Rural Shennong

The first ray of morning light rose from the sky, and Chen Ping, who had practiced all night, also opened his eyes in good time.

Chen Ping quietly got up and walked to the edge of the field, raised his hand to pick off a grain of sorghum, looked at it, and then threw it into his mouth.

"Finally, it's not in vain!" Chen Ping looked at the sorghum field in front of him, and laughed: "This is my hole card, Yang Hanye, are you ready?"

At the same time, in the Zaoxiangshan villa area of ​​Yuncheng, a dozen miles away, a scream rang out from the Yang family's mansion.

"Ah~!"

Yang Hanye woke up from the nightmare. If his bedroom hadn't been sound-proofed well, this voice would have made him sick.

He dreamed that Chen Ping turned into a monster with ferocious fangs, opened his mouth wide and bit him.

"It's a dream, it's a dream!" Yang Hanye couldn't fall asleep, after washing up, he went to the living room with dark circles under his eyes.

The servants have prepared a hearty breakfast.

As soon as Yang Hanye sat on the table, he smelled a strong milky fragrance. There was a glass of milk on his right.

"Where did this milk come from?"

The servant bowed and said, "Young master, this is the latest premium milk in Yuncheng, called Happy Fresh Milk, and it tastes very good."

Yang Hanye grabbed the cup, the veins in his hands were throbbing, and the cup was about to be crushed by him.

He really wanted to smash the cup and the milk in the faces of the servants who couldn't open the pot.

But the rich milk fragrance seduced him like a devil.

In the end, Yang Hanye couldn't help but took a big sip.

Really fragrant!

The expression on Yang Hanye's face was very weird, ranging from happiness and sweetness to entanglement and pain.

"It's mine, it's all mine!" Yang Hanye threw the cup away: "Chen Ping, I will make you pay back ten million times the humiliation you have caused me!"

In Tangpu Village, Chen Ping sneezed suddenly. He rubbed his nose: "Who cares about me?"

He took out his mobile phone, opened Lingnan Wine's official website, and watched the countdown to the last day's promotional activities, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Villagers who got up early had already come to the field, Chen Ping shook his head, and greeted everyone to start a new day of work.

In the past, some villagers did not understand Chen Ping's various strange behaviors.

For example, Chen Ping's transplanting of sorghum can turn crops and livestock into top-quality products and so on.

In private, some people say that he has an ancestral fertilizer formula.

Some people also said that there was green smoke from his ancestral grave, just in time for Tangpu Village to become a treasure land of geomantic omen.

Some people asked Chen Ping for these secrets carelessly, but Chen Ping just laughed it off.

But after personally experiencing the transformation of the swamp, the villagers' thoughts changed, and the way they looked at Chen Ping changed.

This is a living fairy!

It stands to reason that the transplanted sorghum is not so easy to survive. In the past, it took two or three days for the sorghum to prosper.

But what happened to all the luxuriant branches and leaves overnight?

They didn't know that in order to hurry, Chen Ping did not use special chemical fertilizers to cultivate slowly as before, but directly used spiritual liquid.

So in the eyes of the villagers, it seemed that Chen Ping's methods were even more unpredictable.

No villager dared to underestimate Chen Ping anymore. When talking to him, the volume was automatically and consciously lowered.

Whatever Chen Ping asks the villagers to do, they don't need blood, and they don't need money to encourage them.

In the morning, under the command of Chen Ping, the villagers harvested sorghum, loaded it into trucks and transported it to the winery, and started to brew wine.

The sorghum stalks were not wasted, and they were sent to Miao Runlian's farm to be fed to the cows.

The vacated land was immediately planted with new sorghum stalks.

It was so busy until it was dark that all the sorghum that Zhang Dayong brought last time was exhausted.

Such a large area of ​​sorghum only filled one grain storage, and most of the harvested sorghum was sent by Chen Ping to the warehouse that had been prepared by the winery.

"Everyone has worked hard these two days!" Chen Ping supported his waist and said, "Everyone will go to Runlian to receive 1000 yuan."

In normal times, the villagers are guaranteed to be jumping and cheering.

But now they all looked sluggish, and they were all exhausted.

Chen Ping didn't go to work in the field that night, and slept comfortably.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Ping turned on his mobile phone and stared at the official website of Lingnan Wine.

Not only him, but an unknown number of people in the entire Yuncheng are staring at this website.

At eight o'clock, the countdown ends.

As if they had made an appointment, all the tobacco and alcohol stores and big hotels also took down the advertisements for the special promotion of Lingnan Brew.

Those tobacco and alcohol shops that had limited sales in order to stock up before are also gearing up to let go of selling alcohol.

But the wine market, which was booming before, suddenly became deserted.

At noon, Yang Hanye couldn't wait to call all the company's executives for a meeting.

"Have the sales performance of each department been counted?"

The executives looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, the chief financial officer bit the bullet and stood up: "Young Master Yang, this morning's sales performance, no... less than [-]% of the previous one."

Yang Hanye was taken aback for a moment, then turned into a rage: "What are you talking about? It's not as good as the previous [-]%? How is this possible!"

The chief financial officer didn't dare to lift his head, and quickly explained: "After the analysis of the marketing department, we think that there are too many wines sold during the promotional activities, which has caused the market to be somewhat saturated with premium wines."

"But don't worry, wine is a consumable. After the customers who bought wine before have finished drinking, our sales will increase steadily."

After the meeting was over, Yang Hanye returned to his office, stood at the window with his hands behind his back, and watched the bustling crowd and traffic below his feet.

He always had some ominous premonition, but he couldn't grasp where that ominous premonition came from.

Fang Lili walked to his side and said in a low voice: "Young Master Yang, I don't know what to say or not to say."

Yang Hanye turned his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Fang Lili hesitated for a moment: "Don't blame me if I tell you."

Yang Hanye frowned slightly: "Tell me, I don't blame you."

Fang Lili glanced at Yang Hanye's face: "I think the Chief Financial Officer just said something wrong."

"The saturation of the premium wine market is probably even more serious than what he said."

"At least in the short term, our winery's sales will not increase, and may even fall back!"

Fang Lili's words sounded alarmist to Yang Hanye's ears.

He turned his head sharply and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Fang Lili explained: "Young Master Yang, think about it. A bottle of wine at 200 yuan is not expensive, nor is it cheap. It is not something that ordinary people can afford on a daily basis."

"The ones who actually buy and drink are the elite few, but most of the wine we released before was hoarded by scalpers and tobacco and alcohol dealers."

"They have stockpiled so much wine, and they are under great financial pressure. It is unlikely that they will buy from our winery in the short term. They must release the existing goods to make money to restore blood."