Fang Zhengyi continued: "As long as we increase the publicity campaign, it will explode in a short time! In addition, we have to cooperate with local nobles, gangs, and lawyers. If someone counterfeits the brand, we will go in and start smashing it. In the end, we will sue him and bankrupt him. You can’t do business!”
"The brand name deserves to be a combination of things and things that will impress people as soon as they hear it. It's called Jingbake Old Capital Cafe. It's a classy place."
Lai Gou'er's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said with some excitement: "Brother, you are good at this! If there is a plan, when I go to sea again, I will open our cafe in the old capital. Then I won't make a fortune? It's just a pity. , we haven’t grown coffee yet.”
Fang Zheng laughed and said, "You can just buy coffee from abroad. Who knows where you got it from? If anyone dares to talk too much, send it to be used as fertilizer. If you can really do this, I will support you fully, and you will make me grow up in the future." Let’s build the country into a coffee country!”
"Isn't this unrealistic?" Lai Gou'er asked with his eyes widened.
I thought the eldest brother just said it casually, why is his ambition so big?
"You haven't seen its potential yet. Coffee is hugely profitable, and there are many other derived cultures. I hope Dajing can lead the trend. Of course, there will definitely be many strong competitors in the foreign market, but you remember... ." Fang Zheng smiled and said, "When I, the Dajing people, encounter difficulties overseas, there is a strong motherland behind you!"
The three major beverages in the world are tea, coffee and cocoa.
Tea already has local advantages, and now there is coffee. If Lai Gouer doesn't do it, he will find someone else to do it.
If this thing had a monopoly, the profits would be even better than selling fans!
At present, with the national strength of Dajing and many specialties that cater to the preferences of the upper class, and finally coupled with the mysterious veil of oriental culture, it is really exciting!
"Of course, these are all things for later. If you need my help when the time comes, just ask." Fang Zheng smiled and took a sip of wine.
Fortunately, he is a man of conscience. If he had been replaced by some unscrupulous old guy, he might have taken advantage of the country to promote wine culture to the world.
"Thank you, brother!" Lai Gou'er said excitedly.
After hearing about Fang Zheng's extravagant spending, he had already begun to dream about the bright future of becoming a coffee tycoon.
While the two were chatting freely, the cook from the Princess Mansion came over with two plates of steaming dishes.
He walked up to Fang Zhengyi and said, "Sir, Madam knows you are coming back, so she asked me to give you two more dishes."
"Well, let it go. You've worked hard. You can go back and rest."
Fang Zheng nodded and watched the cook leave. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and said, "Wait a minute."
As he spoke, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and turned back to the cook: "This food is called chocolate. You can process it in the kitchen, put it in a pot over water and melt it, then add some honey, milk, cream and the like. , let it cool and solidify, shape it into shape for me, and then send it back."
Fang Zheng explained in one breath, and drew a heart shape on the table with his hand stained with wine.
"Just this shape, make it a little more straight, and the left and right sides should be perfectly aligned."
Fang Zheng looked at the heart shape and smiled happily.
With the heart-shaped romantic chocolate to settle the little girl, why not hold it in hand? !
Find someone to order a beautiful box tomorrow and get Chu Youyi in two days!
The cook looked at the heart shape on the table and said in astonishment: "Master, would it taste better if it was shaped like a butt?"
How the hell does this look like a butt?
Fang Zheng took a breath and became angry: "Just do it if you are told. Where do you come from so many words?"
This bitch really has no romantic genes at all!
"Brother, this is indeed a butt."
"Shut up too!"
.......
For two months, Father Solje lived in a very depressed state.
The overseas missions of twenty-three countries were housed in the Honglu Guesthouse. At first, the people from Feka were housed there like other missions, but the situation soon changed.
After staying for less than a day, I was driven to another residence with my luggage.
Everyone in Feika was driven into a windowless carriage by the people from Honglu Temple. After sitting in the carriage for an unknown length of time, they were pulled to a desolate place.
There was only one dilapidated house, and they were accommodated in it by simply cleaning it up.
The house is mostly surrounded by wild lands, with almost no human habitation except for the strict guards.
Every day, people came to deliver meals, which were boiled vegetables with clear soup and little water and a little salt. Da Jing's food really made him sick to his core.
Fortunately, officials occasionally come to visit.
Father Sorjie could only take advantage of this opportunity to apply to officials in an attempt to see Fang Zhengyi.
This is where the nightmare begins...
At first, the attitude of Dajing officials was considered friendly, and even his non-standard speaking was very tolerable.
However, after repeated communication, no effective information seemed to be obtained.
Instead, the other party kept asking about him, first asking where he lived, how many people were in his family, and what his status was in Feka.
Finally, you have to provide proof yourself.
Father Solje has never encountered such a ridiculous thing in his life. I, a foreigner, have traveled thousands of miles to come to Dajing.
You actually asked me to show you proof? How do I show it, what do I show it with? ?
After repeated complaints, Dajing's officials seemed to understand the situation and stopped making things difficult. Instead, they took out a piece of paper and asked him to fill in various information that he had dictated before.
The second question comes again.
He can speak but cannot write!
He was the only one in Feika's missionary group who could communicate with the Dajing people, and there was even less one who could write!
So, for a whole month, Father Solje began to go out with pieces of torn paper to ask his grandfather and grandma to fill in the information.
Dajing officials won't help write it, but it's no problem if you ask.
However, this official came only a few times a month, and could not learn a few words each time. He could only find a way to beg the guards who guarded them.
But the third problem came again, the guards couldn’t read either!
Father Sorje went completely crazy...
However, after being educated by the guards, he regained his composure in time, prayed to God, and began to stalk the inspection officials.
Finally, after spending a month and a half, I filled out two documents and submitted them...
So, fifteen days later, Father Solje, who was five years older, once again waited for the inspecting officials.
At this moment, he no longer cared about his manners. When he saw the person coming, his eyes flashed, and a vicious dog pounced on him: "Sir! Is there a reply?"
The official who had just arrived was startled. Hearing Father Solje's words, he smiled and replied: "Oh, Father, my friend, please calm down."
Hearing this, the veins on Father Solje's forehead were half exposed.
I don’t know why this stupid herald always talks like this! He was very angry, and every sentence seemed to be teasing himself. And he is always smiling and doesn't do anything.
"Sir, just speak normally!"
"Look at your attitude. Aren't you afraid that you won't understand when I speak like this?" The official rolled his eyes at him.
Father Solje suppressed his anger and ignored the topic: "Master Fang, are you willing to see me?"
"Hmm..." The official's attitude was uncertain. He paused and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the priest.
"The format of the information submitted last time was incorrect. Please fill it out again."
Re...fill!!!?
Father Solje was stunned, and a trace of blood was visible to the naked eye, rising from his neck towards his face.
The next moment, the furious priest rushed towards the official with his teeth bared and roared: "I'm going to fuck your mother@%*&!@%#!!"
...
