"Boss He, do you understand? Now is a good time to kick you away." Nanyi stood up, "Yaqing Company Nanyi, Asia Mall will open soon, I sincerely invite you to Asia to reopen Qunfang

Sichuan Restaurant, please think carefully, if you need anything, you can come to me at No. 88 Yannanyuan."

Nan Yi put a piece of paper with a phone number on the table, "I believe you need a lawyer to argue with the landlord. Call him."

Sitting back in the car again, Nan Yi checked the map and rushed to Qian Taoyuan Hutong to find the next house to talk to.

For a short while, Nanyi visited three restaurants, but none of them took Nanyi's olive branch directly. One simply didn't consider it, and the other hesitated and needed time to think about it. The most promising one was Qunfang Sichuan Restaurant.

This is normal. Nanyi does not have the halo of reducing intelligence. Whether it is reopening or opening a branch, it is a big deal. Everyone needs to weigh the pros and cons, and it is impossible to make a decision easily.

After finishing his work outside, Nan Yi returned to the old house and Liu Zhen was already sitting on the sofa watching TV with her son in her arms.

"You're back just in time, the commercials will start soon."

"I just calculated my time to come back."

Nan Yi replied, went to wash up and sat next to Liu Zhen.

Not long after I sat down, the news broadcast ended, and then the commercials started.

Amidst the passionate shouts of killing, a general on horseback dressed in white appeared on the screen. The general's face was wearing a mask, full of solemnity and mystery.

I saw the general raising the gun in his hand high, and the child's narration immediately sounded: "Famous masters and generals should not keep themselves in prison, and thousands of troops should avoid white robes."

When the narration ends, the picture changes. The White House appears from an overlooking perspective. It slowly zooms in. The picture enters the banquet hall of the White House, and finally focuses on the Nanchen wine on the table.

The narration appeared again: "Nan Chenjiu, the only designated liquor for state banquets in the White House."

As the narration read aloud, the screen changed again, and large subtitles appeared on the screen: "Nancheng Wine, the Light of China, the Gold Medal of the International Wine Expo!"

"Is it appropriate to bind Nanchen Wine and Chen Qingzhi for marketing?" Liu Zhen asked as soon as the commercial ended.

"It's just temporary. It will definitely be clarified in the future. The main color of Nanchen Liquor marketing is white, the focus color is red, and the auxiliary color is generally gray. Through the white robe general, the product color of Nanchen Liquor can be implanted into the minds of consumers.

.”

"The most impressive thing about Baijiahong is Coca-Cola. Isn't it confusing?"

"The designer has already considered this issue during the design. There is a big difference in expression techniques and there will be no confusion." Nan Yi said.

"How much does the wine cost?"

"22 yuan 5."

"How much?" Liu Zhen exclaimed.

"22 yuan 5."

Nan Yi repeated it calmly.

“How much is Moutai?”

“Why ask about Maotai but not Fenjiu?”

“Fenjiu doesn’t have a strong sense of presence, even though it is a state banquet wine.”

"Oh, 18 yuan and 5."

"What do you think? It's more expensive than what Maotai sells."

"It is not meant to be sold to ordinary people. There are 1.05 billion people in the country. The main consumer group of Nanchen wine does not exceed tens of millions. It is unlikely that the number of people who will drink it will exceed this number in the future. However, most of the people say that they have drunk it.

It will exceed 300 million."

"Hey, it's a fine wine. Everyone is proud to drink Nanchen wine?"

"Haha, what Nanchen Liquor Industry needs to do next is to raise its value." Nan Yi said with a chuckle.

Two thousand two hundred kilometers away, Chen Zongqing, Chen Guowen, Chen Ruiwu, Chen Weizong, and Chen Weihao were sitting in the ancestral hall of Nanchen Village for a meeting.

Chen Zongqing said solemnly: "The advertisement has been broadcast. According to Nanyi's wishes, the next step in the village should be to start the business of recycling famous Ma cigarettes and famous wines. I plan to leave this matter to Wei Hao. What do you think?"

"No comment."

"The village chief has the final say."

"..."

Others agreed.

"Okay, it's settled, Wei Hao, come over and kneel down in front of your ancestors."

