This time, not only did the branch of Yuechi participate in the negotiations, but people from the city and provincial branches also came. The amount of funds of more than 300 million is not high, but it can't be helped, that is, Fule Wine Industry is indeed developing very well now.
Excellent companies will never lack the participation of banks.
After resolving the debt problem, Han Songlin was finally free of debt.
Of course, the number of shares in Han Songlin's hands had also decreased quite a bit.
In total, Han Songlin held 85% of the shares in Fule Wine, and the remaining 15% were jointly held by several banks.
Next, he could safely consider how to spend his debt-free days.
It was said that in his previous life, he owed the bank money, and in this life, he actually partnered with the bank to do business, which was really quite interesting.
'Chairman Han, here is a list of people interested in becoming provincial distributors,' said Liu Xiaomei as she walked in with a list in her hands.
The list contained the names of wine distributors from all over the country who wanted to become distributors for Fule Wines.
In order to recruit strong distributors, Fule Wines had also placed advertisements in newspapers.
So the list that Han Songlin eventually saw had more than 200 names.
This made it difficult to make a decision!
'In that case, you reply to them and hold a dealer conference in Rongcheng a week later, and invite them to attend.'
Why didn't Han Songlin hold it in the music garden?
It's simple. There wouldn't be enough space for so many people.
It's embarrassing. There isn't even a decent hotel in the music garden.
It's better to just hold it in Rongcheng, it's not far.
After the dealers are confirmed, just take them on a tour of Fule Wine.
In addition, with a week's buffer, samples of Fulechun wine, Fule wine, and Fule puree from Fule Liquor can also be made.
This time, three new wines will be launched directly. Han Songlin really has no idea if they will be accepted by the market.
Anyway, Fulechun wine must work, and Han Songlin has already arranged for someone to shoot the advertisement.
The professional advertising company was hired to do the filming, and the advertising budget is still one million.
A million yuan for a film shoot, in 1993, no, it's already 1994 now. In 1994, a million yuan could already afford a film shoot.
It's mainly because the cost of filming a movie in China is relatively low.
Special effects and whatnot, there's basically none of that.
That being said, when it comes to special effects, I'll take the 1983 version of Journey to the West. Even if you watch it in 2020, you still won't feel that there's anything jarring about the special effects.
Although the special effects were poor, they were perfectly integrated.
Unlike some movies, where the special effects are great, but they just look out of place.
With a budget of one million yuan, Han Songlin's demands were high, and there were also different versions of the commercial to film, so in the end, it wasn't that high.
That morning, Han Songlin had just woken up, and Yang Xiufang had already taken Han Ting to kindergarten.
There was some quiet in the house, and Zhang Suyun, who usually got up early, was not in the living room.
A little puzzled, is she watching TV in the house?
Han Songlin knocked on Zhang Suyun's closed door and pushed it open.
In the family, the doors to each room are basically not locked or anything.
Except for Han Songlin and their bedroom, after all, there are daily activities, so don't let people suddenly come in and see.
Han Songlin pushed open the door, looked at the TV that had been turned on and the volume lowered, and saw Zhang Suyun sitting on the bed watching TV with a quilt as a pillow!
Han Songlin suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
In that split second, Han Songlin had thought of a lot.
Even a memory from his childhood came to mind.
Han Ze was being held in his mother's arms, and Zhang Suyun was lying on the bed, unable to speak clearly, trembling and calling for He Hui to bring candy from the cupboard to Han Ze.
Han Ze never saw his second grandmother again after that!
How old was Han Ze when he was being held in his mother's arms?
'Mom!' Han Songlin suppressed the lump in his throat and the tears that wanted to well up in his eyes.
'Get up!' Zhang Suyun's face wore a kind smile as she patted the edge of the bed and motioned for Han Songlin to sit down and talk.
Han Songlin suddenly realised something: according to history, Zhang Suyun's life was about to come to an end.
'Well, I've just got up. What do you want to eat this morning? I'll go and get it.'
Zhang Suyun looked at Han Songlin strangely: 'My mother-in-law will be back soon with the buns. She's already cooked the congee.'
In other words, breakfast is all set, so what else do you need to do?
Han Songlin also felt that he had rambled a bit, so he steadied his thoughts and asked, 'What about lunch?'
'Aren't you going to work?'
'Oh, I'm off today! I'll stay at home with you.'
Zhang Suyun was not at all grateful. When you get old, you go senile, right?
'You'd better go keep your wife company. I, an old woman, don't need your company!'
This childish remark is something that every old person often says.
'Haha, I think the weather is pretty good today. Do you want to go to the temple with me?'
Zhang Suyun was tempted. When she was in the village, she often went to the temple.
In the surrounding villages and towns, whenever there was a temple fair, she and Grandma Han Ze would go for a walk.
'Today is not a meeting day, so we'll go when there's a meeting!'
Han Songlin: 'That's fine. When there's a meeting, you let me know and I'll drive you there, and then in the afternoon, I'll come and pick you up when it's time.'
After chatting with Zhang Suyun, Han Songlin gently closed the door.
Back in the bedroom, he sat by the bed without saying a word.
At this time, Liu Yuyan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair, saw Han Songlin sitting there in a daze through the mirror and was a little surprised.
Turning back to look at Han Songlin, a trace of doubt flashed across Liu Yuyan's beautiful face: 'What's wrong with you?'
'Nothing, just thinking about something! By the way, have you noticed anything unusual about Mum's health lately?'
Liu Yuyan, who had been sitting with some languidness, suddenly sat up straight. What did Han Songlin mean by asking this question?
Could it be that Mum's health was not good?
'No, is Mum sick?'
Han Songlin saw that Liu Yuyan was nervous and knew that he seemed to have scared her.
He shook his head gently: 'No, I was just thinking about going for a physical examination the other day or something. The earlier you discover it, the sooner you can treat it.'
Many illnesses, which were originally minor, can be dragged on and become incurable if you don't take them seriously.
You should still go for annual physical examinations and the like.
Greatly relieved, Liu Yuyan patted her chest, which felt surging.
Han Songlin saw it, but that was about it.
At this moment, Han Songlin really had no interest.
All along, Han Songlin has felt that he is a relatively indifferent person; he looks at life, old age, sickness and death very calmly.
Today, he realised that he just took it for granted that he would feel very indifferent about it all.
Every time he hears that someone familiar has passed away, Han Songlin doesn't show anything on his face, but in his heart, he will silently recall those past memories.
Sadness, definitely there will be!
Liu Yuyan sat down next to Han Songlin and gently hugged him, 'If you have anything to say, don't keep it inside, it will make you sick!'
Han Songlin let a smile appear on his face, "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about Mom's health!'
'Mom's health is very good!" Liu Yuyan said, a little unconvinced herself.
How was her mother-in-law's health, and she still couldn't know?