Red oranges are becoming more and more mature, so we have to find sales channels.

But before that, Yan Jun had to apply for an ID card for his fruit, which was Yanjiagou brand certification.

Although he is the leader of the Yanjiagou brand, to obtain the authorization of this brand, he must pass the consent of the supervision team and make public announcements in the village. Only when he has no objection can he obtain the authorization license.

It may be a bit troublesome, but it is also for the long-term plan of this brand.

Yan Jun invited the three village chiefs and Zhang Yingtian to the fruit site for inspection, and cut some fruits to share and tasted.

"There are three conditions for using the Yanjiagou brand. First, Yanjia Village produces, there is no doubt that my red orange meets the conditions; second, high quality, you can see that my fruits are excellent in size, appearance, flesh color and taste, and the tribute grades on the market are nothing more than that; third, we must obtain the consent of the brand group and agree with the whole village..."

Yan Jun reiterated these three conditions.

Yan Guanyu wiped his mouth and swallowed it before saying, "Yan Jun, you are not rigorous enough. Although these fruits look good, there will inevitably be some bad things. Do you also use the Yanjiagou brand to package these?"

Yan Guanyu was still worried about the fact that Yan Jun chose Zhang Yingtian at the last groundbreaking ceremony.

"As for the Chaiguo..." Yan Jun did not care about him. This question made sense. After thinking about it, he said: "I can avoid using the Yanjiagou brand packaging, or indicate it in the obvious location of the packaging."

"This... is OK!" Yan Guanyu wanted to pick on the tricks, but she seemed to be helpless. Seeing that the oranges on the table had been eaten up, she cut two of them without waiting for Yan Jun to take action.

I have never eaten such a good orange since I grew up.

"I think this fruit can be completely used with the Yanjiagou brand." Zhang Yingtian took the lead in making a vote, and her taste buds were completely conquered by the fruit. Even the so-called tributes, she had eaten a lot, but none of them tasted.

Do others have any objections? No! I probably dare not. The Yan army is so powerful now that it is in the village. No democracy or voting is easy to use.

"Since that's the case, I prepared an authorization agreement, and everyone signed their own names and made public them in the village." Yan Jun took out the documents prepared in advance and asked them to sign their own names.

Of course, there is no objection to the announcement. Everyone does not pay attention to this at all. Even a glance at the announcement feels like a waste of time.

So Yan Jun began to customize packaging, and based on Jiangcheng Hongyan packaging boxes, he re-typed the design, highlighting the Yanjiagou brand. In fact, this added a lot of expenses to Yan Jun, and the "public model" in the wholesale market is much cheaper than customized ones.

But this is very necessary.

The market for red oranges in Jiangcheng is too chaotic. There are all kinds of fake and shoddy fakes on the market, real red oranges in Jiangcheng, and even many locals in Jiangcheng have never eaten them. All oranges are decorated with the same boxes, showing off their local sentiments to deceive consumers.

The customized "Yanjiagou" Jiangcheng Red Orange Packaging can distinguish the two very well, and more investment is worth it.

The fruits are still not fully ripe, but since they can be eaten, they naturally have to distribute some to their relatives and friends to try.

In addition to contacting the Hongcheng buyer, Yan Jun also picked two big baskets for the Chai family. The Chai family asked for his son-in-law, and not to mention anything else, there was enough fruit.

"Send two boxes to Xiaotian's family!"

Yan Mother gave some advice.

Although her parents reject Zhang Yingtian as her daughter-in-law, she is too strong. However, she still likes this girl who brings welfare to Yanjia Village. She treats her completely as a daughter and thinks about anything good at home.

The handmade mooncakes sent by people during the Mid-Autumn Festival are very good, and people can get respect and exchanges.

"...Okay, I'll send it along the way!"

Yan Jun had this idea, but somehow he spoke, but he seemed to be a little more enthusiastic, but it was just right for his mother to say it.

Zhang Yingtian's family was in Tiandu, but his parents and his uneasy brother worked and studied here in the provincial government. Yan Jun loaded two boxes for them respectively, and only called Zhang Yingtian when he almost arrived at the express delivery point.

