Rural Friends Circle

Zhao Lei smiled and looked at Tang Feng, feeling a little sad. To be honest, the reason why he switched from his original winery to this place was not because he was optimistic about Tang Feng's winery, but because his original state-owned winery was very depressed, and he was in urgent need of money. So, after Lin Mengjia contacted him, he did not hesitate and switched jobs directly.

Even when he came to Tang Feng's winery, he was not optimistic about it at all, and even had a pessimistic mood. As a winemaker, he was very familiar with the current domestic wine market. The economic downturn caused the wine market to be continuously depressed.

Just look at the state-owned winery he was originally in. The old brand of liquor in Shanxi Province was once prosperous after more than 20 years of hard work, but in the past two years, it has been losing money almost every year and is about to close down.

Even the state-owned large wineries are like this, not to mention other small wineries. Nowadays, to put it bluntly, investing in entities is just asking for trouble and wasting money, especially brewing wine.

"Mr. Tang, let me ask you a question. Are you really confident in the wine you brew and believe that the wine you brew can sell well?" He restrained his smile, looked at Tang Feng, and asked.

Because through Super WeChat, Tang Feng has followed Zhao Lei's circle of friends and knows that he is not optimistic about his winery, or more precisely, the entire wine market. So when Zhao Lei asked, he was not surprised.

Many things are always pale and powerless when spoken with the mouth. The best explanation is to come up with something convincing enough. This has always been Tang Feng's philosophy.

He did not open his mouth to explain, but quietly took out a small bottle of medicinal wine from the Xianyun bracelet. These wines were naturally the medicinal wines he brewed with the water of the fairyland river and the weeds of the fairyland.

The bottle was very small, only half the size of a palm, and the wine inside even looked a little turbid.

As for the so-called turbidity, if someone has opened his eyes, he can see at a glance that it is not turbid impurities, but a strange air mass, which also carries a weak energy flow.

Looking at the glass bottle that Tang Feng took out, Zhao Lei was puzzled. He looked at Tang Feng with a puzzled look, not understanding why he took out such a bottle filled with turbid liquid.

"This is the wine I brewed myself, you try it." Tang Feng said with a smile on his face.

After hearing Tang Feng's words, Zhao Lei was a little confused. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the glass bottle in Tang Feng's hand and the so-called wine in the bottle. Is this really wine! Why does it look a little turbid! If this is wine, people will not be poisoned if they drink it.

Looking at the turbid wine, Zhao Lei had the urge to complain at this moment. His eyes towards Tang Feng completely changed. He almost believed that his new boss was an uncivilized upstart who made money but didn't know how to spend it. Then he brewed some so-called wine and thought about opening a winery to make a lot of money.

Little did he know that this liquor only pays attention to color and transparency. For a turbid liquor like this, let alone selling it at a high price, I'm afraid that after brewing it, you can't even think about selling a bottle. Which consumer would be stupid enough to buy a bottle of turbid liquor?

If it weren't for the million-dollar annual salary, he would have the urge to turn around and leave at this moment.

"Sir, are you kidding me?" He looked at Tang Feng and asked carefully. He hoped that Tang Feng was joking with him.

"Zhao Changzi, don't just look at the surface of some things. Something that looks beautiful may not be really beautiful. Something that looks ugly may be beautiful inside. Try it first. Maybe you will find a different kind of beauty." Tang Feng said slowly with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Zhao Lei understood that his new boss was not kidding him. The wine he wanted to brew was this kind of turbid wine.

He sighed helplessly in his heart, but he still reached out and took the small bottle of wine. In Tang Feng's eyes, he opened the bottle. As the bottle was opened, his eyes narrowed.

He has been brewing wine for more than ten years. His nose is very effective. He can tell whether the wine is good or bad just by sniffing it.

The mellow wine aroma is many times better than any other wine he knows. Even the best aged wine cannot be compared with this wine in terms of taste.

He raised his head with a suspicious look on his face and looked at Tang Feng. What he saw was Tang Feng's face with a faint smile.

"Taste is only one aspect. Good taste is really good. I believe that as long as you take a sip, you will like it." Tang Feng said with a smile.

Zhao Lei took a serious look at the wine in his hand, raised his hand, and took a sip. As the wine went into his throat, the almost indescribable wine aroma spread in his mouth and throat.

The silky softness, with a slight spicy taste, after flowing through the throat, the throat was particularly comfortable, and it flowed into the stomach. The stomach was also warm, as if there was a heat flowing in the stomach.

Good wine, absolutely the best wine, the so-called aged Moutai is simply rotten water compared with the wine.

"Sir... this... this wine, did you really brew it yourself?" After a long time, Zhao Lei finally recovered from the wonderful taste. He raised his head, stared at Tang Feng with eager eyes, and asked excitedly.

"Yes, this wine was indeed brewed by me on the farm, and the reason why I bought this winery is because I think this medicinal wine tastes good, and I want to sell it and make some extra money." Tang Feng said with a smile.

Make some extra money! With the taste of this wine, if it is really put on the shelves for sale, it will definitely sell for a good price. At that time, it will be very easy to create a new and well-known liquor brand.

Recalling the mellow aroma of the wine in his mouth, the pessimism in Zhao Lei's heart completely disappeared.

He firmly believed that if this kind of wine could be brewed in batches, in the future, in this small winery, a world-famous wine would definitely be born. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get excited.

"Boss, I don't know if this kind of wine can be mass-produced?" The question now is whether this kind of top-quality wine can be mass-produced.

"Of course it is possible, but because the two core materials needed to brew this kind of wine are very precious, it can only be produced in small batches, not in large quantities." Tang Feng nodded and said slowly.

The materials are precious! That's right, this kind of top-quality wine, how could the materials needed to brew it be just ordinary materials? As for small-batch production, it's perfect. This kind of top-quality wine naturally has to go the upper-level route.

Zhao Lei nodded slightly, and he was even thinking about how much he should price this wine, 10,000, 20,000, or even 50,000 or even 100,000.