The American Scripture

"This is Lance Mitchell." Zhen Fan introduced Lance and Sampson. "This is Falke Sampson."

"You are welcome to join, Mr. Mitchell, you know, we are a vineyard that is very promising to establish a wine dynasty. It has always been an honor to work here. No, working with Zhen is mine. An honor!"

Zhen Fan is very depressed. When has he worked with Sampson? In addition to a bad name, this guy has a nonsense mouth.

"So... can I start looking forward to my work status?" Lance looked at Sampson and pursed his lips. "If I can, I want to know what work I should do."

Shanpusen nodded and glanced at Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, saying that you figured it out, and I wouldn't mind.

Sampson nodded, turned around to face the glass wall of the office, pointed at the uniformed and armed security guards by the front door and smiled: "Did you see them?"

Lance nodded: "I see, the security guards here are very good. I like their attitude. I remember that when I came in, the guy saluted me. He regarded this as a Marine Corps camp. , And I am the general who came to inspect. It feels great!"

"Well, from now on, you can enjoy this kind of life." Sampson smiled and nodded to Lance.

"Oh, am I the head of the security?" Lance nodded reluctantly, "Actually...I am not the best at this. It is the manager of the wine cellar, but...I listen to you. Be the security guard The supervisor is also pretty good."

"No, we have the supervisor. This is already set. What you have to do is a security guard...not a security supervisor! I know...you must think you are good at it. Don't underestimate the work of the security guard. , We have the best wine-making formula in the world. It's up to you to keep this secret, Mr. Security!" Sampson looked at Lance with a grin. "I believe you will not disappoint Mr. Zhen."

"Can you...be a deputy supervisor?" Lance looked at Zhen Fan pitifully.

"Don't look at me, Lance. The security is very good. The salary here is very high, and if you retire, your pension will be about 20% higher than the average security. Of course. If you can have Outstanding performance will still be improved, such as the team leader in the security guard!"

"Well...I do!" Lance agreed dissatisfiedly, "Can I go to your villa once a week? I miss Mia's Chinese noodles very much."

"Mia has the final say!" Zhen Fan shrugged, "It's okay to go. As for the noodles, it depends on her mood. Okay Lance, go to your new job!"

At this time Sampson picked up the landline phone. After dialing a number, it is connected. Said: "Call Kiefer in, I brought him a new person!"

Not long after, I saw a man in his mid-thirties walking in, with a chestnut-colored head and a uniform, looking very capable.

"Kiefer, this is Lance Mitchell, the new security guard, I believe you will use him correctly." Sampson nodded to Kiefer, "Take him away, let him get acquainted. Then find him a place to live, of course...he can also find a place to live by himself!"

"I live in Temecula's original Zhen's house!" Lance smiled at Sampson, "So... no need to arrange a place for me." Lance is in front of Sampson and the security supervisor. Show off your relationship with Zhen Fan. Obviously he didn't want to be bullied by the veterans as a rookie. To create a strong sense of preconception.

"Okay, then... now you can get acquainted with the work environment!" Sampson looked at the security supervisor, "Kiefer--"

"Follow me, Mitchell!" Kiefer nodded intently, and shook his head at Lance. The two left the office and walked outside.

"I don't care what you have with Mr. Zhen. I hope you will put yourself in the right position. Here, you are a security guard. You must do your best for your position, fulfill your duties, and... Don't cause trouble, if it's me Knowing that you are causing trouble, no matter who your backstage is, I will kick you out!"

"Yes, sir!" Lance replied solemnly.

After the two of them walked out, Sampson looked at Zhen Fan and said in a puzzled way: "I rarely see you intervening in management matters. How did you send this guy?"

"Because I need him, he has the ability that your security personnel do not have." Zhen Fan said, "Once our wines are on the market, it will have a huge impact on many winemakers. They will soon feel that we are in winemaking. The formula will be far better than their formula. In this way, in order to get this secret, they will do everything they can, even...supernatural power."

"You mean...supernatural?" Shanpusen looked at Zhen Fan in confusion.

"Look at him well and don't let him be lazy. In short... he will use the power that ordinary people don't have. This is a very good thing for us!" Zhen Fan was too lazy to explain, even if he did, Sampson Not necessarily believe it.

"Well, I will let Kiefer stare at him."

After confessing this, Zhen Fan sat down comfortably and listened to Shanpusen talking about the brewing situation of () wine. The whole process was still very smooth, and Shanpusen's advertisement and comprehensive distribution have already begun. . Because Sampson adopted a direct selling method, he borrowed h﹒ c﹒ d's sales network, so the distribution in the United States has not been disturbed. And in just a dozen days, Sampson has traveled almost to all major cities in the United States and held wine tastings, which will create the image of first-class wine.

