When Song Wenbin left the factory, he saw several workers in the factory cleaning up, cleaning up the garbage that had accumulated all year round and placing it at the door, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Although he is only 26 years old, Song Wenbin does not have a trace of psychological pressure to arouse these workers who are about the same age as his parents.

During his expedition to the polar regions, he realized that life is either at his disposal or at the behest of others, and that there is no third choice.

As a short but precious vacation in the journey, if he had a choice, Song Wenbin would like to lie in the house forever, eat, sleep and eat. But he couldn't, and now he had to do what he was told to do and fight for it.

Soon, he and Lao Zhangtou came to the bottling factory next door, and compared with their desolate and dilapidated factory, the bottling factory was in full swing.

Various vehicles come in and out of it, each with a variety of glass bottles that make tinkling sounds. The sound of high-pressure water cannons is heard here.

Lao Zhangtou led him to the operation room of the bottling factory, knocked on the door of a P foam board compartment, and shouted, "Boss Li, Boss Li!"

The door opened.

It was a fat man with a big belly, his skin was a little dark, and he looked simple, he saw Lao Zhangtou coming over, and said curiously, "Lao Zhang, I'm settling accounts."

Lao Zhangtou pointed at Song Wenbin and said, "This old Song son, do you have any impression?"

"Uh-oh. It's a bit impressive, it's so big."

Boss Li smiled and patted Song Wenbin on the shoulder. Obviously, he didn't have any impression, just a polite look, and his expression was a little perfunctory.

But Song Wenbin enjoyed the feeling that no one knew him, he took off his cap, shook hands with the chubby bottling factory owner with a smile, and said, "Mr. Li, my name is Song Wenbin, and I am doing a live broadcast now, can you take me to see your bottled milk business, I want to see if there is any possibility of working together to bring goods."

"Oh?" Boss Li's eyes lit up and asked, "You do a live broadcast, how many fans do you have?"

"500,000, not much." Song Wenbin said modestly.

"Oops, 500,000! It's amazing!"

The attitude of the boss was immediately different.

He said, "Wait, I'll go get you a cup of tea."

Song Wenbin was stuffed with a bottle of green tea after some shirking, and the boss took him very enthusiastically to visit the business of the bottling factory, it turned out that there is not only the business of mash milk here, but also the business of many other beverage factories, such as Coca-Cola and Fanta will carry out the mixing and filling of puree in the factory, but Song Wenbin is most concerned about the business of mash milk.

After the two came to the assembly line, the boss pointed to a row of filled bottles and said: "Mash milk still accounts for a relatively small proportion in our area, and the main demand is very small, generally for a few nearby high schools and university cafeterias, we wanted to promote it in elementary and junior high schools before, but it was refused, those teachers said that it contains alcohol, so children are not allowed to drink it."

"How much alcohol can there be in dessert wine?"

Song Wenbin was happy.

"Some children are indeed more sensitive, and they blush when they drink it, teacher, it's normal to worry, and if you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what if, so this business is not too good on our side."

Boss Li is obviously an insider in the industry and has made money, and asked, "Are all your fans old?"

"Don't worry, they're all adults."

Song Wenbin said.

Boss Li put his mind at ease and said, "That's good, this thing is indeed a feature of our area, I haven't seen an Internet celebrity come to our place to bring goods, if you can help increase sales, maybe it can be brought into an Internet celebrity product in the future."

In the face of Boss Li's praise, Song Wenbin didn't react, he looked at the bottles and machines, and asked, "Are you preparing this raw material, or is it the same as those big factories, and the original pulp will be sent to you?"

"Not really." The boss said: "Whether it is mash or milk, it has to be fresh, unlike Coke, which can be stored for a long time, the milk we used was from a dairy farm in front of us, and it was delivered on the same day of pasteurization

Unfortunately, we use an old local workshop, there is an old woman who has been making wine for decades, and this recipe is also theirs, and they send it every morning with wine and honey or something, and we will take care of the bottle."

"I see, so where is that old woman?" Song Wenbin asked again.

"In an alley near the Citizen River." Boss Li said, "I can take you if you want to go."

"Oh, don't bother, give me an address and we'll see for ourselves later." Song Wenbin said.

After getting the address of the brewing workshop, Song Wenbin and Lao Zhangtou rode into a small three jumpers pulling goods in the factory and drove all the way to the vicinity of the Citizen River.

Citizen River is in the old city, after coming here, Song Wenbin followed the address and found the brewing workshop in the mouth of Boss Li, but there is not only one workshop here, the whole street is a variety of brewing workshops, the strong aroma of sake lees comes to the face, mixed with a certain fermented sourness, which is very unique.

Song Wenbin found the workshop called Zuixiangju, pushed the door and walked in, this store looks very modern on the outside, but it is antique inside, there are many large wine tanks on the ground, and there are many wine bottles on the cabinets on the walls.

It was afternoon, there was no one in the store, only a young man lying on the table to take a nap, Song Wenbin saw him, walked over and coughed twice.

