Reborn 1980, the wicked girl of the lame rough man

Chapter 80 I Confess

"You don't need to do the sales, I will figure out a way by myself, you just go and make these bayberries into bayberry wine."

After her death, her soul followed her, and the most important thing was to broaden her horizons.

The development of the future world is like opening the door to a new world.

Before opening this door, no one will know how wonderful the new world is.

Only by opening the door to this new world, can we know what kind of world we are in and what this world will become.

"Don't sell those fake wines that have been mixed with water. You can roughly divide our bayberry wine into high-alcohol, medium-alcohol and low-alcohol wines. The formula of low-alcohol wines is strictly in accordance with what I wrote above. Can it be done?" Chen Jingshu Looking at the master craftsmen of several wineries.

At this time, if it weren't for the old master who still needs to support his family, I really don't want to work in this winery, and I can only nod in agreement when I get on the thief boat.

I thought that a few unreliable managers had left, but the people who took over were even more unreliable, and they could only lament the decline of this industry.

In fact, Chen Jingshu could see the helplessness of these people, but she knew how fierce the competition in the wine industry was.

Whether it is high-end or low-end liquor, there has never been a single coastal southern company like them.

They are more famous for rice wine, so if they want to kill a bloody road, they can only find another way.

After communicating with the master craftsman of the winery about the wine, Chen Jingshu started running the glass factory.

The original packaging was too ugly, and it was all the same and had no special features at all.

Fortunately, the farm really has everything. In order not to let the fertilizer and water fall into the fields of outsiders, no matter it is the production of glass bottles or the printing of packaging paper, it is all one-stop.

In this way, she doesn't need to run around, just come to the door with the drawn drawings.

When Chen Jingshu was busy, Yangmei was also listed, and the time for listing Yangmei was very short.

After a few rains, people suddenly found that the original red bayberry festival was only mediocre. It took only half a month, and all the bayberry stalls on the road were withdrawn.

At the end of the red bayberry season, first the local newspapers lamented that the red bayberry season is short, and then the major broadcasters also said that this year's red bayberry is full of thunder and rain.

In the broadcast, the sweet and slightly sad voice of the host described the brevity of the red bayberry season, as if he was still reminiscing about the taste of red bayberry between his lips and teeth.

Then the host changed the subject, but said that there was no bayberry and bayberry wine, and also mentioned various effects of bayberry wine on the radio.

The newspapers suddenly released a lot of soft articles describing bayberry wine, with pictures of various drinks that bayberry wine can make, even people who can't drink can taste the taste of bayberry wine.

In the evening, when Chen Jingshu returned to Lu Ting's residence tiredly, she saw a newspaper on the table.

Lu Ting put the food on the table, and then pushed the newspaper in front of Chen Jingshu.

"The newspaper is very exciting." Chen Jingshu read the contents of the newspaper and said.

Lu Ting kept staring at her.

"If you look at me, I don't have any flowers on my face, let alone money."

"Who is this Dongqing?" Lu Ting pointed to an article signed on it.

"You ask me how do I know?" Chen Jingshu was so hungry that she answered without slowing down chopsticks.

"Someone seems to have these two words in their name, isn't it you?" Lu Ting once again handed the newspaper to Chen Jingshu, not letting her avoid it.

"Can we not talk about business while eating?" Chen Jingshu took the newspaper from his hand.

Seeing that Lu Ting was still staring at her, she simply raised her hand: "I confess, it's me. Isn't this to save publicity costs? How effective is it?"

(End of this chapter)