Chen Weihao followed his instructions and walked to the center of the ancestral hall and knelt down in front of the ancestral tablet.

"Wei Hao, the recycling business is very important. It affects whether Nanchen Liquor can raise its value. You must be careful and careful when doing things. The original price of Nanchen Liquor will be charged at a premium, while other famous tobacco and alcoholic beverages will be charged at a discount, especially our biggest competitors.

, keep the price as low as possible.

The profits of the recycling business will not be low. You only need to be a pioneer and start this business first. When other people see that the profits are good, they will naturally follow suit. When there are more people doing it, you can quit.

"

"Yes, village chief."

"Bake some incense."

Everyone came out one by one and offered incense.

After waiting for the incense to be served, the lone hero Chen Weihao set off under the moonlight with a large bag of money on his back.

Behind Chen Weihao, under the archway at the entrance of the village, four red lights flickered.

Suddenly, another red light floated from the village, slowly converging into the original four red lights.

"Wei Kuang, you also go out tomorrow to invite experts in electrolytic copper. As long as you are really capable, you can invite as many as you can. The salary can be as high as possible. If five hundred is not enough, just one thousand. If one thousand is not enough, just one thousand."

Five thousand, if you are really talented you can open up to 50,000.

Even if they are unwilling to come, we must release the goodwill of our Nanchen Village and be polite and considerate so that they can maintain a good impression of us.

Science and technology are primary productive forces!

We must maintain enough respect for literate people."

"Yes." Chen Weikuang responded.

After everything was said, the others dispersed one by one. On the way home, Chen Zongqing said seriously: "Weizong, there is not much money in the village."

"Nanyi gave me a number and told me to call it if I didn't have money. It's within 200 million Hong Kong dollars, and it's available anytime."

"What statement?"

"Borrow it from the village, no interest required."

"Nanyi is so experienced in doing things. He should have guessed the situation in the village. He should pay a visit in a few days." Chen Zongqing said with relief.

Chen Weizong said: "I guess he won't come too early. It's a busy time for him. Dad, I'm going to visit you in two days to check out the mine."

"Let Mingdi go and continue working on Nan Chenjiu."

Chen Weizong thought for a moment and said, "That's fine."

…

"The world's smallest Walkman, with 107 international patents, technology guides the future, code-named 026, focusing on the electronics field for a hundred years."

As soon as the advertisement for the code-named 026 Walkman on TV ended, Liu Zhen asked Nan Yi: "Is the product produced by Lin Guangwei's factory really the smallest Walkman in the world?"

"Really, it can be said to be the only Walkman in the world."

When Liu Zhen heard what Nan Yi said, she immediately realized that the word "Walkman" must have been registered by Lin Guangwei, so she curled her lips and said: "Crooked, what are the 107 patents? They can't all be appearance patents, right?

?”

"Not entirely. Don't ask. Just know that these 107 patents really exist."

As long as you think about it, it is not difficult to dismantle tens of thousands of patents for a product, but most of the patents can only serve a purpose. Only 6 of the 107 patents are effective. In the future, it may be possible to weave patent barriers.

"Hey, you are so capable, does Akio Morita know?"

"Jing Shenda invited me to dinner." Nan Yi retorted.

"He is...oh, one of the founders of Sony, the one in charge of technology, do you know him?"

"I'm just a small character who sells goods from Sony. I'm not even a distributor. How could I know such a high-level person?"

"Come on." Liu Zhen curled her lips and said, "You came up with the technology of the Walkman, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"You actually don't own any shares in Lin Guangwei's factory. What are your plans?"

"Who do you think I am? Guangwei is my brother, so I should help him." Nan Yi said boldly.

"Come on, I believe in helping, but I don't believe in simply helping. You must have your purpose."

"What purpose can it have? I just see that he has no future in making hair curlers, so I might as well point him in a more promising direction." Nan Yi said, suddenly changing the topic, "Grandma has a business friend named Lin.

He is engaged in real estate and textiles. He has a daughter who was born in Taiyuan and has been living there.

Ten years ago, this daughter married a poor boy named Guo..."

"To get to the point, making up stories is addictive, right?"
To be continued...