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How do profiteers become successful in modern times? Chapter 3: Good wine costing two yuan

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    Hearing such a voice, Wen Fei's heart moved. This is the best time to promote.  How did Moutai enter the international market?  Isn¡¯t it all about diving?  Although our blended wine is a bit inferior and cannot be compared with Moutai, these Japanese Japanese who have never seen the world are much easier to fool than the foreign Japanese later, right?  Simply, scoop up a bowl of wine and pour it back into the bucket.  You can see the splashing of hops, like broken jade, and the color is like the sweetest spring water, with no other variegated colors.  What is nectar and jade dew?  That's it.  As mentioned earlier, during the Northern Song Dynasty, the brewing process was still extremely poor.  Even if distilled liquor has not yet appeared, the technology must still be locked up in someone's home as a family heirloom secret, and it is impossible for the technology to spread.  What's more, the early distillation technology may not be able to achieve the sealing performance, and it will not be able to brew very good wine.  There are no wine sellers near Wen Fei, and the village wine that was like porridge was better than the porridge Wen Fei saw last time.  But the good ones are extremely limited. They are all fermented wines, made from grains or wild fruits.  Moreover, the filtration technology at that time was not very good. Isn¡¯t there green ant new fermented wine and red mud stove in Tang poetry?  It sounds romantic and nice, but in fact the filtering technology is not good enough.  The pulp impurities in the wine cannot be completely removed, and they are like little green ants suspended in the wine.  Looking at the Water Margin, why was drinking wine called sifting wine in ancient times?  There are too many impurities in it. When drinking, you need to simply filter it to sift out the wine liquid so that it will not be too thick In fact, the so-called fermented wine is rice wine and old wine.  If there are elderly people who can make rice wine now, they will see that there are still a lot of rice grains in it, which need to be filtered out.  So with the miserable wine-making process and technology of this era, seeing such a colorless and transparent wine slurry is like seeing something strange.  "Can you try it?" The old man said something just now.  Wen Fei hesitated for a moment: "That one?" He looked around and saw that the inner and outer floors were already crowded with people.  If one person tastes a little, the wine will be gone.  "It's old Meng Lang!" The old man suddenly realized and took out a piece of gold from his sleeve. It was not very thin and seemed to be in the shape of an oval.  Wen Fei took it and thought: Could this be the legendary golden leaf?  When reading martial arts novels back then, Wen Fei was most envious of those wealthy businessmen who spent huge sums of money.  People often don¡¯t take any money with them when they go out, but instead bring banknotes, each of which costs at least 10,000 yuan.  Even if you bring some change, it will still be gold leaves.  Now that Wen Fei sees the real thing, he really wants to put it between his teeth and bite it to see if it is real gold But now in front of so many people, Wen Fei really can't do such a shameful thing.  He generously scooped up a bowl of wine and handed it over.  The old man didn't accept it, so naturally someone handed him a silver bowl and said a little apologetically: "Don't be offended by this Taoist priest. I'm just not used to using other people's tableware!" Wen Fei shrugged and said he didn't care.  .  There are so many people with mysophobia in modern society, and it¡¯s not a big deal.  What's more, this old man looks like a wealthy businessman and a person of high status.  How is it possible to share a wine bowl with others?  Then he scooped up a bowl of wine and poured it into the silver bowl. The old man was about to taste it.  However, Wen Fei kindly reminded: "Dad, my wine is relatively strong. I should be more careful when drinking!" The old man smiled and said: "I understand!" Then he took a sip slowly.  The people around me looked anxious, and many of them were addicted to alcohol.  Smelling this aroma of wine, I was already aroused.  Seeing the old man's slow swallowing movements, one or two of them wanted to grab the bowl and pour it directly into their throats!  After taking a sip of wine, he felt a burning warmth going down his stomach. The old man couldn't help but let out a breath of wine and praised: "Good wine but it's too strong!" He didn't even finish his words.  An anxious fan threw a sheepskin bag at him. This time the bag was much bigger than last time. It hit Wen Fei's car heavily. Hou anxiously grabbed the wine bowl and scooped up a bowl.  With one sound, he poured it into his big mouth.  Who would have thought that as soon as the wine entered his throat, the man's expression suddenly changed, and he spit out the wine in one gulp, choking on his nose and tears, and squatted on the ground coughing for a long time.  If Wen Fei hadn't had quick eyes and quick hands to cover the lid of the barrel, the barrel of wine would have been completely ruined!  The onlookers nearby all looked at each other in confusion.  Don't know what happened.  Is it because this wine is hard to drink?  It smells delicious!  "Good smells good." The man coughed for a long time, and then he regained his composure: "It's so strong good wine!" Everyone was shocked, seeing that the man's originally purple-red face was even more revealing at this time.  A little blush coming.  All the people watching were moved, especially those?This group of people came together, all from the same tribe, and everyone knew how drunk this person was.  I was even more horrified, how strong is this wine?  How could he actually make Brother Hedong, who could drink three large bags of kumiss without changing his expression, choke like this?  Wen Fei had already expected that he wanted to sell the wine to Fanbu this time.  You can't be too conservative. Those nomads are famous for their good drinking capacity, so what Wen Fei brought this time were all spirits over fifty degrees "Good wine, we bought it with Iwabe!"  The people were very happy and loudly said: "We and Iwabe all want this wine!" The fans of Iwabe suddenly cheered, but someone among the onlookers murmured: "It turns out it is from Iwabe, no wonder he is so wealthy.  . They occupy a river that produces gold sand" If the people from Iwabe want to buy these good wines, others will not like them.  Then I heard someone shouting: "Why did you and Iwabe buy all such good wine? We Shibibu didn't agree!" This man spoke Chinese much more fluently than those with Iwabe.  As the voice fell, another group of Ban people were seen rushing over in a menacing manner. The leader, a big man with a dark red face, was even wearing a robe made of silk instead of the leather robes of the Ban tribe.  Gorgeous clothes.  It really looks a bit nondescript.  Seeing that something was wrong, Wen Fei grabbed the sheepskin bag, ignored the car, and slipped to the side.  Sure enough, the two tribes started fighting before even saying a few words.  He moved the knife directly, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.  There was a sudden chaos in the market, with people running away from each other.  However, no one hid away, they just made way for the two parties to merge.
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