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Shaqima's small popularity was both expected and unexpected.

The former is because it has the Chinatown market as a backing, and it is not necessary to worry about making it and not selling.

The latter is because this traditional Chinese delicacy can be accepted by foreigners so quickly, which is indeed a bit unexpected to him.

Of course, the result is good, and the cause is not so important.

Just look at Ron, this guy has been holding Shaqima every day lately, and he takes a piece to eat when he has nothing to do, and he feels tired, as long as he takes the wine to satisfy his appetite, he will come immediately.

The factory is in full swing, perfectly covering up the underground caves.

The shaqima is made by frying the fumes that perfectly mask the gases produced by the distilled spirits, and as long as they don't poke it out, no one will know that there is a moonshine brewery underneath the factory.

Compared to the large distilleries, there is still a slight gap in scale, but Albert has adjusted the production model and made improvements in the process.

It produces 12,000 bottles of whisky per month, or 100,000 litres a year, less than one-tenth of the low-volume distilleries of later generations.

However, this is already quite impressive, and if calculated according to the ex-factory price of $100 per bottle, this distillery can generate close to $15 million in revenue.

The net profit can be kept stable at around 60%, what a crazy fortune.

The millionaires of this era can basically be equated with the billionaires of the 21st century.

However, compared to the top consortium, no, even if it is a regional consortium, this income is less than a fraction of others.

Looking at it this way, Li Yaoyang still has a long way to go in the future.

And this profit is not all his, Albert wants to take one percent, Ron has two percent, and the rest is Li Yaoyang's, and he also pays Fat Dun'er and a few of them.

I dare not say more, at least ensure that their annual income is in the 6 figures.

The brothers were born and died with him, and he must not be stingy with money, otherwise there will be trouble.

95% of all the relationships that fall apart in this world have something to do with money, there is no so-called eternity at all, Li Yaoyang has long seen through it.

To get back to the point, there is still some distance between Atlantic City and Manhattan, and Colin Donner can't just move his mouth if he wants to fight, he has to do some planning.

And right now, the Irish and the Chicagoans have fallen into Li Yaoyang's divisive scheme, and the two groups are fighting hotly, Colin Donner naturally can't spare the energy to deal with Li Yaoyang, which also gives him a breathing space.

Seeing that his career is about to reach another level, he doesn't want to fall short because of the fierce fight.

Therefore, it is his unswerving strategy to continue to develop.

Don't think he'll be able to sit back and relax without the Irish.

Because of the relationship between Guangjitang, there is no need to worry about the fire on the back wall for the time being.

But Roy Haynes' existence is the sword of Damos hanging above Li Yaoyang's head, threatening his safety at all times.

This person is one thing, and the discrimination and oppression of Chinese people in society is another.

Not long ago, the FDA came to the door to review a series of procedures, and if it weren't for Ron sitting in the factory, I don't know what trouble would have happened.

For this matter, Ron deliberately found Li Yaoyang and said with palpitations:

"The FDA will not be idle and have nothing to do to find faults, we must have been reported~"

"Huh? Can you find out who it is? ”

Ron wrinkled his eyebrows and shook his head:

"It's difficult, if it's an anonymous letter, it's impossible to find the root cause."

"Hmm~ You have to go to the factory often, your surname and your skin are the best umbrella of the factory~"

That's why Li Yaoyang reluctantly took out 2% of the profit to bind Ron, without his skin, his career development would be difficult to move forward.

Of course, this guy is not a good guy either, the descendants of capitalists, all with a pair of bloodthirsty fangs, full of money when they open and close:

"Hey~man, you've got to add money~" Ron spread his hands and half-jokingly.

Isn't this coming?

"Man, I don't want money, I don't want to die, damn it, don't let me hate you like I hate you~" Li Yaoyang was not polite to him, and went back directly.

"You miser, is my skin and surname only worth 20% of the profit?" Mark feigned displeasure.

"In fact, I think it's worth up to 500,000, but according to the current output value, the year-end dividend you get is far more than this value, man, you know enough!"

"What? 500,000? Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary, if Henry knew that his surname was only worth 500,000, he would definitely jump out of the dirt and settle accounts with you~" Ron jumped to his feet and shouted.

"Don't scare me with this, I dare to tell the truth if I really come, these 500,000 miles, the surname is worth 300,000, and the skin is worth 200,000, man, you overestimate~"

"You go away for me, as far as you go, I don't want to see you, damn miser!"

Li Yaoyang shrugged his shoulders:

"I think, if your father knows that these 2 reds are close to 2 million dollars, he will definitely be willing to replace you, think about it, how many antique artworks can be bought for 2 million~"

Ron's face froze, and this was kind of a pain in his hands.

Henry wanted to raise the price for his son before, because he didn't know how crazy the profits were.

"Okay~ Okay, I admit defeat, you cold-blooded capitalist." Ron is also a real man, he can bend and stretch, he was just pinched by 7 inches, and immediately raised his hand to surrender.

"Okay, let's get down to business, you have to help me resist the pressure from the FDA, for the sake of the dividends."

"I will, if I can't, I'll go to Thales."

Taylor Thomas, Senator of New York, guest of honour of the Frick family.

"Hmm~ I don't care who you find, I just look at the results~" Li Yaoyang stuck in his pocket, becoming more and more like a big man.

"Got it, bastard~"

Ignoring Ron's complaints, Li Yaoyang drove home, and when he passed by the soy sauce shop, he found Ah Xiang sitting on the doorstep in a daze, holding a piece of half-eaten shaqima in his hand.

Pull over, walk over and sit down, the two side by side, the afterglow of the setting sun spilling down on them, draped them in a layer of orange-red fluorescence.

"What do you think?" Li Yaoyang touched the little head of his future daughter-in-law.

"I didn't think about anything, I'm a little bored~" Ah Xiang pouted, picked up Shaqima and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious~ Sweet, soft, my mother likes to eat it too~"

"If you like to eat, I'll let people send more over~"

"Hmm~Thank you~"

"This girl, say thank you to me?"

"Polite, it's really ~"

She suddenly turned her head:

"How did you have time to come back?"

"Naturally, I want to go home when I'm done, what? Missed me? ”

"The ghost misses you~"

Having said that, she still couldn't help but care:

"How's your business going?"

"Hehe~ Everything is fine, don't worry, by the way, I asked Uncle Liao to go to Guangjitang to check the pulse, did he go?"

"I went, and several grandfathers said that it was no big deal, and I prescribed a prescription to replenish qi, and it was good to recuperate slowly."

"Hmm~ then I'll be relieved..."