Spiritualist In Korea

   "My name is Li Mo. This is my friend Fan Jun. I heard that Master Liao from Longxiangju is in this hospital, so let's visit and maybe we can solve your current difficulties."

  Liao Bin was a little wary, "We've never met, how do you know we're in trouble?"

   Li Mo chuckled, "The doctor's voice was so loud just now, I believe many people heard it."

   Liao Bin sighed and asked Li Mo and Fan Jun to sit down.

   glanced at his grandfather who was still sleeping, and asked, "Just tell me what you are here for."

   "Master Liao's surgery fee is my responsibility!"

"What did you say?"

   Liao Bin's first reaction was not happy, but more alert. Who would easily believe two strangers who appeared suddenly, Liao Bin did not believe that there were such good people in this world.

   "Of course, this is conditional." Li Mo glanced at Liao Jiaping, "I hope Master Liao can be the master of my new store after he recovers."

   "Impossible! My grandfather is very old, coupled with this serious illness, he can no longer bear the intensity of work."

   Li Mo frowned and looked at Fan Jun, the news is not quite right!

  Fan Jun was also helpless, secretly scolding those bastards, even he dared to lie, "Sorry, I made a mistake."

  Li Mo was a little disappointed, and it was rare to find a breakthrough, but it ended without a hitch.

Liao Bin's eyes flickered, and he asked in a calm voice, "Mr. Li, in addition to Longxiangju, the time-honored pickles in the capital also have Sanshengfang, Taoranju, etc. The competition is very fierce. I don't understand why you still want to enter. In this line, from your invitation to my grandfather, you can see that you came prepared."

  Li Mo said with a weird smile: "I have a grudge with the Long family, but I can't help the Long Group. I just want to start with Long Xiangju, which Mr. Long cares most about. What's the reason?"

"Have a grudge with the Long family?" Liao Bin was stunned for a moment, then remembered the closed door he had eaten, and even a little housekeeper had eyes on his forehead, shook his head and said, "This is not a good idea. Now Long Xiangju is handed over to Long. In the hands of the eldest and youngest of the family, Long Lao has also gone deep and simple in recent years."

   "And the quality of Longxiangju's products is still good. Do you want to open a new store to attack Longxiangju? To be honest, my grandfather can't do it."

   "Is the material requirements high for making pickles?" Li Mo asked suddenly.

"Of course! The better the raw materials, the better the taste of the pickles. Take Longxiangju's signature sweet-sauce black cabbage as an example. Choose seven or eight-ripe green cantaloupe with bamboo leaves. .It is best not to apply chemical fertilizers during the planting process, so as not to affect the taste after molding."

   "Longxiangju has a large green farm on the outskirts of the country, which specializes in providing a variety of fresh raw materials, so that it can stand firm among many competitors."

"Unfortunately, the father and son of the Long family have no intention of running the business at all. Now the market share of Longxiangju is slowly being swallowed up by other old stores. Maybe this is what their father and son want to see." Liao Bin laughed at Long Tianao and his son. resentful towards them.

   Lao Tzu Long Tianao found an trumped-up reason to fire his grandfather, leaving him unsecured on the eve of his old age. Long Tianao also inherited his father's cold-blooded, rich to their level, he didn't even remember a bit of old love.

  The world is hot and cold.

   "What if I could provide better raw materials than Longxiangju?" Li Mo asked thoughtfully. Liao Bin looked young, but when it came to pickles, it was well-founded.

   Did he inherit Liao Jiaping's craftsmanship?

"I...!"

   "Cough cough."

  Liao Bin wanted to say something, but Liao Jiaping suddenly coughed and turned around nervously to take care of his grandfather.

   "Pour me a glass of water, Xiaobin."

  Liao Jiaping opened his eyes and glanced at Liao Bin calmly, which made Liao Bin tremble and knew that his grandfather must have heard him speak ill of the Long family.

   smiled bitterly, helped Liao Jiaping up, leaned against the head of the bed, and poured a cup of warm water for Liao Jiaping.

   "Xiao Bin, you go out first and let me chat with these two guests."

   "Grandpa, I..."

   Liao Jiaping glared at Liao Bin, who shrank his head, obviously afraid of his grandfather.

   "Then I'll go out first, remember to call me if you have something!"

   The rest of Li Mo and Fan Jun looked uncertain, and they didn't know what the old master was thinking.

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   "Grandpa recommended me?"

  Liao Bin asked in surprise, he never thought that grandpa would reach a cooperation agreement with this Li Mo, and was really willing to help him deal with Long Xiangju!

Li Mo nodded, "Master Liao said that your craftsmanship has already been passed down to him, and you have more ideas than him. For example, you want to change the traditional food of pickles, to change its usual image and make it become Healthier and more popular with young people, right?"

   Liao Bin smiled bitterly, "Grandpa even told you this? Isn't it a bit whimsical?"

   "I have been making pickles with my grandfather and father since I was a child. It can be said that pickles accompanied my growth process. But in the eyes of my peers, I am a freak. Who deals with these sour and sour pickles all day long?"

"But I just like it, and I have another idea. Change the image of pickles and make it a more youthful and fashionable food. Many people's views on pickles are often made by unscrupulous businesses in the news. Nitrates, or foods that are high in salt, are extremely unhealthy for the body."

"But as long as the production process is strictly controlled, the harm can be minimized. Moreover, the pickles also contain various lactic acid bacteria, which are more effective than those sold on the market. It is good for children and the elderly to digest and regulate the stomach. effect.”

"pity...."

   Liao Bin shook his head, his expression a little sad. Knowing that this is a good thing, but unable to change it, everyone will be disheartened.

  Fan Jun also sighed, "Just like when I went to plant a plantation, I was despised by others. It seems like it's a shame to play agriculture. Don't you know, where do they get their food from?"

   "Yes, it's like that Long Dashao. Every time I go to Longxiangju, it's like killing him. I don't think about it. Without Longxiangju, there will be their Longjia today?"

  Li Mo spread out his hands in a grievance, "Hey, it seems that I am the bitter master of the Long family? Is it really okay for you to be so angry?"

   Liao Bin and Fan Jun both laughed, but it brought the relationship between the three closer.

   "Mr. Lee."

   "Call me Li Mo."

  Liao Bin nodded, "Okay, Li Mo. I don't know what Grandpa said to you. Since he agreed, I will do my best to help you. I can't guarantee it will happen."

"Enough!" Li Mo said with a smile, "After listening to your words, I have more confidence in you. If there is a chance, maybe we can open a pickle shop in Korea? Smectas say that their kimchi is invincible in the world. We have to open their eyes to them too, don't we?"

   "Hey, Li Mo, this time I'm going to get involved. Everything you do is terrifyingly profitable, but this time I've got a chance!"

   "Of course, you can't be without Brother Fan! If Long Tianao goes mad, I still count on you to protect me!"

  Liao Bin looked at Li Mo and Fan Jun who were full of confidence, and suddenly a sense of pride surged in his heart, maybe...