Fang Zhengyi continued to tell: "It will not take long to increase the publicity offensive to become popular! In addition, we have to cooperate with local aristocrats, gangs, lawyers, and someone fakes the brand and start smashing it. In the end, he lost all his money and made it impossible for him to do business!"

"The brand name is so worth combining something, and it makes people impress and profound at first glance... it is called Jingbak Old Beijing Cafe, and the level is dered immediately."

Lai Gou'er's eyes shone brightly and said excitedly: "Brother, you are good at this! You have a problem. When I go out to sea, I will open our old Beijing cafe. Then I won't get rich? It's a pity that we haven't grown coffee yet."

Fang Zhengyi laughed: "You can buy coffee abroad. Who knows where your source of goods comes from? If someone dares to talk too much, send it to fertilizer. If you can really make this happen, your brother will fully support you and build my big view into a coffee country in the future!"

"This is not realistic, isn't it?" Lai Gou'er asked with wide eyes.

I thought my elder brother said casually, why was his ambition so great?

"You haven't seen its potential yet. Coffee has huge profits and many other derivative cultures. I hope Dajing can lead the trend. Of course, there will definitely be many strong competitors in the foreign market, but remember..." Fang Zhengyi smiled and said, "When I, Dajing, encounter difficulties overseas, there is a strong motherland behind you!"

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

Tea has a local advantage, but now it has coffee. If Lai Gouer doesn’t make it, he will ask someone else to make it.

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

Now, with the national strength of Dajing and many specialties that can cater to the preferences of the upper class, and finally, with the mystery of oriental culture, it is really interesting!

"Of course, these are all later things. If you need my help, just speak up." Fang Zheng smiled and took a sip of the wine.

Fortunately, he is a conscientious person. If he were some unscrupulous old people, he might have to use his national advantages to promote wine culture to the whole world.

"Thank you brother!" Lai Gou'er said excitedly.

After just listening to Fang Zheng's day, he began to fantasize about the bright prospects of becoming a tycoon in the coffee industry.

While the two were talking, the chef of the Princess's Mansion came over with two plates of steaming dishes.

He walked to Fang Zhengyi and said, "Master, Madam knows that you are back, so I will add two dishes to you."

"Yeah, let it go, thank you for your hard work, go back and rest."

Fang Zheng nodded his head, watched the chef leave suddenly as if he had remembered something, and said, "Wait a minute."

As he said that, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and turned back to the chef: "This food is called chocolate. You can process it in the kitchen, put it in the pot and melt it with water, add some honey, milk butter, let it cool down and solidify, and then put it back."

Fang Zheng explained in one mouthful, and drew a heart-shaped figure on the table with wine in his hand.

"In this shape, you must be more straight and the left and right must be perfectly aligned."

Fang Zhengyi looked at the heart shape he drew and smiled happily.

With the heart-shaped romantic chocolate, the little girl is still holding a handful and pinching her hands?!

I will find someone to customize a beautiful box tomorrow and take Chu Youyi off in two days!

The chef looked at the heart shape on the table and said in surprise: "Master, will it be better to have a butt shape?"

How is this the fuck like a butt?

Fang Zheng breathed and was suffocated, and was angry: "If you ask you to do it, do it, where can you say so much?"

This native dog has no romantic genes!

"Brother, this is indeed a butt."

"Shut up too!"

.........

In two months, Father Solger lived a very depressed life.

The overseas 23 countries missions were placed in the Hongluke Pavilion. At first, the people who had the Feka were placed in it like other missions, but the situation changed soon.

After living there for less than a day, I was rushed to another residence with my luggage.

Everyone in Feika was driven to a carriage without a window by the people from the Honglu Temple. They had been riding in the carriage for unknown periods and pulled it to a desolate place.

There is only one broken house, and they can be placed in it simply.

Most of the houses are surrounded by wild land, and there is almost no people except for the strict guards.

Every day, people come to deliver food, and they are cooked with clear soup, water and some salt. Dajing's food really makes him feel disgusting.

Fortunately, officials occasionally come to visit.

Father Solger had no choice but to take advantage of this gap and apply to the officials in an attempt to meet Founder.

The nightmare began...

At the beginning, the attitude of the Dajing official was still kind, and even his unstandard spoken language was very tolerant.

But after communicating, it seems that no effective information is obtained.

On the contrary, the other party kept asking about him, first asking where he lives, how many people in his family, and what identity he is in Feika.

Finally, you have to show your own proof.

Father Solger has never encountered such a ridiculous thing in his life. I, a foreigner, traveled thousands of miles to Dajing.

You actually asked me to show the proof? How do I show it and what will I show it!?

After constant complaints, Dajing's officials seemed to understand the situation and no longer make things difficult. Instead, they took out a piece of paper and asked him to fill in the various materials he had orally described before.

The second question is here again.

He can say but he can't write!

He was the only one in Feika’s missionary group who could communicate with Dajing people alone, and there was not one who could write!

So, for a whole month, Father Solger began to go out with a piece of broken paper everywhere and beg his grandfather to fill in the information.

The officials of Dajing will not help writing, but it is okay to ask.

But the official has come less than a few times a month, and every time he can't learn a few words, he can only find a way to ask the guards who guard them.

But the third question came again, and the guards couldn't read!

Father Solger was completely crazy...

However, after being educated by the guards, he recovered his calmness in time. After praying to God, he began to pester the inspectors.

Finally, after spending a month and a half, I filled out two copies of the information and submitted it to me...

So, fifteen days later, Father Solje, who had been aged five years old, waited for the inspectors again.

At this moment, he didn't care about his demeanor. Seeing the person coming brightly, a vicious dog pounced on him: "Sir! Have you replied?"

The official who had just arrived was startled and heard Father Solger speak, and then replied with a smile: "Oh, Father, my friend, please calm down."

Upon hearing this, Father Solger's forehead was half exposed.

This dog-dance messenger always talks like this for some reason! He was so angry that he seemed to be teasing himself every word. And he always smiled, even if he didn't do anything.

"Sir, just talk normally!"

"Look at your attitude. I am afraid that you won't understand this?" The official gave him a blank look.

Father Solger suppressed his anger and skipped the topic: "Does Lord Fang want to see me?"

"Yeah..." The official was puzzled by his attitude, and he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the priest.

"The format of the information submitted last time is incorrect, please fill in a new one."

Re-filling!!!?

Father Solger was stunned, and a bloody look of rushing up from his neck to his face with a naked eye.

The next moment, the rampant priest grinned at the official and shouted: "My mother @%*!@%#!!"
Chapter completed!