Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

He rushed to the wall and pulled down the calendar, pointing at the posters of Hong Kong and Taiwan stars: "Let old man Zhu write the plaque later. That old man can write flowers with a broom!"

The cicadas outside the window suddenly chirped shrilly. Zhou Kang squinted at the sample box sent by the supply and marketing cooperative. "Zhou Qi uses a bald monk as a trademark. Let's just hire Jet Li! Who wouldn't recognize his monk look in Shaolin Temple?"

"Yeah!"

Zhou Weixing imitated the drunken boxing stance and spun in circles: "The posters in the cinema have all been ripped off! Let's print a photo of him practicing martial arts. It will be a hundred times better than the crooked-necked monk hand-painted by Zhou Qi!"

Old Zhou suddenly grabbed an abacus and started typing: "The ** needs to be gilded, and the wine bottle needs to be frosted..."

The sound of abacus beads clattering seemed to be accompanied by the jingle of silver dollars. He seemed to see his own wine bottles being placed in the provincial capital department store, with the counter crowded with customers holding up remittance vouchers.

The cursing voice of Old Man Zhu could be heard from the other end of the warehouse. The old man was practicing calligraphy on the wall with a mop dipped in red paint.

Zhou Weixing leaned against the window and shouted, "Uncle Zhu! Write a cursive calligraphy for us on 'Peerless Grace'!"

The tabby cat that was napping in the corridor was startled and jumped onto the beam.

Zhouqi wine’s monthly sales can reach two million, so why can’t our products achieve this number?

Not to mention that we have an exclusive advantage - the factory director Zhou Kang is in charge personally, and it's just a matter of a word from him to decide how much goods we want.

"Let's divide the work."

Zhou Weixing turned the door handle and said, "You are responsible for making the workshop run at full capacity. I will go and ask Mr. Zhu Yongxing to write the inscription for 'Peerless Grace'.

The inkstones will be sent directly to the printing factory, and the first batch must be produced within two days.

When the product is launched, you can just sit at home and count your money until your hands are tired! When you retire, we will immigrate to Switzerland to see the snow-capped mountains! "

The father and son smiled at each other, then went about their business in a hurry.

The next day at noon, Zhou Qi got on his motorcycle and headed straight for Luomahu Lake.

He had to confirm whether Zhu Xiang was still hanging around. When he arrived at the scene, the army green jeep was gone, leaving only a few broken locust trees standing on the shore.

The freshly broken edge of the tree stump was eye-catching—how crazy was the speed of the car last night?

If there weren't these trees blocking the way, the motorcycle of this family of three would have been rushed into the lake to feed the fish long ago.

Zhou Qi felt a chill run down his spine, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the glass factory.

After circling the factory three times, I didn't see any military-licensed vehicle. I guessed that Zhu Xiang had fled back to the army with his tail between his legs.

This stray dog ​​runs quite well!

In the following days, Zhou Qi rode his motorcycle to more than 30 towns and villages in Guangshi.

In this area with a population of two million, he inspected his own sales outlets in each area.

The lively scene of people from various villages pushing carts to exchange wine could be seen everywhere, and the sales managers directly called the people from the grain station to the scene.

The villagers unloaded the grain and weighed it on the spot, and the carts filled with grain lined up to be transported to the granary.

At present, all the grain stations in the villages are open for collecting grain, and the people are happy to clear out their old stored grain.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner, and those who are getting married or giving gifts have to prepare goods.

Besides, the autumn harvest is just around the corner, and it’s a good time to empty the warehouses before the new grain arrives.

Nowadays, the villagers are short of clothes, but they are not short of food - especially the old grains that have been stored for two or three years. It is the first time that the grain station has collected grain in such a grand manner.

In previous years, the Grain Management Office basically collected public grain paid by everyone. If individuals went to sell grain individually, the amount they collected was actually not much.

