"Graff, I want to know what you're going to do, this is the station, and as long as you're here for a day, you're going to keep our agreement and do your job well!", Mr. Kerry loosened his bow tie and brought a cup of coffee in front of Graff.

During this time, Crane noticed that Graff's performance had plummeted to less than a third of what it used to be, and even absenteeism occurred during the afternoon when the work was at its busiest!

This is intolerable to any capitalist, and if you are given money, you will have to work hard, not charity. The workers are given enough food and almost enough rest time every day, and they can take a few days off each month, of course, when the work is not busy. Mr. Crane felt that he had been patient and tolerant enough to deal with the garbage of the lower society, and they should cry and thank Dade for giving them the power to live, instead of thinking that the miners were lazy!

If it weren't for Graff's prestige and status at the station, Mr. Crane might have used some of the terms of the contract to punish the damned guy.

Graff lifted the cup of coffee in a daze, drank it down like a cow's drink, and finally put it down, and said something that made Mr. Creon almost jump, "This thing is really bitter, like the bottom of a burnt pot stirred with water, and even the color is similar." ”

Thirty dollars a pound of sunshine coffee beans from the south of the empire are actually like burning pot water in this guy's mouth?

Mr. Crane frowned, hiding that trace of displeasure in his heart, coarse rednecks are always coarse rednecks, and even if they live in the city now, they can't get rid of the stupidity and ignorance of rednecks. Thinking of this, Mr. Crane's displeasure disappeared a lot, and the Graff in front of him was like the gorilla he saw when he was visiting the zoo with his children, and that sense of superiority came from the species itself.

I'm talking to a gorilla about coffee?

He even chuckled, full of contempt and disdain.

He turned to the table and sat down in a comfortable chair, tasting a sip of coffee with a mellow aroma in the bitterness, the bitterness in the mouth quickly turned into warmth as if in the sun, and the long aftertaste made every cell seem to stretch, breathing the air freely, greedily longing for the sun and the next bite. He nodded with satisfaction, thirty dollars of one-pound coffee was really so charming, people were unconsciously immersed in the wonderful.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said in a serious tone: "Graf, I know that you have more than a month left to expire on your contract, but you must understand that even if you are free tomorrow, you are still an employee of the station today." You can't ignore our work system, and you will be a bad example for others to do so. Do you understand?"

Graff nodded, walked over to the coffee pot with his coffee cup, hesitated for a moment, then chose a larger cup, a square cup for drinking, and poured all the coffee in the coffee pot into it, "I understand, sir, don't worry, I will work according to the rules and regulations, and I won't be a miner next time." Seeing that the "paste water" of the Italian coffee pot was poured into the square cup, he raised the square cup and sniffed it, and drank it all in one gulp again.

"It's still so bitter, and it can't quench your thirst, I don't know why anyone likes to drink this!", he raised his dry cup, ignoring Mr. Crane's already reddened Lian, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir, if nothing else, I'll go to work." ”

After saying that, he patted his ass and left Mr. Kerryn's office, looking at the already empty coffee pot, Mr. Kerryn clasped his fingers tightly on the table and slid down, he was already mad.

"Mr. Crane is in trouble with you?", Durin greeted Graff as he came out of Mr. Crane's office. During this time, they mixed a variety of berry juices into the distilled high-spirited liquor, and after repeated experiments, they finally decided on two flavors. One is the pulp of the sand thorn fruit, which is a very cheap and common wild fruit, which is almost everywhere in the countryside and in the wasteland of the countryside, and is not picky about the growing environment and grows quickly.

The fruit is the size of a thumb branch, earthy yellow, with black spots on the skin. This fruit tastes sour and tastes very bad, except for the occasional guy who claims to be a psychic medium who will use this fruit to refine something inexplicable, almost no one wants to eat this thing, even the poor are not very willing to eat this thing as a fruit.

But when the sand spur was mixed with the "original wine", the reaction was definitely more than Dührin had expected. Alcohol seems to be able to neutralize the astringency, leaving only a faint sourness, which is different from the sourness left after fermentation of fruit wine, which is a light and fragrant acid. Combined with the taste of the sake itself and the slight bitterness, it has a special taste that is completely different from most other fruit wines on the market, and it is unforgettable.

The other fruit is the Snow Elves from the northern part of the Empire, which costs a little more than thirty-five cents to buy a pound. The fruit is very sweet, and according to Doolin's dreams, the higher the sugar content in cold places, the more difficult it is for the liquid to freeze, which is a way for plants to protect themselves, such as maple sugar. The fruity sweetness of the Snow Elves neutralizes the bitterness of the "original sake" and sweetens the wine, while at the same time creating a special taste - from spicy to cold, as if you have just crossed a volcano and entered an ice cave, the special taste makes Durin full of confidence in it, and should be able to win the love of many people.

Graff chuckled, "He told me not to be absent from work when I had nothing to do, and he didn't say anything else." As he spoke, he became a little angry, "We are absent from work together, why does he only trouble me and not you?"

Durin shrugged, "Maybe it's because I don't have a strong presence, right?"

"So you're the same at the station?", Graff felt much more comfortable after he finished speaking, but he didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong, "We've already made two boxes, do you want to take them out and sell them?"

Two cases of twenty-four bottles of high-grade wine that had been filled were hidden under the bed in their rented room, and this was their harvest during this time. A case of "First Love" is the kind of sour high fruit wine, and a case of "Snow Elf". According to Doolin, the price of the two wines is the same, and the price of Doolin is ten dollars a bottle, and a bottle is about a little four pints, which is equivalent to about 750 milliliters.

Considering the cost price, it is about two yuan and five to three yuan, and if it is sold at ten yuan per bottle, the profit should be guaranteed to be between six and seven yuan. When Durin calculated the profit, Graff's eyes turned red. God testifies that he never imagined that the profit from the sale of high-grade liquor would be so high! A box of twelve bottles would have a net profit of almost eighty dollars, and according to his ability to divide forty percent, he would get thirty dollars for two cases if he sold all of them...... Snapped his fingers, sixty dollars.

Other words...... As long as these two cases can be sold, he will be able to buy out the contract, have more time to make more high-quality wines with Doolin, and make more money.

So what Mr. Crane said to him, he only thought of as a fart, a loud fart!

The two walked to the corner of the station as they spoke, and Durin lowered his voice and said: "I still have to trouble you to do this matter, I don't know much about the bars in the city, remember to sell them separately, don't just sell to one person, let more people know about our goods." ”

"I see!", Graff nodded quickly, waving his arms excitedly, "When are you going?"

Durin glanced back at the clock hanging in the station warehouse, "Now, before the evening bar rush!"