations.
He suddenly felt that he was really old and had been eliminated by this market.
How about giving young people a chance?
After changing his mind, Zhang Aimin finally said: "The contracting of the winery still needs the approval of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission."
"I, the factory manager, can't make the decision."
Chai Jin breathed a sigh of relief, half of the matter was settled.
The winery has been losing money every year. It is estimated that the government has long had the idea of restructuring.
If someone takes the lead at this time and is willing to contract the winery, why not let him try?
However, Chai Jin added: "Uncle Zhang, there is another matter. I hope you can cooperate with me."