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"I know the matter, let me think of a way~" Li Yaoyang really felt helpless, but Fan Roy would have died several times earlier without the skin of the alcohol prohibition commissioner.

"Don't worry, you can stabilize it in a short time~" Xiao Er comforted.

"Okay, you guys go to rest, go back to drink, I'll go to the factory to have a look~"

"I'm with you, and I can't sleep anyway~"

Li Yaoyang drove Xiao Er and Ah Biao to the abandoned factory in Soho District.

From the outside, the factory is still a little dilapidated, no different from before, but when you go underground, you find that there is a cave.

From the upper floor to the underground, there is only one entrance and exit, which is also for maximum confidentiality.

Ron was smoking at the underground entrance, and when he saw Li Yaoyang coming, he threw off the cigarette butt and hugged him, and said happily:

"You're finally back, and if you don't come back, I want to go to you~"

Hearing this, Li Yaoyang was surprised:

"Looking for me? Is something wrong? ”

"It's not going to happen, but look at this, isn't it time to move? Otherwise, we will start work underground, and the top will be empty, and fools will know that there is a problem. ”

Li Yaoyang turned around, looked at the large open space and said:

"Do you have any ideas? As long as it's labor-intensive, don't forget, we need to use the widows of martyrs or disabled soldiers. ”

They had conceived of many projects, soap factories, paper mills, and garment factories, but they all gave up for various reasons.

"I think food processing is the most suitable and the easiest to achieve."

"The direction is no problem, what specific products do you have?"

He now has a feeling of regret, thinking about how many instant noodles he ate in the crew back then?

As a result, he patronized and ate it, and he didn't think about how the research was done, but if he did, what did he have to worry about now?

"Then it depends on what you think, if you have an idea, I can introduce a few friends to you~"

"Huh?"

"Do you know Heinz?"

"Of course, the ketchup?"

"Yes, they're from Pittsburgh, and besides, there's Kraft~"

"The coffee one?"

"That's right, Illinois, I know the juniors of these two families, of course, I have a better relationship with Heinz~"

"One is condiments, the other is drinks, even if we want to do it, we should avoid their edge~"

"If you're just using it to cover up the underground brewing business, it's the same for whatever product you do on the ground, as long as you don't lose money.

In other words, if you want to make your earthly business bigger, you have to think carefully about the direction.

Like you said, don't grab the market with the giants, you can't grab it at all! ”

Li Yaoyang thought so, and his eyes swept around in this huge space.

Suddenly, he saw a little brother taking out something yellow from his bag and stealing it, and couldn't help asking:

"What do you eat?"

"Ah~" The man was startled, like the scene of stealing food in class and being caught by the teacher.

"This..."

He was holding a snack in his hand, he didn't eat it, he didn't eat it, Li Yaoyang leaned over to take a look, isn't this Shaqima?

"Where did you buy this from?"

"Brother Yang, I didn't buy it, it was made by my grandmother herself, sometimes I can't eat outside, so I eat a cushion~"

Li Yaoyang's eyes lit up, like a foodie who couldn't walk when he saw stinky tofu.

"Let's do this!" He said categorically.

Xiao Er scratched his head:

"What is this?"

"Haven't you seen it?"

"No, I'll see you later~"

"This thing is called Shaqima, it should be a Manchu snack, and it is more popular in the capital and northern regions~"

"Oh, is it delicious?"

The younger brother took out several pieces from his bag and distributed them to everyone:

"Don't dislike it, make it yourself, ensure cleanliness and hygiene~"

Li Yaoyang is not pretentious, he just takes a bite, it is sweet and soft, the only drawback is that he has some sticky teeth, and there is no way to do it.

"It's delicious, why haven't I eaten it before~" Xiao Er ate more rudely, and the two mouthfuls were stuffed into his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging.

It was the first time he had eaten it, and Ron had taken a small bite of it for the first time, which was sweet and fragrant, just in line with the old ugly's appetite.

"This is delicious, is it troublesome to make?"

The younger brother shook his head:

"It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome at all, just fry the flour, then wrap it in syrup, dry it and cut it into pieces and eat it~"

To put it simply, it's not that easy to make, but compared to other snacks, the production process of shaqima is really not too cumbersome.

The main thing is that the raw materials are not hard to find, and they are the easiest things to buy.

"Ron, what do you think? Can there be a market in an ugly country? ”

"It shouldn't be a big problem, take 10,000 steps back and say, relying on the ugly Chinese market, it is enough to ensure the production cost of our factory~"

Li Yaoyang snapped his fingers:

"OK, then it's such a pleasant decision~"

Turning his head to the younger brother, he said:

"I have to trouble your grandmother to come back and point out how to make it~"

"Done!" The younger brother nodded excitedly, the young man is so foolish, he doesn't ask about money, he should come down, it seems that it is a great credit to be able to help Li Yaoyang.

