"I once proposed an idea for making contraceptive food when planning for Putuoshan Food Factory. I suggest starting from this aspect and producing contraceptive bubble gum. Women in our country are embarrassed to take contraceptive pills. If the contraceptive pills are made

You can eat bubble gum at night to clear your mouth, and you don’t have to be embarrassed, killing two birds with one stone.

In addition, you can also develop bubble gum for deworming, bubble gum for dental caries, bubble gum for treating stomach problems, and give children the "zinc and calcium" bubble gum, so that parents can easily dispose of their money to meet their children's requirements.

It is said that our country's birth control pills restrict exports, so why wouldn't bubble gum?"

“Bad talk.”

When Nan Yi heard what He Yang said, he couldn't help but secretly complaining in his heart.

The way He Yang said was to sell dog meat under the guise of sheep, which fundamentally changed the snack positioning of "bubble gum". In fact, it was to use the consumer awareness of "bubble gum" and the popularity of "big bubble gum".

At first glance, his idea was OK, but if you think about it carefully, it was purely unrestrained.

Functional chewing gum must not only achieve functional effects, but also have a good taste, and also consider the issue of preservation. What you need to invest in research and development is huge investment. When the product is really developed successfully, how much should it be priced to compete with the big bubble gum?

How can consumers accept the change in the concept of bubble gum?

As Nan Yi thought, if this is a topical composition and you have to make these products, it would be easier and more practical than to peel off the bubble gum directly, and it would be easier and more practical to find a new product path by yourself.

The person who asked the question sat down thankfully, and someone asked the question impatiently, and the lecture instantly turned into a question-asking meeting.

The second person asked the question was a liquor person and wanted He Yang to come up with an idea. He Yang reacted quickly and thought for a few seconds before giving an idea - a magic wine bottle.

The principle of magic wine bottle is very simple. Turn the inside of the bottle into two half sides, half of it contains high-alcohol wine, half of it contains low-alcohol wine, turn it, pour out high-alcohol wine to guests who can drink, and turn it for a while, and give it to guests who can't drink.

Pour out low-alcohol wine.

The wine bottle is made of bronze ware, made of frosted glass bottles, and the patterns are represented by transparent lines, integrating ornamental and practical, and have distinct Chinese characteristics.

Fortunately, Zheng Xiu died early and was buried quite far away. Otherwise, he would definitely crawl out of the grave and giggle, "This bottle sounds familiar, why is it so similar to my Jiuqu Yuanyang Pot?"

After the magic wine bottle, Nan Yi listened to the all-weather watch, labor protection calendar, and three very excellent solutions engraved with the weekly quickseller. A total of five solutions were completed, and the lecture ended.

Nan Yi, who spent 900 yuan, felt very upset, "What a pity, I might as well go to the lecturer of the pyramid scheme to wash my brainstorm for 900 yuan. At least they know how to play with people's hearts."

When he walked out of the room and came outside, Bao Huanou, who had been inaccurate just now, asked Nan Yi, "Master Nan, do you think He Yang is reliable?"

"In my personal opinion, it is okay to listen to his ideas in business. This person is very wise and has a wide range of knowledge. Didn't he just say that, according to the authoritative hospital in Beijing, his IQ is only two points different.

With the full mark, Einstein and Newton are better than Einstein.

But if you want to start a business, his trick is not good at all. The company can’t be done by rushing wisdom and ideas, and it has to rely on product quality and service to speak."

"Oh, that's the case, Master Nan, where are you going later? Do you want to go to Yu to sit down?"

"Forget it, it's almost time for dinner, I'll have an appointment with someone tonight."

...

"I vomited when writing, but I really vomited when writing. Now my brain hurts when I see the manuscript. I don't want to write anymore, and I really don't want to write anymore."

In our courtyard, Wang Luo held a cigarette in his mouth and his face was filled with stern complaints to Nanyi.

In the domestic literary world in 1991, Wang Pu may not be the most influential one, but he is definitely the most profitable one. Other writers can only rely on writing to solve the problem of food and clothing, but Wang Pu has already made a fortune. His royalties are something that others dare not

Imagined.

