Rural Shennong

Chen Ping took care of Lin Yuru and had breakfast, and wanted to spend more time with her today, after all, this day has special meaning for both of them.

But a sudden phone call from Lei Jialan disrupted Chen Ping's plan.

"What? The Yang family invited a lot of wine distributors to their house for a wine tasting party? Why didn't I hear any news?"

Lei Jialan sighed: "Who knew that the Yang family's secrecy measures were so good, let alone you, even I got the invitation."

"Are you free now? If you are free, come out quickly, let's discuss and discuss countermeasures!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping looked at Lin Yuru with a tangled expression.

Lin Yuru touched Chen Ping's face: "Go to work if you have something to do, I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself."

Chen Ping put on his clothes and kissed Lin Yuru's forehead: "I'm not allowed to go to work today and rest at home, otherwise I'll come back and watch you."

After going downstairs to drive, Chen Ping went straight to a Pingxin restaurant near the development zone, and met Lei Jialan in a private room on the second floor.

"Jia Lan, what's the specific situation?"

Lei Jialan handed an invitation card the size of an A4 paper to Chen Ping: "Take a look, it's all here."

Open the invitation, and there are several coloring pages inside.

The first color page is printed with four plum blossom seal characters, and "Lingnan Zhenniang" is obviously written by a famous artist.

Looking at the bottle on the coloring page again, Chen Ping couldn't help admiring: "I have to say, Yang Hanye really cares."

"The cost of this bottle alone is more than ten yuan, right? It's much more expensive than our two-yuan glass imitation porcelain bottle."

"But his name is really not good."

"Looking like a cat or drawing a tiger, that's all."

Chen Ping underestimated Yang Hanye's ambition too much.

Yang Hanye specially ordered a real bone china wine bottle in a ceramics factory in order to upgrade the high-end atmosphere of Lingnan Zhenjiu and sell it at a high price.

Not to mention the cost of design and finalization, the cost of a wine bottle is 40 yuan.

Chen Ping continued to look down. When he saw the agent's guide price announced by Yang Hanye, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "The market guide price is 200 yuan a bottle? Is he trying to lose money and make money?"

You must know that the top-quality sorghum that Chen Ping provided to Yangjia Distillery was 70 yuan a catty.

With two catties of sorghum and a bottle of wine, the cost of sorghum alone has reached 200 yuan. Adding in the cost of the bottle and labor production, and the fanfare of the publicity, I am afraid that [-] yuan may not be able to stop it.

Lei Jialan frowned slightly: "You can still laugh, do you think Yang Hanye is a fool?"

"His price is not much more expensive than Tangpu Zhenniang, but Lingnan Liquor's reputation and market channels are not comparable to you."

"I can assure you that once the wine of the Yang family is on the market, with the connections of the Yang family and the high-end packaging, it will definitely be in short supply."

At this point, Lei Jialan regretted it a bit: "If I knew this, we should have served snacks and made better publicity and packaging."

Chen Ping said calmly: "No matter how much supply is not demanded, he will not make money, and even lose money. What am I afraid of him doing?"

"I also have my own winery. When my wine is on the market, I will see what he will do."

Lei Jialan shook her head and smiled wryly: "Chen Ping, you don't understand how powerful the Yang family's method of burning money to hit the market is."

"Do you think the Yang family is afraid that you will open a winery and start anew?"

"The advantage you had before was that the quality of the wine was incomparable."

"Except for this, you are completely defeated in every aspect."

"Since you signed that contract, even this advantage has been wiped out by the Yang family."

"If you sell a 68, people who can afford such an expensive wine are still short of twenty yuan. It's better to buy a brand, and look at higher-grade wine?"

"If you don't think about it, I really don't see where your chances are."

Chen Ping was silent for a moment: "I'll go back to Tangpu Village first. I guess Yang Hanye still has a backup, so I have to prepare in advance."

Even Lei Jialan is not optimistic about Chen Ping, let alone other people.

Especially those elites who had a simulated relationship with the Yang family and drank Lingnan Zhenjiu in advance.

In the Yang family's mansion, there is a group of wine marketers holding wine glasses and discussing in low voices.

"Chen Ping has risen quite rapidly, but unfortunately his foundation is too shallow. When fighting with the Yang family, his background is not at 01:30."

"Heh, fighting with Young Master Yang, he is doomed to die, but it will happen sooner or later."

"I heard that Young Master Yang of the winery didn't spend any money, and the Lei family gave it to the Yang family as a dowry."

Everyone sighed.

This is the difference between the wealthy family and the Dousheng Xiaomin.

The Yang family didn't need to face Chen Ping directly, and waved his hand like swat a fly to slap him out of the game.

The story about Tangpu Zhenjiu and Pingxin Restaurant is no secret in the upper class of Yuncheng.

Everyone knows that in the beginning, Pingxin Restaurant was almost closed because there was no alcohol to sell, so they had no choice but to come up with such a good wine.

Once Tangpu Zhenjiu is abolished, Chen Ping's core business, Pingxin Restaurant, may be difficult to maintain.

Yang Hanye listened to the discussions around him, with undisguised complacency in the corners of his eyes.

Lei Qiaoxi also came to this wine tasting party, and Lei Jialan's invitation card was actually hers.

It's just that she didn't take the invitation card to heart at all, and just threw it at home. With her face, what kind of invitation card do you need to go in and out of Yang's house?

She came today to participate in the wine tasting party. More importantly, he wanted to surprise Yang Hanye.

"Brother Yang, can you come with me? I have something private to tell you."

Yang Hanye was slightly taken aback: "Okay, let's talk in the room."

The Yang family and the Lei family are both in Zaoxiang Mountain, but the internal layout of the mansion is completely different.

The Lei family didn't move much of the old buildings, but the Yang family demolished all of them and rebuilt them into small villas.

The two of them entered a villa, and Lei Qiaoxi took off his coat, and put his hand around Yang Hanye's neck: "Brother Yang, the overall situation has been settled now, that kid named Chen will never turn around again."

"You promised me before, when will you come to our house to talk about our marriage?"

Yang Hanye's expression froze: "Uh, this..."

Lei Qiaoxi's heart skipped a beat, and her determination became more urgent.

She didn't force Yang Hanye anymore, but said softly: "Sooner or later, I will be yours. Today is the beginning of your new career and new starting point."

"I want to...I want to give you all of me."

Yang Hanye's face brightened. In the past, this little goblin just hung him up and let him hold his little hands at most.

He didn't expect to give him such a big benefit today, and he couldn't wait to reach out to hug Lei Qiaoxi.

Who would have thought that Lei Qiaoxi would dodge his embrace with a giggle and dodge: "You want to be here?"

Seeing Yang Hanye staring at her and swallowing her saliva, Lei Qiaoxi glanced at him charmingly, and hooked his fingers: "I'm going to take a bath first, you wait for me obediently!"

As soon as Lei Qiaoxi entered the bathroom, Yang Hanye heard the sound of rushing water, and there was a picture in his mind.

He couldn't wait to take off his clothes, and before he could untie his trouser belt, there was a hasty knock on the door.