Li Yaoyang is not sure if there is an automatic production line in this era, not fully automatic, semi-automatic.

But in any case, in this era, a large number of labor is inseparable, even if there is no machine, it is quite necessary to use manual assembly line

This is still time to talk about it, split the whole production process, divide it into dozens or even hundreds of small processes, and pass it on to the next step after completing one step, so that the time can be shortened as much as possible on the basis of ensuring the output.

Once you have made a decision, go straight to drying.

Ron was in charge of running the formalities, and Li Yaoyang was ready to start recruiting, as well as customizing production equipment.

Not to mention anything else, large oil pots are not easy to buy, and through Sarah's relationship, I asked a lot of manufacturers to customize a few.

The problem of recruiting people is easy to solve, Sarah has already filed a case with the relevant departments, as long as the factory is open, the employees are in place immediately, and the most important thing after the war is labor.

Of course, Li Yaoyang did not get the point wrong, his main business is still selling wine, and Shaqima is both a side business and a cover.

Shaqima aside, let's turn our attention to the factory's underground, which is like another world.

There is no dark and damp as imagined, and there is no musty smell, and as soon as you enter the ground, the aroma of wine comes to your nose.

That mellow aroma is irreplaceable by any perfume, and it will be a profound experience for the sense of smell.

The underground can be roughly divided into three functional areas, and the entrance is a warehouse for storing raw materials.

All the ingredients used to make whisky are neatly stacked on both sides and labeled separately.

When needed, workers can pick up the goods here by trolley.

Further down is the distillation area, which is the heart of the distillery.

At the end is the aging area, which Albert calls the barrel house, where huge oak barrels are stacked on both sides, and the aroma of the wine is so fragrant that you can even breathe intoxicating when you stand in it.

By the way, Albert's laboratory is in the corner of the aging area, a small room separated from each other, and although the sparrows are small, there is no problem living in it.

The barrelhouse has undergone extensive renovations, adding a lot of solid wood structures to distinguish between different ages of wine.

This not only adds practicality, but also has a certain ornamental and artistic beauty.

Here, the whisky is carefully stored and maintained to reach fermentation maturation, awaiting filling.

The filling can only be done manually, so there is no special filling area, and the aging area is completed together, so that the place is big enough and does not feel crowded.

With this underground factory, Li Yaoyang's wine selling business is bound to reach a higher level.

To use a more popular sentence in later generations to describe it, that is-what is better than it is not cheaper, and what is cheaper than it is not as good as it, and this is how happiness is compared.

Autumn is the season of harvest, and it is also the time of Armageddon.

According to the ancient habit of marching and fighting, no one fights in winter, so they either wait for the spring of the next year to move the army, or take advantage of the winter to divide the victory and defeat and go home safely for the winter.

And for those who sell alcohol, autumn is also the most competitive time.

Because of the cold winter, many people need to use alcohol to keep warm, so stock up on alcohol in advance and stock up on more when the price is not rising, so that you can need it from time to time.

It is a very simple truth, where there is demand, there is competition, and competition is bound to produce friction.

Especially in this era when the Hey Gang is rampant, the predators who control the alcohol market will not be accustomed to anyone, you stand in my way, I will kill your whole family, fair!

The rise of Dongxing undoubtedly hit the market of the Irish, who originally controlled Atlantic City and did a monopoly business.

Chicagoans are arrogant and unreasonable, they just have to come in and insert a lever, and even his mother and Chinese come to steal the deal, and if this continues, Atlantic City should change its name and surname.

This is where the contradiction arises, and then there is the moment of hand-to-hand combat.

On this day, Roscoff hurriedly broke into the Dongxing Tavern in Chinatown and told everyone that it was not too good news:

"The two boxes sent to Atlantic City last night are gone~"

Recently, Li Yaoyang has been sitting here, and Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi are also here:

"What do you mean it's gone?" Xiao Wu asked with a twisted eyebrow.

"It's just gone, it may be robbed, or maybe they ran away with the goods, in short, it's gone, it's missing, and it can't be contacted~"

Li Yaoyang asked him:

"How long?"

"It's been six hours now, and it stands to reason that they should have arrived in Atlantic City six hours ago, and two hours is enough if you count the time to unload the cargo."

It's 10 a.m., which doesn't make sense.

"Call your brother over there and ask what's going on?"

"It's hit, it doesn't work~"

Xiao Qi was stunned:

"What's the situation? Your nest has been ended? ”

Roskoff gritted his teeth:

"It's impossible, I didn't recruit anyone or provoke anyone, what are you doing with my family for no reason?"

"You didn't provoke others, but in the eyes of outsiders, you and I are in the same group~" Li Yaoyang said very soberly.

"Damn, I'm being fucked by you?"

"I don't like to hear this, what do you mean by being burdened by me? In the past six months, I have made a lot of money by delivering vegetables and meat to Kenny Street, right? ”