sjar Chapter 1009 Continuous Spin
Chapter 1009 Continuous Spin
Zhou Qi rode his motorcycle straight to the Shenbing Winery. There were more vehicles coming to pick up wine today than in the past few days.
As soon as I walked into Zhou Xingfei's office, I was surrounded by a group of private business owners.
"Boss, you promised me last time."
"That's right, I wanted to bring back 500 boxes, but they only gave me 10."
These people gathered around Zhou Qi and started talking to each other.
"Everyone, be quiet for now! I promise you, we'll have enough for today!"
Zhou Qi raised his hand to suppress the noise, turned around and tugged at Zhou Xingfei's sleeve, lowering his voice: "Second brother, do we have enough inventory now?"
Zhou Xingfei adjusted the frame of his glasses and said, "I should be able to finish it if I work overtime."
"Then release all the goods!"
Zhou Qi made the decision and said, "Remember to keep a close eye on the account book when you collect the money."
Before he finished speaking, the hundreds of people in the yard were immediately delighted - although these retail investors could not match the purchase volume of the eight major distributors, they could not resist the strength of numbers!
Zhou Qi glanced at the crowded yard, there were at least two or three hundred people.
There was a village party secretary who came on a tractor and wanted more than 500 boxes, while there was also a grocery store owner who rode a tricycle and only wanted 20 to 30 boxes.
When the sun set, they counted and found that more than 20,000 boxes of goods had been sold, and more than 200,000 bottles of wine had been sold, making nearly 200,000 yuan in revenue that day!
The workers on the assembly line are skillfully sticking "Prosperous World" labels on the wine bottles.
The people who paid the money here took the delivery notes issued by Zhou Xingfei, while the porters over there carried boxes of wine and loaded them onto various vehicles.
From tricycles to Jiefang trucks, there was a long queue. More than 30 loaders were busy from early morning until dusk, and their vests were so sweaty that water could be wrung out.
"Hurry up and deposit these bills in the credit union."
Zhou Qi kicked the sack of money and said, "Give each worker five yuan for tea and water. It's not easy in this hot weather."
These words made the workers' eyes warm - after all, the wages they received in the past six months were all in the form of treasury bills, and this was the first time they had held real cash in their hands.
For the next half month, Zhou Qi worked around the clock to take care of the winery.
Although the sales volume is not as crazy as in the first few days, we can still steadily sell 7,000 to 8,000 boxes every day.
Looking at the piles of raw materials in the warehouse, he thought that it was not a long-term solution to only distribute products in the towns and villages around Suqian. He had to think about expanding into the high-end market in the city...
The corridor of the People's Hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and Zhou Qi was walking quickly, holding the design drawings.
When the security guard saw the famous brand motorcycle under his crotch, he didn't even bother to take out the registration book - driving such a car in those days would be as eye-catching as driving a Porsche in twenty years.
“We have to sell wine as a luxury product!”
He touched the door handle of the ward and talked to himself.
The old man in the room was arguing with the nurse about being discharged from the hospital. When he saw his son coming in, his eyes lit up: "Tell me about your new idea!"
Zhou Qi opened the blueprint and said, "Look, this Moutai is sold at 20 yuan but still in great demand, and Santana is sold out at 200,000 yuan.
Our wine is only 1.5 yuan now, so those people wearing big gold chains will feel proud! "
"Are you going to bluff me?"
Zhou Mingfa pushed his reading glasses and said, "Just like when Moutai won the Panama Gold Award, the aroma of the wine bottle was spread all over the place?"
"You are a wise man!"
Zhou Qi pointed at the azure gradient color on the design and said, "The bottle body should be fired like the official kiln in Jingdezhen, and the gift box should be trimmed with gold. This broken glass bottle is too shabby to be placed in the county magistrate's wine cabinet."
The old man suddenly frowned: "Zhu Haibing's son just died in a fight, and now he is asking him for high-grade glass materials..."