"My mother asked me to send some oranges to your home. I have the address of Tiandu. You can also send one of your parents' addresses in the provincial government. I didn't taste the longan last time." Yan Jun took action first and then reported, and she refused.

"...Where are you?" Zhang Yingtian heard the sound of cars here.

"Go to Jiangcheng to pick up a red orange seller, and now you will go to the express delivery point and send fruits to your house." Yan Jun replied.

"Okay, I'll send you the address after hanging up the phone, thank you." Zhang Yingtian was not pretentious. She actually enjoyed this atmosphere of family reciprocity, and it was not a valuable thing.

He sent a courier to Zhang Yingtian's house, and Yan Jun sent two boxes of oranges to Chai's house, but did not leave much because the red orange seller had already called to urge him.

Yan Jun met this big red orange salesman at the intersection of Hongtu Town. A boss named Zhang drove a Mercedes-Benz business car from the fruit farm in Hongtu Town, and walked through Yan Jun to check the situation.

Boss Zhang mainly engages in overseas export business, and most of Jiangcheng's special red oranges are sold to Hong Kong, Macao and Southeast Asia through his hands.

The two met and rushed back to Yanjia Village before they got off the bus.

"Boss Yan's fruit is growing well!" Boss Zhang didn't believe it when he heard Yan Jun boasting on the phone, and he was not even in high spirits. The main production area of ​​red oranges in Jiangcheng is still in the area of ​​Hongtu Town. The unique yellow soil there cultivates the best quality red oranges. I didn't expect that I could also encounter such a good-growing red orange orchard in Yanjiagou.

It's okay to look, but taste is more important.

Without using Yan Jun to use a knife, he lifted up his sleeves and exposed the thick gold watch on his wrist, and tore one out with his bare hands and started eating.

"Hey! The taste is really good!" Boss Zhang's eyes lit up, and he went to another tree to tear open one and savor it. It tasted the same.

"Boss Yan is going to make a fortune. More than 70% of the fruits in this tree can meet the special fruit standard, which is incredible. There was a typhoon today, and the fruit yield in Hongtu Town is not high, and the price is a little higher than in previous years." Boss Zhang congratulated first.

"Is that true? I don't know how much the purchase price?" Yan Jun asked happily.

"Special fruit costs 5 yuan, ordinary 3 yuan. Regardless of the market price, all of them will be purchased at this price. It is the same as Hongtu Town. The price outside Hongtu Town is a few cents lower, but you are really good, so I gave the same price. As for the cost of asking workers to pick it up, you bear the part you pick it up, and I bear the part you choose and packaging." Boss Zhang pulled the gold watch on his wrist, as if nothing had happened, but it was hard to hide the gleam in his eyes.

The price is indeed not low. Yan Jun believes that Hongtu Town is probably the same. As for the 20 to 31 kilograms written in the press release, they are all written for the leaders and cannot be taken seriously.

But these oranges are much better than those in Red Clay Town. He didn't boast about it himself. He has personally inspected it in the past few days. Compared with the two, the red oranges of his own are not too many advantages, and they are completely explosive in terms of appearance and taste.

"The price is low, my orange looks better and tastes better. You know Boss Zhang. Moreover, these oranges are not suitable for only two levels. At least 20% can be rated as tribute grades." Yan Jun was not satisfied enough.

"...These fruits can indeed be subdivided to a higher level. In this way, pick another tribute fruit, which costs 7 yuan per pound." Boss Zhang said.

To be honest, the price is not high, but the purchase price of large-scale products is not low.

"I have another requirement. When selling, we have to use our own brand packaging. I'll take a look at it for you." Yan Jun took out the customized model box to display it.

Boss Zhang frowned when he saw it and said tactfully: "Most of my customers only recognize the fruits from the origin of Hongtu Town. If you write about Yanjiagou's products, you will be self-defeating."

He bought Yan Jun's oranges and originally planned to use the public version of Hongtu Town to package them.

The Yan army's morale sank.
Chapter completed!