Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Fang Zheng continued, "As long as we increase our publicity, it won't be long before it explodes in popularity! In addition, we must cooperate with the local nobles, hooligan gangs, and lawyers. If someone imitates our brand, we'll go in and smash things up, and then sue them until they're bankrupt, so they can't do business!"

"As for the brand name, it has to be a combination of East and West, something that makes people remember it immediately and has a deep foundation... Let's call it 'Jing-Bucks Old Jing City Coffee House'. The level will go up 'der' instantly."

Lai Gou'er's eyes lit up as he listened, and he said excitedly, "Big Brother, your plan is great! It's got potential. When I go abroad again, I'll definitely open our Old Jing City Coffee House there. Won't I be rich then? It's just a pity that we don't grow coffee yet."

Fang Zheng laughed loudly, "You can buy coffee abroad. Who knows where your supply comes from? If anyone dares to gossip, send them to be fertilizer. If you can really make this happen, Big Brother will fully support you. In the future, I'll turn my Great Jing into a coffee kingdom!"

"Isn't that a bit unrealistic, Brother?" Lai Gou'er asked, his eyes wide.

He thought his Big Brother was just saying it casually, how could his ambition be so great?

"You haven't seen its potential yet. There's huge profit in coffee, and many other derivative cultures. I hope Great Jing can lead the trend. Of course, there will definitely be many strong competitors in the Western market, but remember..." Fang Zheng said with a smile, "When our Great Jing people encounter difficulties overseas, you still have a strong motherland behind you!"

The world's three major beverages are tea, coffee, and cocoa.

Tea already has a local advantage, and now there's coffee. If Lai Gou'er doesn't do it, he'll find someone else to do it.

If this thing is monopolized, the profit will be even better than selling powder!

Currently, with the national power of Great Jing and many specialties that can cater to the preferences of the upper class, plus the mysterious veil of Eastern culture, it really has a lot of potential!

"Of course, these are all things for the future. When the time comes, if you need my help, just ask," Fang Zheng said with a smile, taking a sip of wine.

Fortunately, he's a person with a conscience. If it were some unscrupulous old geezers, they might even use the country's advantages to promote wine culture to the world.

"Thank you, Big Brother!" Lai Gou'er said excitedly.

After listening to Fang Zheng's wild ideas, he had already begun to imagine his beautiful prospects of becoming a coffee tycoon.

While the two were chatting, the chef from the Princess's mansion came over with two plates of steaming dishes.

Walking up to Fang Zheng, he said, "Master, the Madam knows you're back and asked me to add two dishes for you."

"Okay, okay, put them down. Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest," Fang Zheng nodded, watching the chef leave, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said, "Wait a minute."

Saying that, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and said to the chef who turned back, "This food is called chocolate. Process it in the back kitchen, melt it in a pot over water, then add some honey, milk, cream, and other things. After it cools and solidifies, shape it for me and send it back."

Fang Zheng instructed, drawing a heart shape on the table with wine stains on his hands.

"Just this shape, make it a little more upright, the left and right sides should be perfectly aligned."

Fang Zheng looked at the drawn heart shape and smiled happily.

With a heart-shaped romantic chocolate, wouldn't it be easy to win over the little girl?!

He'll find someone to customize a beautiful box in a couple of days and win over Chu Youyi!

The chef looked at the heart shape on the table in astonishment and said, "Master, will it taste better if it's shaped like a butt?".

How the hell does this look like a butt?

Fang Zheng's breathing stopped, and he said in embarrassment and anger, "Just do what I tell you to do, why are you talking so much?"

This country bumpkin really doesn't have any romantic genes!

"Big Brother, that really is a butt."

"You shut up too!"

.......

Father Solje spent two months in frustration.

The overseas envoys from twenty-three countries were placed in the Honglu Guesthouse. Initially, the people from Fica were also placed there like the other envoys, but the situation quickly changed.

After living there for less than a day, they were kicked out with their luggage to another residence.

Everyone from Fica was driven by the people from the Honglu Temple into a carriage without windows. They didn't know how long they were riding, but they were taken to a desolate place.

There was only a dilapidated house, which was simply cleaned up and arranged for them to live in.

The surroundings of the house were mostly wilderness, with almost no people except for the strict guards.

People came to deliver food every day, all of which were clear soup and watery boiled vegetables with a little salt. The food of Great Jing really disgusted him.

Fortunately, officials would occasionally visit.

Father Solje could only take advantage of this opportunity to apply to the officials, trying to see Fang Zheng.

The nightmare also began from this...

At first, the attitude of the Great Jing officials could be said to be kind, and even his non-standard spoken language was very tolerable.

However, after communicating back and forth, he didn't seem to get any useful information.

Instead, the other party kept inquiring about him, first asking where he lived, how many people were in his family, and what his status was in Fica.

Finally, he even wanted him to show proof.

Father Solje had never encountered such an absurd thing in his life. I am a foreigner, coming to Great Jing from thousands of miles away.

You actually want me to show proof? How can I show it, what can I show it with!?

After continuous appeals, the Great Jing officials seemed to understand the situation and no longer made things difficult, but instead took out a piece of paper and asked him to fill in the various information he had verbally described before.

The second problem came again.

He could speak but couldn't write!

In the entire Fica missionary group, he was the only one who could communicate with the Great Jing people, and there was even fewer people who could write!

So, for a whole month, Father Solje began to take the tattered paper everywhere, begging his grandfathers and grandmothers to fill in the information.

The Great Jing officials would not help to write it, but it was okay to ask.

However, the officials came less than a few times a month, and they could only learn a few words each time, so they could only try to beg the guards who watched them.

But the third problem came again, the guards couldn't read either!

Father Solje completely went crazy...

However, after being educated by the guards, he regained his composure in time, prayed to God, and began to pester the inspecting officials.

Finally, after spending a month and a half, he filled out two copies of the information and submitted them...

So, after another fifteen days, Father Solje, who was five years older, once again waited for the patrolling officials.

At this moment, he couldn't care about his demeanor anymore. Seeing the person coming, his eyes flashed brightly, and he pounced on him like a hungry dog, "Sir! Is there a reply yet?"

The official who had just arrived was taken aback, and when he heard Father Solje speak, he smiled and replied, "Oh, Father, my friend, please calm down."

Hearing this, the veins on Father Solje's forehead were half exposed.

This damned messenger didn't know why he always spoke like this! It made him angry, every sentence seemed to be teasing him. And he always had a smile on his face, but he didn't do anything.

"Sir, just speak normally!"

"Look at your attitude, isn't it because I'm afraid you won't understand that I speak like this?" The official glared at him.

Father Solje suppressed his anger and skipped the topic, "Is Mr. Fang willing to see me?"

"Um..." The official's attitude was unpredictable. He paused for a moment and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the priest.

"The format of the information submitted last time was incorrect. Please fill out a new copy."

Refill... fill!!!?

Father Solje was stunned, and a touch of blood could be seen rising from between his neck towards his face.

In the next moment, the runaway priest bared his teeth at the official and pounced on him, roaring, "I fuck your mother @%*\u0026! @%#! !"

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