The young man shuddered, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Do you want to drink?"

"No, I was introduced by Boss Li, the owner of the bottling factory of Yiboli, do you have any impression?" Song Wenbin said.

"Oh, Mr. Li's friend."

The young man pulled himself together and walked out from behind the counter and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'd like to see how much sweet wine you're producing here, is it convenient?"

Song Wenbin said.

"Yes, yes." The young man took the key from the table and said, "Follow me."

He took Song Wenbin to the courtyard behind the workshop, where there were a lot of koji being dried, and then there were many big pits on the ground, and there were several workers mixing grain in the big pits. Later, the young man took Song Wenbin to a cellar, where there were more than a dozen large and small wine vats, and the aroma of wine came to the nose.

Song Wenbin asked, "Do you only make sweet wine at home?"

"Of course not, there are still a lot of other alcoholic wines, and sweet wine is just made by the way, and it is not easy to make after winter, it is easy to spoil." The young man said proudly, do you want to buy some and try it, our family is pure grain wine, and many people drive hundreds of kilometers to come to my house to buy it."

"I still have to drive." Song Wenbin smiled and declined, and he asked again, "I heard that this shop is a grandmother's handiwork."

"You say I'm a lady."

The young man said, "My old lady has gone to rest, and she only comes when she is making wine."

Song Wenbin looked at the wine vats, thinking about the productivity of this workshop, it seems that this is an old shop with feelings, and still insists on manual production. However, Song Wenbin's investigation is not to examine feelings and quality, if he really wants to do business, he hopes to see some assembly lines that specialize in a certain type and operate efficiently.

"If you buy in large quantities, can you supply them?" Song Wenbin asked.

"How much are you going to buy?" The young man was surprised: "There are many stores in H City that have cooperation, such as early shops, bubble tea shops, including the bottling factory you just mentioned, we have cooperation. There's not a situation where the supply can't be supplied."

"Oh..." Song Wenbin pondered for a moment and asked, "Didn't Boss Li talk to you about the idea of specializing in the production of a certain type?"

"Eh, did Boss Li tell you?"

The young man was surprised, "It seems that I heard my dad mention that there are a few bosses in the industrial park who want to build a brand, machine production and so on."

After a pause, the young man said proudly, "But my old lady doesn't do it, you see that the wine sold on the market is either blended and not pure at all, or it is machine-produced, and it has no soul at all, so we can't smash the sign and do that kind of thing."

"Yes." Song Wenbin

Agreed.

……

After leaving this brewing workshop, Song Wenbin inspected the nearby brewing workshop, which was basically similar to the situation in Zuixiangju. By the time the inspection was over, it was already dark.

Song Wenbin and Lao Zhangtou sat on the three jumpers, and Lao Zhang rode a car to send Song Wenbin to the subway station.

On the way, seeing that Song Wenbin had been thinking about it and didn't speak, Lao Zhang couldn't help but ask, "Xiao ...... Xiao Song, what are you thinking?"

"Hmm." Song Wenbin came back to his senses from his contemplation, "Ah, it's nothing, what do you think, Lao Zhang, is there something wrong with this thing?"

"I don't know, what do you think, it's a string production line, and we are also in the bottling business? Again, I don't understand." Lao Zhangtou asked confusedly.

"Are we also doing Mr. Li's business?" Song Wenbin couldn't help but laugh and said, "That's not sending your ass over to be beaten by others, everyone is so big, what can you do?"

"Oh." Hearing this, Lao Zhangtou breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm still worried that you're messing around, so what are you going to do if you don't do bottling business?"

"What else can I do with the goods?"

Song Wenbin said calmly: "I'm not too big or small, I'm also an Internet celebrity, monetizing traffic and helping people do better business, this is probably what I can do now."

"Do you need those people in the factory to bring goods this .....?"

Old Zhang Tou couldn't help but ask, "Those workers."

Song Wenbin was silent, and of course he didn't need it. If he wants to engage in delivering goods, one person is enough, but the contracts signed by those workers and his family also give him a headache.

If you want to go bankrupt and liquidate the factory, there will be a large amount of resettlement costs after that, if you don't go bankrupt and liquidate, he will have to pay his salary every month, it can be said that it will be either a long pain or a short pain, in short, there is no pain.

"What can those people do?" Song Wenbin rubbed his head and asked.

"Uh... Actually, there are quite a few of them. You also know that your father is in business, he does whatever he has, and all kinds of strange things have been produced....We will do whatever the state subsidizes for a few years, and we are not afraid of your jokes, and we have studied new energy vehicles in the past two years."

Song Wenbin's sweat was dripping down his head.

It's too grassy.

"Well, I'll take some money and make up for the wages I owe. Then you quickly get rid of the inventory that should be sold, cut the production line, and collect a few dollars, and then we want to develop things."

"But... These will certainly not fill the hole." The old man whispered, "I have lost so much... What the hell..."

"It's okay, I'll go to the bank and see if I can figure it out." Song Wenbin said calmly.