"Graf, I want to know what you are going to do. This is the station. As long as you are here for one day, you must abide by our agreement and do your job well!" Mr. Crean loosened his tie. , put a cup of coffee in front of Graf.
During this period of time, Crean discovered that Graf's performance had plummeted, and was less than one-third of the previous level. He was even absent from work in the afternoon, when the work was busiest!
This is something no capitalist can tolerate. Giving you money means you have to work hard, not charity. The station will give these workers enough food and almost enough rest time every day, and they can take a few days off every month, of course when the work is not busy. Mr. Crean feels that he has been patient and tolerant enough towards these trash from the lower society. They should cry and be grateful to him for giving them the power to live, instead of thinking about the miners being lazy!
If it weren't for Graf's high prestige and status in the station, Mr. Crean might have used some of the provisions in the contract to punish this damn guy.
Graf raised the coffee cup with a blank look on his face and drank it in one gulp. Finally, he put the cup down, smacked his lips, and said something that made Mr. Crean almost jump, "This stuff is really bitter. It’s like mixing the burnt bottom of a pot with water, even the color is the same.”
Thirty yuan a pound of sunshine coffee beans from the southern part of the empire actually ended up in this guy's mouth like burnt water at the bottom of a pot
Mr. Crean frowned and hid his displeasure in his heart. Vulgar country people are always vulgar country people. Even if they now live in the city, they cannot escape the stupidity and ignorance of country people. Thinking of this, the displeasure in Mr. Crean's heart disappeared a lot. The Graf in front of him was like the gorilla he saw when he went to the zoo with his children, and the sense of superiority derived from the species itself emerged spontaneously.
Me and a gorilla discussing coffee
He even chuckled, full of contempt and disdain.
He turned to the table and sat on a comfortable seat, taking a sip of coffee with a bitter taste and a mellow aroma. The bitterness in the mouth quickly turned into the warmth that made people feel like they were under the sun. The long aftertaste It makes every cell seem to stretch, breathing the air freely, greedily longing for the sunshine and the next bite. He nodded with satisfaction. Thirty yuan a pound of coffee was indeed so charming, making people immersed in the beauty without even realizing it.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said seriously: "Graf, I know that your contract will expire in more than a month, but you have to understand that even if you are free tomorrow, you are still an employee of the station today. You You can't ignore our work system, and you will set a bad example for others."
Graf nodded and walked to the coffee pot with the coffee cup. He hesitated for a moment, then chose a larger cup - a square cup used for drinking, and then poured all the coffee in the coffee pot into it, " I understand, sir, don't worry, I will work according to the rules and regulations, and I won't be a miner next time." Seeing that all the "mushy water" from the coffee pot was poured into the square cup, he raised the square cup and sniffed it. Sniff and drink it all in one gulp.
"It's still so bitter, and it doesn't quench your thirst. I really don't know why some people like to drink this!" He raised the empty square cup, ignoring Mr. Crean's blushing face, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go to work.”
After saying that, he patted his butt and left Mr. Crean's office. Looking at the empty coffee pot, Mr. Crean's fingers were tightly clasped on the table and slid downwards. He was already going crazy.
"Mr. Crean is giving you trouble?" As soon as he saw Graf coming out of Mr. Crean's office, Dulin immediately greeted him. During this time, they added various berry juices to the distilled high-strength wine. After repeated attempts, they finally decided on two flavors. One is the pulp of the sandthorn fruit. The sandthorn fruit is a very cheap and common wild fruit. It can be found almost everywhere in the wastelands of suburbs and countryside. It is not picky about the growth environment and grows rapidly.
The fruit of the sandthorn fruit is only the size of a thumb branch and is earthy yellow with black spots on the skin. This fruit tastes sour and tastes bad. Except for the occasional guy who claims to be a spiritual medium, almost no one is willing to eat this fruit, even the poor. They are not very willing to eat this thing as fruit.
But when the pulp of the thorn fruit was mixed with the "original wine", the reaction definitely exceeded Dulin's expectations. Alcohol seems to be able to neutralize the astringent taste, leaving only a light sour taste. This sour taste is different from the sour taste left after the fermentation of fruit wine. It is a light acid with a refreshing fragrance. Coupled with the taste of the wine itself and the slight bitterness, it creates a unique taste that is completely different from most other fruit wines on the market and is unforgettable.
Another kind of fruit is the snow elf from the north of the empire. The price is a little high, and it costs thirty-five cents to buy a pound. This fruit is very sweet. According to Du Lin's revelation in his dream, liquids with higher sugar content are more difficult to freeze in cold places. This is a way for plants to protect themselves, such as maple sugar. The fruity sweetness of Snow Elf can neutralize the bitterness in the "original wine" and make the wine taste sweeter. At the same time, it also creates a special taste-from spicy to cold, as if Just after crossing the volcano, he entered the ice cave. The special taste made Dulin confident in it, and it should be able to win the love of many people.
Graf laughed a few times, "He asked me not to skip work if I had nothing to do, and he didn't say anything else." As he spoke, he became a little angry, "We were absent from work together, why did he only come to me?" Trouble, instead of causing trouble for you?"
Dulin shrugged, "Maybe it's because I don't have a strong sense of existence?"
"In other words, it's the same whether or not you are at the station?" After Graf finished speaking, he felt much more comfortable, but he didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong. "We have already made two boxes, do you want to sell them? one time?"
Two boxes of 24 bottles of already filled high-strength wine were hidden under the bed in their rental house. This was their harvest during this period. A box of "First Love", that kind of highly sour fruit wine, and a box of "Snow Elf". According to Du Lin, the price of the two wines is the same. Du Lin's psychological price is ten yuan a bottle, and a bottle is about 1.4 pints, which is about 750 milliliters.
The cost price is approximately between two and a half to three yuan. If a bottle is sold for ten yuan, the profit should be guaranteed to be between six and seven yuan. When Dulin calculated the profit, Graf's eyes turned red. God testifies, he never thought that the profit from selling alcoholic beverages would be so high! A box of twelve bottles has a net profit of almost 80 yuan. Calculating that he can split 40%, if one box is sold, he can get 30 yuan. Two boxes... Bye bye. Fingers, sixty dollars.
In other words... as long as these two boxes of wine can be sold, he can buy out the contract, have more time to make more high-quality fruit wine with Du Lin, and make more money.
So what Mr. Crean said to him, he just regarded it as a fart, a loud fart!
The two of them walked to the corner of the station. Du Lin lowered his voice and said, "I would like to trouble you to do this. I don't know much about the bars in the city. Remember to sell them separately, not just to one person." One person wants more people to know about our products.”
"I understand!" Graf nodded quickly and waved his arms excitedly, "When are you going?"
Dulin looked back at the wall clock hanging in the station warehouse, "Now, before the bar's business peak arrives in the evening!"
Went for New Year’s Eve yesterday
(End of chapter)