"Aren't you out yet?" The whites of Graf's eyes were all red. This was tantamount to a huge gamble for him, with all his worth on the line.
He is one of the few porters who can actually make money as a porter at the station. His monthly salary is about 11 to 12 yuan. This is because everyone is very fast. If the number of porters is reduced, the money he can earn will increase further.
This time, under Du Lin's careful explanation, he took out all his savings—forty-one yuan—as the "start-up capital" for his and Du Lin's business. According to the agreement between him and Dulin, if he succeeded in turning low-alcohol wine into high-alcohol wine, he would take 40% of the profits from selling high-alcohol wine as his own benefit. Dulin had no objection to this. Initially, he planned to give Graf 50% of the profits.
But this guy lowered his price by 10% as soon as he opened his mouth. Even a fool knew that Du Lin should keep his generous mouth shut.
With Graf's forty-one dollars, he soon gathered everything he needed to remember. A small iron bucket for boiling low-alcohol wine, and a lid with a pipe. The tube passed through another bucket filled with water and protruded from the bottom, with a glass basin connected below. In fact, these things did not cost much money, and they were all done for only four and a half yuan. If you didn't need a blacksmith to install a pipe on the lid and fill the gap between the barrel and the pipe, you could actually buy it for 3.78 yuan.
What really cost a lot of money was the boxes of low-alcohol wine sitting on one side, along with some sugar and glass bottles and the house they were in now. These things are what consume a lot of start-up capital, and they are the big ones that cannot be saved.
After taking two days off, the two of them stayed in this small room. Graf was very vigilant and covered all the doors and windows with curtains. Later it turned out that this was the stupidest thing to do, causing the room to be full of people. The smell is not very good.
As the low-alcohol wine in the small iron pot began to make a gurgling sound, Du Lin pressed a few stones on the lid, reached out and touched the tube, and it popped open immediately, making it a little hot to the touch. When the first drop of liquid dripped out from the other end of the tube, Graf almost rushed over and hugged the glass basin in his arms. More and more liquid was dripping out of the tube, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Graf's trembling hands were stained with the liquid on the bottom of the glass basin, and he stuffed it into his mouth.
Du Lin swallowed dryly, his throat burning with pain. He had been working hard for the past two days, and he was so nervous that he could hear his heart beating loudly. It would be fine if he succeeded, but if he failed, he would feel guilty. After all, Graf spent all his money to continue doing this!
Seeing Graf closing his eyes, his facial features squeezing together, and his whole body starting to tremble, Dulin's mind went blank. Did he fail? He sighed in defeat and was about to put out the fire, but Graf suddenly shouted "Okay!"
He was so ecstatic that he put down the glass basin and held Du Lin in his arms. He hugged him hard and spun him around, his mind filled with joy. Before meeting Du Lin, he had no idea that cheap low-alcohol wine could turn into expensive high-alcohol wine. If he had known that it could be done like this, would he still be working as a coolie at the station? Thank you, God, for sending this bastard to me!
He looked at Du Lin with a rosy face, "If you were a girl, I would marry you now."
"I think my ribs might be broken!"
Graf was stunned and immediately put Du Lin down. He knew that he was very strong, but when he looked at Du Lin again, Du Lin also looked at him while rubbing his arms. Both of them had sparks of excitement and joy in their eyes, and then they laughed loudly and happily.
The laughter didn't last long. The sound of dongdongdong hitting the floor was heard upstairs, and a woman with a sharp voice could faintly be heard shouting, "Are you allowed to rest? Damn you guys, you deserve to rent a house for the rest of your life!" "
The two of them were stunned and stopped laughing, but they were not unhappy at all because of the complaints and curses from the woman upstairs. They returned to the extremely crude distillation equipment again, and watched a small bowl of amber-colored liquid emitting gas that actually didn't smell very good, but both of them were obsessed with it. This is not high-altitude wine at all, this is money!
Du Lin's heart was beating faster at this time, and his mouth was a little dry. He knew that he had actually violated the laws of the empire, but for some reason, he didn't feel the slightest fear. Instead, he felt extremely excited and excited! If it weren't for avoiding attracting attention, he would have liked to open the window and sing loudly to vent his joy.
"How long will we keep burning?" Graf asked, tilting his head as he watched the water droplets dripping out of the tube become less and less.
Du Lin didn't know. He hesitated and thought about it for a while. "It should take a while, right? Why don't we pack these up first and see how many bottles can be filled!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two began to work together. , poured the wine in the glass basin into the bottles they prepared, looking at the two full wine bottles and a wine bottle filled with sixty-seven cents, the excitement in their eyes was gone, replaced by a look of excitement. A deep suspicion!
They had just done this test with three bottles of low-alcohol wine, but almost three bottles of high-alcohol wine came out. Why did the more they thought about it, the more they felt something was wrong
Graf picked up the dissatisfied bottle and took a sip, then spit it out, "Bah, why is it so bitter? The taste is wrong, and the alcohol content is not high!"
Du Lin immediately turned around and opened the small iron pot, only to see a layer of brown and bubbling sticky stuff on the bottom of the small iron pot, rolling under the remaining fire. He picked up a small stick, picked a little bit, blew on it and stuffed it into his mouth. The strong fragrance and sweetness made his head hurt. He slapped his head suddenly, and then he realized that what came out at first must be high-strength alcohol, but then even the water passed away, leaving only these things that could not evaporate.
For example, sugar in wine, and some spices.
Now that you know the reason, the next thing is much simpler. He first scraped out the burnt black stuff from the small iron bucket, then poured the low-alcohol wine back into it and distilled it again. When there was about a bottle left, I immediately changed the container. The two tasted the taste in the glass basin. This time it was not only bitter, but also spicy. He added bit by bit the burnt black syrup-like substance that he scraped out before, and after constant attempts, he finally made a high-altitude wine that Graf considered a perfect score.
"I think we are ready to sell it!" Graf couldn't help but take another sip. God testified that he had never drank such high-alcohol wine so happily. It was really so enjoyable. When the hot liquid entered his stomach, a sense of warmth arose, and he liked the hot taste just like he liked adding chili powder to his cigarettes.
Du Lin doesn't think so. "We should investigate the prices and tastes of most high-altitude wines on the market, and then improve them as much as possible to make our own characteristics before we can sell them. Products that are different from ordinary brands in the market can quickly It creates a better reputation and value for us!”
Graf was already a little confused. He pressed his ears with his little thumb and asked, "So can we make more money?"
Du Lin nodded vigorously, "Yes, we can make more and more money!"
Graf suddenly burst into laughter, slapped Dulin on the shoulder, staggered a few steps and almost fell down. God, Dulin's body is already strong enough, but he is still not as good as Graf. Sometimes Du Lin really wonders, does this guy have an obsidian crystal warehouse in his body? Is he actually a machine in human skin? Otherwise, where did he get such strength
But soon the two faced another dilemma - they had no money!
According to Graf's idea, he should first exchange the distilled high-altitude wine for some money, and then use the money to buy some high-altitude wine for public consumption and come back to taste it, but Dulin had a different opinion. To rashly intervene in an industry that is illegal in itself without preparation is definitely not something that a smart person can do. There may be another crazy donkey or something like that running out.
And how to run this business that can definitely make a lot of money requires a period of planning.
The two had no choice but to return to the station and wait for the day when their salaries would be paid at the end of the month.
(End of chapter)