American TV does not prohibit wine advertising, so in addition to his large investment in print advertising, Sampson also plans to shoot a first-class TV commercial.

"If possible, our monthly net profit will reach more than 20 million U.S. dollars after the full spread of goods. We can create hundreds of millions of dollars in net profit in a year. But... our vineyard is too small. It will become the biggest obstacle to our development, so... Zhen. We have to buy more vineyards!"

Sampson seemed a little excited. The first sales news from the flagship direct sales store in Los Angeles reached 400 bottles in less than five days. This is undoubtedly Sampson's excitement. It seems h﹒ c﹒ d's reputation and its current status in the liquor market cannot be shaken.

"I believe you, Sampson, I always think you are excellent. Thanks for your hard work!" Zhen Fan likes to look at Sampson who is in passion, the nature of the businessman is exposed, but he likes it.

"Of course. Of course, I am your most trustworthy friend, am I not?" Sampson nodded, "That's right. I sent that guy named Lance here today. What else?"

"It's okay, just look at the recent situation, oh... there is indeed one more thing, I want to take some back, you know, my friends, I have to let them taste, so I plan to hold a reception... you want Can you participate? I can give you a place." Zhen Fan stood up. When I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered.

"Of course. This is our achievement. Why can't I participate? It's like depriving a father of the right to attend his child's birthday party. It is unreasonable!" Sampson was very angry. He felt that Zhen Fan would just Shouldn't ask.

"Okay!" Zhen Fan agreed with this, but added, "I think you should be more accurate than being a mother!" He waved to Shan Pusen, and then went out without giving Shan Pu Sen's chance to refute.

If after the full distribution of the goods, a monthly profit of 20 million U.S. dollars is brought in, then Zhen Fan is the one who accounts for the bulk, which will allow him to easily make hundreds of millions of dollars a year. Of course, it is impossible to use all the funds for private squandering, and reinvestment is needed to make more money while expanding the scale of the vineyard.

Now, money is really nothing to Zhen Fan. He is considered one of the rich, so he just tossed about Sampson casually. After all, this is a business that makes money without losing money.

After leaving the vineyard, Lance was finally sent out, and it was a better place for him. Zhen Fan did not go back to Billy Foshan Village directly, but stopped by Temecula's clinic.

When he opened the door, he saw Annie. It's been a long time since he saw her. She looked pretty good, and she seemed more refreshed. There are not many patients waiting, because many people come by appointment, so the whole clinic is not crowded, but rather empty.

"Hey, Annie!" Annie was lowering her head and was busy with something, she didn't even know what Zhen Fan walked up to, until she heard this very familiar call.

"Zhen—" Annie raised her head as if being electrocuted, and looked at Zhen Fan. The expression on her face was wonderful, she was shocked by reality, then surprised, and finally stared at him like a grudge, and then she was calm. , She quickly adjusted her mentality.

"Hey, Zhen, it's gone!"

"Yeah, it's been a long time, Annie! Well, how do you feel now, if you work with Dr. Tang." Zhen Fan is fine looking for the topic, because it has been too long, and I always feel that I can't be as casual as before. It's like It's what people call the barrier, time is the best barrier.

"Very good~www.wuxiaspot.com~How about you!" Annie recovered quickly, and she saw Zhen again. The kind of intimacy was born, and it was easy to infect herself. She even had a bit of resentment. Why did she leave her? After Mecula, he rarely came here, "Claire is always talking about you!"

"Really? Cute little guy, I really want to see her!" Zhen Fan couldn't help but said. Thinking of that cute little girl, I haven't seen it for a long time. I really missed it when I mentioned it today.

"I'm sorry...Madam, I think it's my time!" An old man walked over and said dissatisfiedly to Annie, "My appointment time!" He pointed to his watch.

"Mr. McCarran?" Annie hurriedly terminated the chat with Zhen Fan and spoke to the old man. Seeing him nodding, she picked up the phone, talked to Tang Shaoyang in the office, and then put the phone down.

"Please wait a moment. After five minutes, Dr. Tang's treatment will end, and then it's your turn!"

"Okay, try to hurry up!" The old man looked at Annie, "Be careful, don't let these little white faces deceive, they are often vain!" Obviously, this old man doesn't know Zhen Fan, and maybe even Not a foreigner from Temecula. (To be continued...)