Wei Jiaochang's words suddenly made the atmosphere between Chai Jin and Wang Xiaoli become awkward.

Chai Jin was open-minded. His heart, which was decades old, had already developed a thick layer of calluses and he didn't take it seriously.

But Wang Xiaoli is still an eighteen-year-old girl no matter what.

Girls in this era are pure and pure in mind, but they are suddenly mistaken for lovers.

There is always something hard to say.

On the way to see Wang Xiaoli off, Chai Jin pedaled his bicycle without saying a word, still thinking about the next step in his mind.

After arriving at the door of Wang Xiaoli's house.

Chai Jin got off the car and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Li. Without you, I guess I would have taken a lot of detours."

In 1991, Yuanli County was extremely quiet, with no dazzling neon lights or messy subwoofer sound pollution.

The clear light falling from the top of the head seems to be so pure.

Under the moonlight, Wang Xiaoli's little face is rosy and cute.

She tried her best to raise her pretty little face and said, "It's okay, you are my little brother."

"Are you staying in the guest house today?"

Chai Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, I'll walk back. I'll be home in a few hours."

"The materials from the glass factory and packaging factory will arrive tomorrow morning, and I will also instruct the workers to pour wine and pack them."

"Then what should we do? What if we encounter a wolf on the mountain road?" Wang Xiaoli said instinctively.

After thinking about it, I gave him the bike again: "You can ride my bike back. I'm going to go visit your sister to play in a few days anyway, so I'll just ride back then."

Chai Jin thought for a while and did not refuse.

He said, "Thank you, Sister Li."

He took the bicycle, stepped on the pedal, threw his other leg back, and pedaled the bicycle out of the community.

Behind her, Wang Xiaoli took a long breath and rubbed her hot face.

There was a moment of annoyance: "It's so annoying, what's wrong with me? This is my little brother."

…

It was already early morning when we returned to Daomi Village.

Chai Jin was afraid of disturbing the sleeping family in the house.

I simply went to the winery dormitory.

It was still dark, and there was the sound of cars coming in from the factory.

The glass bottles and the ordered wrapping paper have been delivered.

Chai Jin did not come forward and asked Zhang Aimin to organize workers to receive these things.

Next comes factory packaging.

Chai Jin began to plan factory management issues in Zhang Aimin's office.

The factory is not big, and if something goes wrong we all come together. This model does not work.

It is necessary to distinguish between production, packaging, marketing and other departments.

Only in this way can efficiency be improved to the best.

At noon, Liu Qingwen rushed in with a piece of wrapping paper from a wine bottle.

"Let me go, Brother Jin, which poet did you ask to write what you wrote on the wrapping paper?"

"I think everything makes sense, don't you think?"

"Also, was this drunkard Li Bai's portrait painted by someone else?"

Liu Qingwen was very excited.

Not only him, but throughout the whole day, the atmosphere in the entire factory felt as if it had been injected with blood.

Everyone is talking about what is written on these wrapping papers.

Xiaoli Baijiu, this is the name given by Chai Jin to the 42-degree wine series they are preparing to launch.

Focusing on the young market.

There is a portrait of Li Bai on the wrapping paper of each bottle.

The avatar is not old-fashioned. The drunk Li Bai's avatar is cute and naive, and his expressions and movements are different.

And there will be a heart-wrenching chicken soup sentence below.

The text is easy to understand and not profound, but it makes the reader feel comfortable and full of emotions.

As an ancestor of the Five Poisons who was poisoned by WeChat Moments for more than ten years in his previous life, who wouldn’t be able to pick up a few principles of life?

These are the results of Chai Jin writing for several nights under a kerosene lamp.

As for the portraits of the drunkard Li Bai, he indeed spent a lot of money to have them painted.

Otherwise, why would the money in his hands be spent so quickly?

Chai Jin was not in the mood to discuss these things with him.

He raised his head and said calmly: "Are the bottles over there ready?"

Liu Qingwen couldn't put it down while holding the wrapping paper of his mobile phone.

"It's all ready. It can be canned this afternoon."

"Brother Jin, you are so awesome. Really, I am a person who studies like shit. Looking at these things, I can't help but want to collect them."

"But, there is another question. Everyone in the factory has been discussing, can you sell this 100ml bottle of wine?"

"Isn't it popular nowadays to sell large bottles of wine and increase the quantity without increasing the price?"

Chai Jin still lowered his head and wrote and drew: "This is not your business. You should supervise the work over there. Go out, I am very busy."

"But, Brother Jin..."

"Okay, go and do your work."

These wrapping papers from Chai Jin really gave the workers in the factory hope.

But they are still a bit pessimistic.

Who would buy such a small bottle of wine and finish it in just a few sips?

This concern is normal, although the discussion is very loud.

But when firewood goes in the left ear and comes out the right ear, it doesn't matter at all.

I regard other people's gazes as ghostly fire, but I move forward boldly and without hesitation on my night road.

This is Chai Jin's attitude after his rebirth.

At night, the workers all left.

Zhang Aiming returned to the office and saw that Chai Jin was still there.

After taking off his coat and putting it aside, he took the bill from the other side.

Some worries were placed in front of Chai Jin: "There is no more working capital in the factory."

"In three or four days, wages will be paid at the factory, and today the boss also called to urge us to pay the contract fee."

"Xiao Jin, can you still afford it?"

Chai Jin raised his head and glanced at Zhang Aiming, who looked worried.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and put down everything he was doing: "I only have two thousand yuan in cash left with me."

"Two thousand?" Zhang Aimin became an ant on the hot pot: "How do we do this?"

"You kid, I told you, don't rush in, don't rush in, the sales volume in the factory is not big, and you expanded in various ways as soon as you entered the market, what should you do now?"

"Dozens of people can't get their wages, so they can't kill me, Zhang Aiming!"

It's not that Zhang Aiming is too excited, but that he is too afraid of such a life.

In the past year, in order to pay wages to workers, he has been running around all day, asking for financial allocations.

Now it's fine, not only does the boss not give me money, but they also ask for money from them.

In the past nearly a month, the factory's sales have not increased at all, and personnel expenses have doubled.

How to fill this hole?

Chai Jin smiled and came over to support him.

"Sit down, Uncle Zhang, don't be angry, you are getting older."

"You kid, cough!" Zhang Aiming was angry and loving towards Chai Jin.

After sitting down.

Chai Jin asked back: "Aren't there still a few days left?"

"How many more days are left? We can't wait!"

"Okay, Uncle Chai, I know it myself."

Chai Jin's determination made Zhang Aiming suddenly calm down.

Looking at him strangely: "Do you have any plans that you haven't told me yet?"

"Also, will the market respond to your small bottles of wine?"

Chai Jin was silent for a while and then said, "Someone is helping us accumulate gunpowder."
Chapter completed!