Rural Shennong

In the conference room of Lingnan Winery Building, all the executives held their breaths.

Yang Hanye, who was sitting in the first place, exuded the air-conditioning that strangers should not enter from his whole body.

Yang Hanye asked with a sullen face, "How much has our market share increased?"

He didn't ask about the profit. If he asked, he would pay. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the loss.

The head of the marketing department stood up and said, "Young Master Yang, today's statistics show that the market share of Lingnan Zhenniang has increased a lot compared to last week."

Yang Hanye noticed that the head of the marketing department looked a little embarrassed, so he asked with some doubts: "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

The director of the marketing department bit the bullet and said; "Young Master Yang, the market share of our best wines has increased, but there are not many people who have seized Tangpu Zhenniang.

"It's mainly... mainly because the market share of the old brand we sold before, that is, Lingnan Tequ, has dropped too much."

In the past, the top-quality wine was relatively expensive, and the cheapest one was 160, which was still a bit unaffordable for ordinary families.

Therefore, ordinary people still choose to drink Lingnan Special Qu. After all, Lingnan Special Qu has been sold for more than ten years, and its reputation can still stand.

But now that the price of top-quality wine has dropped to almost the same level as Lingnan Tequ, who will buy Lingnan Tequ?

Doesn't the best wine smell good to him?It is simply too fragrant.

The blood vessels next to Yang Hanye's temples throbbed.

After working for a long time, I slapped myself.

If you can't bear the child, you can't catch the wolf. Now, Yang Hanye is still riding a tiger, so he can only go all out.

As long as Chen Ping is defeated and the best wine is monopolized, there will be plenty of money to be made in the future.

"The former old brand Lingnan Tequ has all cut prices to seize the low-end wine market."

"The production capacity over there will also be reduced, and the vacant production lines will be used to produce the best wine for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and one of Yang Hanye's bodyguards hurried into the room.

Yang Hanye, who was already in a bad mood, was furious: "Who the hell let you in? Get out!"

The bodyguard wiped the cold sweat off his head: "Young Master Yang, no...it's not good, the price of Tangpu Zhenniang has also been reduced!"

Yang Hanye stood up abruptly, pushed away the stool, walked quickly to the bodyguard, and grabbed his neck.

"You said that the price of Tangpu Zhenjiu has been reduced?"

The bodyguard whispered: "Yes, they have reduced it to 70 yuan a bottle, and there is a long queue at the Four Seasons Supermarket."

Yang Hanye pushed the bodyguard away and roared to the sky: "Chen Ping, why don't you die!"

At this moment, the director of the marketing department quietly walked to Yang Hanye's side: "Young Master Yang, actually thinking about it from another angle, this is also a good thing."

"According to our analysis, Chen Ping costs 35 yuan to grow a pound of high-quality sorghum."

"Combined with other production costs, he sold it for 70 yuan, which is no longer profitable."

Yang Hanye rolled his eyes: "You mean..."

The head of the marketing department replied: "Chen Ping refuses to accept, he wants to burn money with us!"

The hostility on Yang Hanye's face dissipated, he slowly laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder: "Hahaha, that muddy leg wants to burn money with me? He is courting death!"

Some people laugh and some cry.

The Lingnan Jufu forum was almost full of mourning.

"Chen Ping is not a person. Compared with burning money, how can you burn the Yang family?"

"How much assets can Chen Ping have? If you sell it all, it will cost one billion or eight hundred million. Is he out of his mind?"

"Paralyzed, all crazy, it's like a dog biting a dog!"

"Boss Chen, I believe you are also qualified to enter the Jufu Forum, read what everyone said, stop now!"

"Come on, hurt each other!"

"This young master doesn't make drinks, you two dealers deserve it!"

"It deserves +1"

Chen Ping could indeed see the Lingnan Giant Rich Forum.

As long as the assets reach a certain amount, you will receive a text message inviting you to enter the Jufu Forum.

Chen Ping is very wary of this super rich forum. Although he registered an account, he never made a comment.

"Nobody cares about me!"

Lin Yuru, who had just finished strenuous exercise, lay on Chen Ping's chest covered in sweat, covered her mouth and said with a smile, "They are all analysts. Who would have thought that your hole cards are so strong."

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat: "Yuru, do you think I should continue to lower the price?"

Lin Yuru pondered for a moment: "If the price continues to drop, the profit of the winery will be lowered. Now the price is cheap enough."

Chen Ping stroked Lin Yuru's smooth back: "Actually, even if I didn't have this problem, I would have already planned to lower the price."

"The ancients said it well, if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world."

"Whether it's the best wine, the best dishes, or the best milk, I want to lower the price."

"The capital I have accumulated is enough for the sustainable development of various industrial chains."

"If you earn so much money, you don't bring it with you when you die. You can make money and benefit the public at the same time. Why not do it?"

Lin Yuru's eyes were full of warmth: "Ping, I'm always worried that if you become a rich man, you will lose your heart and pursue prosperity and wealth. It seems that I am thinking too much."

"No matter what you do, I will fully support you!"

Chen Ping kissed Lin Yuru on the forehead, squinted his eyes and said, "The price will definitely be lowered."

"However, in order to prevent my hole cards from being exposed prematurely, we have to use some tricks."

"Don't you also have an account on the Jufu Forum? You post a post, and post it like I said..."

That night, a person named "Mumucao" posted a post on the Jufu forum, which attracted widespread attention.

"I work in a cloud data center. According to the analysis of our data center, Chen Ping's top grade sorghum uses a lot of chemical fertilizers formulated with precious medicinal materials."

"Although the formula of chemical fertilizer is not known yet, the cost of planting it is very high, and it is conservatively estimated that it has reached 35 yuan per catty."

"The battle between Chen Ping and the Yang family has reached a fever pitch."

"He and the Yang family spent money in a price war. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but Chen Ping was actually too young and didn't know how to advance or retreat."

"The assets of the Yang family are close to [-] billion, and the Lingnan Commercial Bank, the God of Wealth, stands behind to guarantee the bottom line."

"If the price war ends, the Yang family will inevitably suffer losses, but it will never be hurt. However, Chen Ping will fall into the predicament of breaking the capital chain, and will eventually collapse."

"From the moment he decided to lower the price, the outcome has been decided!"

Seeing this post, everyone in the Jufu forum all liked it.

"Chen Ping, stop playing, you can't play with the Yang family."

"No, quickly restore the original price, even if you restore the original price, we will still buy your wine."

Those who say these words are basically wine and water distributors.

They were really frightened by the constant price cuts of the best wines.

Others hold different opinions, such as Sun Bochu's wife Wang Fang.

"I don't think these recent analyzes are very reliable. Is Chen Ping's planting cost really that high? Has anyone seen his account book?"

As soon as she finished posting, she was sprayed all over her body.

"The upstairs is stupid!"

"Does this person have persecution paranoia? Or have you read Chen Ping's account book?"

"There are fools every year, especially today."

Seeing these trolls, Wang Fang, who had just sent the message, wanted to smash the keyboard.

Her husband Sun Bochu said weakly: "Daughter-in-law, don't be angry, I also think that kid Chen Ping is stubborn."

Wang Fang's chest heaved in anger: "You know what a fart, it's obvious that someone is playing the rhythm."

"Just watch it if you don't believe me, Chen Ping will lower the price!"

"I'm [-]% sure that he's digging a bigger hole for the Yang family."

Those who can see the crisis, after all, are rare, and will soon be drowned in the bud by the spit of the public.

Sun Bochu also disagreed.

However, the next day, Sun Bochu received a call from Liu Yixin, only to realize that he was still too young.