Nan Yi took the palm fan and exhaled the wind at the stove, causing the charcoal fire to burn quickly. When the charcoal turned red, he sat on a large casserole, and then spoke to the chef beside him, asking him to go back first.

Put the stove on the table, put the large beef bones that have been boiled into the casserole, cover the lid and let it puff first.

I picked up a piece of edamame from the table and put it in my mouth, and put it in my stomach with the white rice wine I made from Jiang’s hometown. I hummed intoxicatedly, picked up a piece of garlic and dipped it in the crocus sauce, and took a bite.

Then I picked up a piece of fat and lean beef slices baked on a barbed wire mesh, which was a transparent and stuffed teeth.

"Nan Batian, damn, are you talking to you."

When Wang Pu saw that he had a one-man show, he quickly gave Nan Yi a secret code.

"I heard it."

Nan Yi took two pieces of paper and wiped his mouth, picked up the Yibao pure water on the side of the table and took a sip, smashed it, and dripped it: "The taste is different."

"What's different?" Wang Pu asked.

"I said this water is not very similar to tap water."

"No, three dollars a bottle can be the same as tap water."

"Rogue, you are so educated. You are pointing directly at the core at once. I said, what is the difference between water and water? You can get it through immediately. Yes, the price is different." Nan Yi said,

Suddenly I increased the volume, "Your crawler is different from others' prices. You are still good at getting cheap, so you are beaten up."

"Hey, I got the price of my own. It didn't fall from the sky. Others can't envy me. I really vomited. I really don't want to write anymore. How about it, find me a job that is light and cheap. I don't ask for it.

High, it will be 5,000 yuan a month.”

Nan Yi smiled sarcastically, "You just finished writing "I am your father", and when you go back, you will start writing a book "I am your son". The first sentence is like this: I have a father, his surname is Nan,

He lives next to me..."

"Fuck, take advantage of me, I..."

Wang Zhuo was excited and the cigarette butt flew out of his mouth. It was impartially falling into Nanyi's croaker sauce. The ashes flying all over the sky patted several dishes on the table.

"Do, when did you go to further your studies? You used to be spitting, but now you still spit fire." Nan Yi spat in his mouth and quickly got up to save the food that was still necessary.

After some trouble, there were few dishes on the table, Nanyi's sauce was replaced again, the bones in the casserole were tasty, and beef and beef offal were put in.

"What are you going to do about the three-small shit? Is it really a coincidence?"

"What do you think? It's enough to clean up the soles of the dung beetle. Who the hell can just take the slap directly? Don't you think it's too late?"

"Yes." Wang Zhuo slapped his lips and said strange words, "Who are you, Nan Batian? Going to the nine heavens to embrace the moon, go down to the five oceans to catch turtles, characters, that kind of small character takes action personally, isn't it a shame to lose your identity."

"Oh, your old Wang family has a horn on its head. When Nuwa pinched your lineage, she was grateful and gave her a lot of gratitude. She not only used to eat, but also used to hold back her fart?"

Nan Yi was not inferior to him, and he directly replied to the strange words.

"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. Tell me, how do you plan to deal with that grandson?"

"If you have anything to ask, you should be happy. When you have enough drinks, just go to Maxim to see."

"It's quite mysterious."

...

There is a saying in physiognomy that people with lameness, ruthlessness, viciousness, silence, badness, disabled people are generally very docile, have defects, knowing that they do not have the advantage of fighting with others, and they can only get a hammer.

But this is not the case. There are exceptions among the disabled. There is a Zhao Cuzi in the Tuanjie Lake area, who is a very difficult master.

As the name suggests, Zhao Crooked's legs are lame, not congenital, not polio, nor car accidents, etc. He practiced his legs to practice lame.

Zhao Cuzi's father's surname is Zhao. When he was a child, he had the honor to see Zhao Cuzi in the "Eight Evils of the Sky Bridge" playing tricks [a juggling on the horizontal bar] on the sky bridge. What is the one-handed big head, choking the neck, swallows turn over, and how can they call the spot

Hai and other moves made Lao Zhao obsessed with it.

