Royal Gold Magistrate

Fang Zhengyi continued: "As long as we intensify our publicity campaign, it won't be long before it becomes popular! In addition, we have to cooperate with local nobles, thugs, and lawyers. If someone counterfeit a brand, we will go in and start smashing it. In the end, he will be sued for bankruptcy. You can't do business!"

"The name of the brand should be a combination of the East and the West, and it will impress people with a profound heritage. It's called Jingbuck Old Capital Cafe, and the grade will rise immediately."

Lai Gou'er's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said excitedly: "Brother, you are good at it! If you have a trick, when I go to sea again, I will open our old capital cafe. Then I won't make a fortune? It's just a pity. , we haven’t grown coffee yet.”

Fangzheng laughed loudly: "You can just buy coffee in a foreign country. Who knows where your source of goods comes from? If anyone dares to talk too much, you can send it to be used as fertilizer. If you can really do this, big brother will fully support you. In the future, I will be big Let's make it into a country of coffee!"

"Isn't that realistic, bro?" Lai Gou'er asked with wide-eyed eyes.

I thought the eldest brother said it casually, why is he so ambitious?

"You haven't seen its potential. Coffee has huge profits, and there are many other derivative cultures. I hope Dajing can lead the trend. Of course, there will definitely be many strong competitors in the foreigner market, but you remember.. "Fangzheng said with a smile, "When my Dajing people encounter difficulties overseas, there is still a powerful motherland behind you!"

The world's three major beverages, tea, coffee and cocoa.

Tea already has a local advantage, and now there is coffee. If Lai Gouer doesn't make it, he will find someone else to do it.

If this thing is monopolized, the profit will be better than selling fans!

At present, relying on the national power of the great scene and many special products that can cater to the preferences of the upper class, and finally adding the mysterious veil of oriental culture, it is really very interesting!

"Of course, these are things for later, just ask if you need my help." Fang Zheng took a sip of his wine with a smile.

Fortunately, he is a person with a conscience, and if he replaces it with some unscrupulous old things, he may have to use the country's advantages to promote wine culture to the world.

"Thank you, brother!" Lai Gou'er said excitedly.

He had just listened to Fang Zheng's extravagant day, and he had already begun to fantasize about his bright future of becoming a coffee tycoon.

While the two were chatting, the cook from the princess mansion came over with two plates of steaming dishes.

Walking up to Fang Zhengyi, he said, "Master, Madam knows that you are coming back, so let me add two dishes for you."

"Enen, let it go, you have worked hard, go back and rest."

Fangzheng nodded his head, watched the cook leave and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he took out a small cloth bag from his bosom, and turned to the chef who came back: "This food is called chocolate, you can process it in the back kitchen, put it in a pot and melt it over water, and then add some honey, milk, cream or something like that." , let it cool down and solidify, then give me a shape, and then send it back.”

Fangzheng explained in one mouthful, and drew a heart shape on the table with his hands stained with wine.

"As far as this shape is concerned, it should be corrected, and the left and right should be perfectly aligned."

As soon as Fang Zheng looked at the heart shape in the painting, he smiled happily.

With heart-shaped romantic chocolates to settle the little girl, isn't it just a pinch? !

Get someone to order a beautiful box tomorrow, and take Chu Youyi down in two days!

The cook looked at the heart shape on the table in astonishment and said, "Master, would it taste better if it was shaped like a butt?"

What the fuck does that look like ass?

Fangzheng breathed and suffocated, and became angry from embarrassment: "If you are told to do it, you will do it. Why are there so many words?"

This earth dog really doesn't have any romantic genes!

"Brother, this is indeed a butt."

"Shut up too!"

.......

For two months, Father Soljay was very depressed.

Overseas missions from 23 countries were housed in the Honglu Guesthouse. At first, people from Feika were also housed there like other missions, but the situation changed quickly.

After staying for less than a day, he was rushed to another residence with his luggage.

All the people in Feika were driven to a windowless carriage by the people from Honglu Temple. After sitting in the carriage for an unknown amount of time, they were dragged to a desolate place.

There was only one dilapidated house, and they were settled in after simply tidying it up.

The surroundings of the house are mostly fields, and there are almost no people except for the strict guards.

Every day, people come to deliver meals, which are boiled vegetables with little water and a little salt. Dajing's food really makes him feel sick.

Fortunately, there are occasional official visits.

Father Soljay could only take advantage of this gap and apply to the officials in an attempt to see Fang Zhengyi.

This is where the nightmare begins...

At the beginning, the attitude of the Dajing official could be called kind, and even his substandard spoken language was very tolerant.

However, after communicating and communicating, it seems that no effective information has been obtained.

Instead, the other party has been asking about himself, first asking where he lives, how many people are in the family, and what is his status in Feika.

Finally, you have to show your own proof.

Father Soljay has never encountered such absurd things in his life. I am a foreigner and traveled thousands of miles to Dajing.

You asked me to show proof?How do I show it, what do I show it! ?

After repeated complaints, Dajing's officials seemed to understand the situation and stopped making things difficult. Instead, they took out a piece of paper and asked him to fill in the various materials dictated earlier.

Here comes the second question again.

He can speak but not write!

He is the only one in the missionary group of Feika who can communicate with Dajing people, let alone anyone who can write!

So, for a whole month, Father Soljay began to go out with a piece of torn paper everywhere, begging his grandpa to tell his grandma to fill in the information.

The officials of Dajing will not help to write, but it is no problem to ask.

But the official came only a few times a month, and couldn't learn a few words each time, so he could only find a way to beg the guards who guarded them.

But the third problem came again, the guards were also illiterate!

Father Soljay is completely insane...

However, after being educated by the guards, he regained his composure in time, and after praying to God, he began to stalk the inspecting officials.

Finally, after spending a month and a half, I filled out two documents and submitted them...

So, after another fifteen days, Father Soljay, who was five years old, waited for the inspecting officials again.

At this moment, he didn't care about his manners anymore. When he saw the person coming, his eyes flashed brightly, a vicious dog rushed up: "My lord! Have you got a reply?"

The official who had just arrived was taken aback, and when he heard Father Soljay's words, he smiled back and said, "Oh, Father, my friend, please calm down."

Hearing this, the veins on Father Soljay's forehead were half exposed.

This shitty herald doesn't know why he keeps talking like that!He was furious, every sentence seemed to be teasing himself.And he is always smiling, and he just doesn't do shit.

"My lord, you can just speak normally!"

"Look at your attitude. I'm afraid you won't understand me when I speak like this." The official gave him a blank look.

Father Solger suppressed his anger and skipped the topic: "Master Fang, are you willing to see me?"

"Hmm..." The official's attitude was uncertain, he paused, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to the priest.

"The format of the information submitted last time is incorrect, please fill in a new one."

Re...Fill!!!?

Father Soljay was stunned, a smear of blood visible to the naked eye rose from the neck to the face.

The next moment, the runaway priest rushed towards the official with a grin, and roared, "I'm sorry for your mother @%*! @%#!!"

......