"Only twenty boxes a month?"

The owner of the Wild Rose Bar frowned, he was not optimistic about Graff when he first approached him to sell a high-grade fruit wine. The market for high-grade wine has been stable for so many years, and each customer has their own preferences, and if a new product wants to blindly enter this stable market, the outcome will inevitably not be good. But when Graff poured two small glasses for him to taste, he immediately felt that there was something to be done.

Wild Rose Bar is positioned in the middle and high-end, and the main consumer group is middle-class families in Turnaire City. It's impossible for these people to come drunk every day and then go home, but it's still possible to come and consume a drink every once in a while. Among consumers of this grade, consumers are no longer simply consumer goods, they have their own tastes and styles, and they will only consume what they like.

The flavors of these two are very unique, and he immediately felt it after tasting it, and if nothing else, he should be able to have a certain market share.

But what he didn't expect was that both the first love and the snow elves were very popular, many men loved their first love, and some young women liked the snow elves. It only took two days for the six bottles of wine delivered to be sold out early.

For this reason, some old customers also complain about the bar because they can't drink these two new wines. It's a microcosm, a microcosm of society, and Mr. Colt, the owner of the Wild Rose Bar, suddenly has a lot of ambition. If this new high wine can open up a market in Turnier, can it open up in other cities in the same way? If it can be proven that this distinctive high wine can be welcomed elsewhere as well, then why not act as his own agent?

The profiteering of high alcohol is well known, after all, the saying "the closer you get to the devil, the fuller your pocket" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. As long as the price can be negotiated, even if the profit of only two yuan for a bottle is enough to make him an upstart in the Imperial Chamber of Commerce in the blink of an eye!

According to his own information, hundreds of millions of bottles of high-grade wine are consumed every year in the entire empire, and as long as one percent of them are accounted for, that is, the scale of one million bottles, each bottle turns two yuan, and there is a gross profit of two million a year!

This is more than what he can make by opening a bar in a rural place like Turnier City, and more importantly, he can rely on these two fruit wines to form a product chain with high-grade fruit wine as the core, sell more things, and get more profits!

At the thought that he was about to step into the high society of the Shining Star Empire, Mr. Colt was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

However, Graff's words were like a basin of ice water poured on his head in the cold of winter.

The output can't keep up, a bar only has twenty cases a month, that is, two hundred and forty bottles, all the pursuits and dreams are in vain!

"Is it a problem with the production or the transportation?", Mr. Colt tore the tie knot that was uncomfortable with his neckline, "I don't ask if you produce the wine yourself or where you got it from, I mean, if I support you with a large amount of development money, will I get more?"

Graff paused for a moment, and if it was according to his thoughts, it would certainly be a good thing. But the problem is that it is Doolin who is in charge now, and he also knows that his brain is not very sufficient, so he hesitated and shook his head, "I'm very sorry sir, I need to discuss it with my partner." ”

Mr. Colt has a keen grasp of the word "partner", which means that Graff is not the principal. He looked into Graff, who had no special skills other than a good body and a very good fight.

If enthusiasm is also considered a specialty, then you should add one.

It is precisely because of his zealous and generosity that he has a certain popularity and prestige among the Guert community in Turnaire City. The Guartes would ask him for help when they were in trouble, and he would always take it. The year before last, because of some conflicts between a Gualt vendor and a certain gang, Graff beat the other party with excessive force and could not take care of himself, for which he not only lost a sum of money, but also ate half a year in prison.

If it weren't for the fact that someone had paid him compensation and released him on bail, he might still be sewing sacks in prison.

Such a small character was suddenly able to produce such a high-quality fruit wine, which must not have been his own, and certainly could not have been that of the Gualte merchant. After all, if the guy who has a certain status in Turnaire City wants to do a high-alcohol business, there is no need to be so troublesome.

So who is his partner?

Mr. Colt pondered the question as he looked at Graff.

There are always people who say that fools can step on gold, and he didn't believe it at first, but now he has to believe it. Once the deal gets bigger, Graff will definitely benefit a lot, what a lucky guy!

After a few moments, Graff twisted his ass a little uncomfortably at Mr. Colt's view, and after making the couch under his ass make an unpleasant noise, Mr. Colt stood up with a smile and said, "Okay, for now, you go back and ask your partner, and if he thinks it's okay, I'll give you ten thousand dollars to help you increase production." Of course, I also hope that he can come and sit down with me and have a good talk, I have a big deal to do with you. ”

Graff quickly stood up, smirked and nodded, just like the big men of high society he had seen, but it always felt funny when he made such a gesture.

Less than a minute after Graff was out of the house, Mr. Colt beckoned one of his men, "Go and keep an eye on him, and don't alarm him, to see who he has been in contact with for a long time these days." ”

After watching his men leave, Mr. Colt sank into the couch, his eyes glinting with ambition.

Over the course of the day, Graff smirked at several of the bars he supplied, all of which were eager to eat in large quantities of the new high-spirited wine, which, in the words of another world, filled the gap that lacked high-spirited wine. This highly fruity wine has a very wide market and sales, and apart from some of the honest owners who sell alcohol in bars, there are two people who have the same mind as Mr. Colt.

They wanted to represent the two wines and sell them nationwide.

After asking for five beef ribs, two glasses of low-alcohol wine, and four whole wheat bread at the roadside deli, Graff patted his belly and burped the deli's door. At the corner of the street outside the door, a head poked out, with a deep resentment on his face, and he could only continue to follow as he looked at Graff as he gradually moved away.

When he got back to the workshop, he called Durin out and told him all about the day, and Durin nodded his head and trusted Graff a little more. It's not because he said everything today, it's because he didn't call the shots. In Durin's dreams, he has seen too many people who make decisions, maybe they have good intentions, but in the end, the reason for falling short is all in these people who make decisions.