I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Tang Shitang frowned, but in the end he didn't scold his daughter, but said to Shi Qinghai: "Xiao Hai, this is the special Dahongpao of Wuyi Mountain. You have been drinking tea for so many years, don't you really understand tea?"

Shi Qinghai drank another cup of tea, ordered it twice, and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't understand, it's that I don't want to understand. I don't want to distinguish between high and low tea, as long as it's tea."

Tang Wu held back her anger and poured tea for Shi Qinghai.

Tang Shitang finished sipping it, let out a breath, and said, "But this tea has different grades, and different qualities."

Shi Qinghai finished his tea, looked at Tang Shitang, and asked seriously: "What is high and what is low? They all grow in nature, and there is no distinction between high and low."

Tang Shitang was silent for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile: "It seems that you really don't understand, Xiao Hai, otherwise you will naturally judge the quality."

Shi Qinghai nodded, and said in a deep thought: "Actually, what uncle said is right, there is indeed a difference between high and low tea. But the high and low of tea is not determined by tea to us, but by people."

"Different people have different choices, and I don't want to make this choice."

With the summer wind blowing and the sun shining on his back, Shi Qinghai's words, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, left Tang Shitang speechless for a long time, and it also touched Tang Wu's heart lightly.

The anger in her heart dissipated unconsciously.

Shi Qinghai, would he say such things?

Why do you feel that Shi Qinghai is a little different this time?

She stretched out her arms and poured tea for Shi Qinghai.

This time, half a cup.

Tang Shitang was silent for a long time, and asked, "Why?"

Shi Qinghai finished the tea again, glanced at Tang Wu and Tang Shitang, smiled and said: "Drinking tea is a kind of mood. If you are in the mood, is the level of tea so important?"

"Just like love, it is not the best that suits you best. The one that suits you best is the best."

Seeing that the teacup was empty, Tang Wu hesitated, and poured tea for Shi Qinghai again.

Shi Qinghai sighed, with a little sadness in his eyes: "I often have the feeling that my body can be placed anywhere, but my soul doesn't know where to wander."

"I can achieve success casually, and achieve achievements that ordinary people can't reach in their lifetime; I can spend a lot of money, and the dignity of those socialites will be lost; The entire Fuzhou economy has been paralyzed."

"But is it interesting?"

Shi Qinghai looked at his unfamiliar fingers, and said softly: "Does the so-called sky city really exist? Why can't I see it clearly once? I have been searching, always looking, but I have never had a clear direction , have never been reminded by others, one, two, three, four, spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter what, it is finally coming to an end."

The breeze is blowing, and the fallen leaves are falling.

Could it be that the life of fallen leaves is just to return to their roots?

The three fell silent.

"Ha ha!"

The sudden laughter broke the thinking of the two of them and broke the slightly heavy atmosphere.

Shi Qinghai smiled casually: "I'm sorry uncle, I got off topic, haha, let's talk about business next, or this time will be for nothing!"

Tang Shitang shook his head with a smile: "What you young people are thinking, I, an old man, don't understand."

"But uncle, I also have a message for you!"

"Don't be too entangled in the present, and don't worry too much about the future. Cherish the present and try to be yourself. When you have experienced something, the scenery in front of you is different from before."

Shi Qinghai smiled sincerely, held the tea with both hands, and lowered the cup halfway.

"Tea instead of wine, thank you uncle."

Chapter 43 The Shock of Tang Shitang

"Uncle Tang, this time I'm investing in a project that you have tried before - beer!"

Speaking of this, Tang Shitang frowned and asked, "Xiao Hai, you want to enter the beer industry again, so what do you think is wrong with uncle's previous investment?"

Shi Qinghai shook his head with a smile: "Based on Uncle Tang's old-fashioned experience, how could he make a mistake?"

"I personally think that Uncle Tang just failed to do two things well enough."

"First, at that time, Uncle Tang was personally funded for his own brand, and he did not rely on Ms. Tang's Splendid Group. Without the brand effect and leading effect, the popularity of Uncle Tang's beer would not be so easy to promote."

"Secondly, Uncle Tang's slogan is not appropriate enough. You know, a good slogan can even save a company. This is its magic power!"

Although Shi Qinghai said it very euphemistically, both Tang Shitang and Tang Wu understood it.

To put it bluntly, what Shi Qinghai said is that Tang Shitang is not well-known now, and without Tang Wu's help, the company he founded is also unknown.

And ordinary people, will they put away the big-name beer and buy his little-known brand?

This is the leading effect!

Therefore, Tang Shitang pondered: "Then Xiaohai plans to directly rely on Shi's to enter the beer industry?"

Shi Qinghai nodded: "Yes, it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree. Since we want to be successful, there is no need to struggle with money. The Shi family has been famous in Fushi for many years, and can even be said to be the mainstay of Fushi's business community. There is no comparison in Nanfang Beer. In the case of great improvement, as long as you don’t make too outrageous mistakes, this investment will be a huge success!”

"So, what is the selling point of beer? Just relying on Shi's brand, the later investment will be relatively weak, showing weakness in the market." Tang Shitang asked.

Shi Qinghai smiled: "The biggest selling point of this beer is that it has no selling point. The development of beer technology has reached a peak so far. We are not scientists, and we don't intend to surpass others in terms of taste. But a slogan can make people drink people feel differently about it!"

"What slogan?" Tang Shitang asked impatiently, already caught in the rhythm of Shi Qinghai's language.

Thus, Shi Qinghai took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.