Lao Zhao thought about practicing gangs by himself, but it was a pity that after less than three months of practice, he encountered major social changes. He was involved in a series of trivial matters such as entering the factory, getting married, maintaining his family's livelihood, etc.

He can no longer be able to practice.

As a man, he likes to let his son make up for his regrets. As soon as Xiao Zhao and Zhao Crooked Zi grew up to three years old, Lao Zhao set his life pursuit for him - to practice bars and become a master of bars.

It’s not bad, just because of Lao Zhao’s obsession with Gangzi, he was very clear about the affairs of the Beijing Gangzi world, and he easily touched the door of the “First Generation of Eight Eccentrics in the Sky Bridge”, who was also the descendants of Tian Crouchi, the master of Gangzi.

The descendants of the lame man were moved by Lao Zhao's sincerity (two packs of cigarettes and three kilograms of rich and powerful powder), so they accepted Xiao Zhao.

One teaches with heart and the other learns with heart, that is called burning the past.

In a blink of an eye, six colds and heat have passed, and Xiao Zhao's gangsters are very good. Once when he was performing a phased graduation performance for Lao Zhao, Xiao Zhao's performance was too greedy and made a "Sticking Flying" that he had not yet mastered.

The action, as a result, fell to the ground and fell to the ground with one leg.

From then on, Xiao Zhao became Zhao Cutezi, and Lao Zhao's dream far exceeded expectations - Zhao Cutezi called him I.

Zhao Cutezi became Zhao Cutezi. Not only did he not blame others and gave up on himself, but he practiced more carefully, just like the sword technique of warding off evil spirits that he had to castrate himself to practice correctly. Those who were not lame could not understand the true meaning of the gangzi. Zhao Cutezi realized it and his realm rose sharply.

When he was eighteen years old, he was better than his superiority.

In the same year, in order to create a good practice environment for Zhao Crook, Lao Zhao, who worked day and night, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He lay in bed for three days and died of overwork with a smile.

As soon as Lao Zhao left, he took the baitzi away. Zhao Crookedzi was disloyal and stopped talking about bullshit. He wanted to make money, and he made a lot of money.

Since then, a difficult character has appeared in Tuanjie Lake area. Zhao Cuzi would visit the video hall every once in a while, gambling venues, and places where the traitors talk about business. He would sell the miserable first, but he would sell it if he was not on the road.

It’s cruel, one hundred is not too much, fifty is not too little, one can always make seven or eight hundred in a month.

After ensuring basic living expenses, Zhao Cuzi added the "Qingshou" item to his business scope. Qingshou is an activity of collecting money to help people make peace. It appeared in the Ming Dynasty and mainly helped people fight and develop

By the end of the Ming Dynasty, it became standardized and diversified.

This morning, Zhao Cuzi took a new order. The job was not difficult to do, and the reward was quite good. When others came to the fore, Zhao Cuzi naturally knew how to give back and try to be as beautiful as possible.

At the entrance of the Maxim restaurant, Zhao Cuzi leaned against a wire pole after he arrived, smoking a cigarette, staring at the road outside the restaurant, like a cat staring at the entrance of a mouse hole.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he threw down the cigarette that was half drawn, and ran forward quickly with a crutch. On the way, he turned a plastic bag in his hand into a holder, leaving half a meter away from a person. When he was about to say goodbye, he shouted softly: "Geng Lu."

When Genglu heard someone calling him, he stopped, turned his head, and looked at the shouting person. When he saw a cripple man running towards him, he opened his mouth and wanted to ask "Who are you?", but who knew that he had just finished When he opened his mouth, a bucket of gold juice dripped from his head to his toes.

"I'll fuck...bah bah bah bah..."

Geng Lu was finished when he started scolding. The golden juice flowed into his mouth along the nasolabial folds. He felt nauseous. Geng Lu squatted down and retching, vomiting, until he vomited more than he ate. .
To be continued...