"So you have to take action!"
Zhou Qi took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes and handed it over: "Your reputation as an old workshop director is always more useful than that of a young boy like me."
The roar of the Yamaha came from the corridor.
Zhou Mingfa laughed while coughing: "When I entered the factory on a Forever bicycle, I didn't have the style of riding a motorcycle like you do now.
If it was ten years later, wouldn't you have to drive four circles around to crash into my ward door?"
The wine bottle on the blueprint glowed blue in the sunlight. Zhou Qi was thinking:
After this wave is successful, I will have to give the security guard a cigarette - next time I ride a Harley, I will have to make sure the bike can hit the entrance of the inpatient department directly.
As soon as I opened the door of the ward, I saw the old man walking around the room.
The fruit baskets, tin cans and snacks wrapped in oil paper piled up like a mountain on the bedside table were most likely sent by villagers and factory workers.
"It's only been three days since you had surgery!"
Zhou Qi was so anxious that he threw his briefcase onto the accompanying chair. "Didn't the doctor say that we need to observe for another two weeks? Go lie down and rest."
"When I was training in the army, I sprained my ankle but still ran 20 kilometers."
Zhou Mingfa shook off his nephew's hand, straightened his back and walked around twice: "Take these food back with you. Nuonuo and his mother love sesame candy. Don't let it go bad in this hot weather."
Zhou Qi pulled out a few crumpled blueprints from his bag and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Please give me your opinion."
The unfolded paper depicts a vessel with a thin neck and a wide belly, and the body of the bottle also has embossed patterns.
"A private job from the vase factory?"
The old man pushed his reading glasses and said, "It's better than the ones sold in the supply and marketing cooperative."
"This is the new ** of our winery!"
Zhou Qi pulled his second uncle to sit down: "Do the math, ordinary Daqu liquor in a glass bottle only costs 2.8 yuan, if you use this kind of ceramic bottle..."
"Nonsense!"
Zhou Mingfa poked the blueprints with his fingertips, making them rustle. "The cost of this bottle alone is fifty or sixty cents. If we waste two kilns, we won't even get back the money we spent!"
"We are going to sell high-end wine this time. We can't just go for the affordable route like Shen Bing Daqu, right?"
Zhou Qi took out a pen and wrote on the back of the drawing: "Look, the regular bottle of wine is three yuan, the hardcover version is priced at ten yuan, and..."
"ten bucks?"
The old man's voice suddenly rose: "It's enough to buy thirty kilograms of flour! Who has so much money to spend on drinking this precious stuff?"
"Look at the Santana cars on the street. They cost over 200,000 yuan, but people still buy them."
Zhou Qi counted on his fingers: "Moutai is now selling for 8.5 yuan, and foreign liquor in Guangdong dares to be priced at thousands. In the future, there will be more rich people, and what they drink is not the wine, but the face!"
The ward suddenly became quiet, with only the medicine in the bottle dripping down drop by drop.
Zhou Mingfa stroked the uneven peony pattern on the drawing, and suddenly remembered that when he went to the provincial capital last month, he did see golden bottles of foreign liquor in the window of a big hotel.
Zhou Qi flicked the ash off his cigarette and smiled, "Look at those foreign liquors, some are priced in six or even seven figures. Just like cigarettes..."
He took out three packs of cigarettes from his pocket and slapped them on the bed, and told his uncle the prices of the cigarettes one by one: "The prices of these cigarettes in the liquor market are the same as those in the liquor market."
Zhou Mingfa's fingers touching the design drawing suddenly tightened.
Half a month ago, he thought his nephew was bragging, but now, looking at the wine bottle turning blue on the drawing and the medicine in the infusion tube, it seemed as if it had turned into nectar.
"I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow!"
The old man lifted the quilt so violently that the IV stand shook loudly: "Go to the factory to make the mold now!"
"You should rest up first."