But this year these grain stations suddenly changed their attitude, opened their doors wide and took in as much grain as they could, and the prices were particularly fair. No one dared to lower the price for the common people anymore.

Nowadays, common people like to take their grain to the sales outlets under Zhou Qi's control and exchange them for wine.

Zhou Qi leaned against the door frame and looked at the crowded stalls, feeling very happy.

He calculated that there were still two months until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the sales of this wine could at least increase two or three times.

Now that the villagers have some extra money in their pockets, they are willing to spend it on buying things.

Speaking of this kind of wine, it is no longer a rare item for them now. They can afford it by saving a little money.

As usual, the weekly sales meeting was held at the "Hao Zai Lai" restaurant, but this time all eight regional managers were like eggplants hit by frost.

In the past, when we held commendation meetings, these people's voices could lift the roof off the house, but today, they were all just busy eating the rice in their bowls.

"Why are you guys so unmotivated today?"

Zhou Qi has been busy traveling around these days and is unaware of the new changes in the market.

"Boss, there's a fake product on the market."

Zhang Mei put her chopsticks on the table, took out a wine bottle from her canvas bag and put it on the table: "Look at this 'Peerless Fenghua', it's a complete copy of ours from the bottle shape to the label."

Xiao Chao immediately handed over another bottle and said, "The most amazing thing is that they also asked Jet Li to be the spokesperson. You can see that on this bottle, Jet Li is doing a drunken boxing pose, and even the font is copied from ours.

I heard that it was made by Zhou Weixing, the young master of Tanggou Distillery, and the price is only 1.2 yuan, which is 20 cents cheaper than ours."

Zhou Qi took the two bottles of wine and turned them around, then suddenly laughed out loud: "With just 1.2 yuan, you think you can beat us? How are their sales now?"

The ashtray was half full of cigarette butts. Zhou Qi flicked the ash and said, "Tanggou dares to lower the price because they have their own winery."

He tapped the glass turntable and said, "Shen Bing is behaving well now, but maybe one day he will create a 'world invincible' to compete with us for food."

The eight sales managers sat in silence around the round table, with light blue smoke floating in the halo of the chandelier in the box.

Zhang Mei stroked her newly permed curly hair: "Now the four wineries in this town are copying our brand. I heard that even Mr. Liu from the supply and marketing cooperative has started to stock up on Peerless Fenghua..."

"Are you afraid they will beat you up?"

Zhou Qi suddenly slammed the table, shaking the Maotai bottle and saying, "Apple was able to succeed by relying on OEM production, that was because their brand was strong enough!"

He picked up the bottle and turned it to read the label: "We are now like Xiaomi when it first started. We have to build our own factory before we can gain a firm foothold."

Xiao Chao stared at the oil stain on the tablecloth and muttered, "It cost at least two or three million to build the factory..."

"Money can be borrowed! Land can be approved!"

Zhou Qi flipped open the planning map and pointed his finger at the development zone plot: "I want the bottling line to be up and running in three months!"

The edges of the blueprints were still stained with toner from the photocopier: "Just sell your products all over the province, so that those knockoffs can't even get a taste of the tail gas!"

The waiter came in to add tea and started coughing because of the smell of smoke in the room.

Zhou Qi suddenly untied his tie and asked, "Do you know how Nike got started?"

He stood on a stool and gestured: "First do the design and then find a contract manufacturer. Once the brand is well-known, we will immediately build our own factory!"

He stepped on the leather sofa and left a dent.

The roar of a wine truck could be heard outside the window. Zhou Qi grabbed his coat and said, "Let's go! I'll take you to see the new factory site!"

The eight managers followed and got into the Santana. The wheels rolled over the cigarette butts on the ground, leaving charred marks on the concrete floor.

The ceiling fan in the winery's office was creaking, and several sales managers' hands were sweating as they held the reports.

Zhou Qi slammed the enamel pot on the table and said, "I've made the decision. We'll build our own factory!"

The voice shook the sales chart on the wall.