vrcanaries Chapter 1041 Faint move
Chapter 1041 Faint move
"Cough...it's okay, just...cough cough...I haven't smoked for a long time and I'm not used to it..." The old man coughed and waved his hands, taking another deep puff of cigarette.
Zhou Qi returned to the main topic: "Regarding trademarks, we must play the long game and catch the big fish. We must wait until the time is right to uproot them.
Inform our eight sales managers that no matter what method is used, the huge profits of Tanggou Distillery must be confirmed."
"They were selling it for 1.2 yuan before, but now they've cut it down to 50 cents. This drastic price cut is a stupid move!
It’s like someone saved up for two months to buy a mobile phone worth tens of thousands of yuan, but within a few days the price dropped to three thousand yuan. How could those old customers not be furious? "
"Especially those dealers who have been hoarding goods. The goods they bought at high prices before can't even be sold for 50 cents now. They must have cursed Jue Shi Feng Hua's ancestors for 18 generations. We will take advantage of this price reduction loophole to beat them to death."
Zhou Mingfa licked his cracked lips and continued, "Old drunkards hate this kind of thing the most. If they hear that the price of alcohol has plummeted, they will definitely start cursing." The old man, who had not drunk alcohol for many days in the hospital, felt an itchy throat.
"By the way, Uncle, please taste this wine."
Zhou Qi suddenly pulled out two bottles of fake "Shengshi Tianxia" from his bag and asked, "Can you taste it and tell which factory made it?"
"Brother, isn't our 'Prosperous World' jointly produced with Shen Bing Winery? How could there be such a problem?" Zhou Xingfei touched the wine bottle with a confused look on his face.
Zhou Qi flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "I saw this wine at the Lailong Town Restaurant today. It was priced at only 60 cents a bottle."
"Sixty cents? Isn't Wang Bangguo in charge of the distribution of that film? What's wrong with him setting this price?"
Zhou Xingfei grabbed another bottle of wine and looked at it carefully under the light: "This **** even has the same anti-counterfeit label as ours."
"Lao Wang has gone to other places to expand the market. I asked the boss and he said that there is someone who specializes in supplying goods."
Zhou Qi turned to his father who was gnawing on a chicken claw and said, "Uncle, can you, an old wine lover, give me some advice?"
Zhou Mingfa unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, his eyes rolling around: "Tsk, I'm not sure, I need to try a bigger one."
After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank half a cup, then squinted his eyes and said, "The blending method of Gaogou Winery cannot be wrong!"
"Are you sure, old man?" Zhou Qi stretched out his hand to stop the wine bottle.
"I, your second uncle, have been drinking for longer than you have been!"
Zhou Mingfa patted his chest and said, "How about I verify it again?"
"Don't worry! I'll bring you two Fuliji roast chickens to go with this drink."
Zhou Qi smiled and moved the bottle away: "Let's talk business. Has the Industrial and Commercial Bureau approved it?"
"approved!"
Zhou Xingfei took out the file bag and said, "It was decided that it was a small-scale taxpayer first, but the trademark registration went through the green channel, and the province approved it for expedited processing."
Zhou Qi flipped through the documents and nodded: "I estimate that I will be upgraded to a general taxpayer in less than two months."
"How much more tax will we have to pay?"
Zhou Xingfei frowned painfully: "All the silver went into the national treasury."
"You know nothing!"
Zhou Qi poked his brother's forehead and said, "With the label of 'small scale', who would care about big customers? Besides..."
He knocked on the bottle and said, "We want to be a century-old brand. Can we afford to be blamed for tax evasion?"
"I've handed over so much money. My heart is bleeding!"
Zhou Xingfei slapped his thigh and sighed, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the guardrail beside the hospital bed.
Zhou Qi spun his lighter in a circle. "Paying more taxes is a good thing, little brother. It means our business is booming. Besides, if we want to get government support policies, the tax bill is our pass."
He handed his brother a Hongtashan cigarette and said, "Who wants to do business with a tax evader these days?"
"Brother, Tanggou and Gaogou have already started a fight with us, and I'm afraid the remaining wineries will also cause trouble."
Zhou Mingfa flicked the ash off his cigarette and reached out for another cigarette: "Give me another one."
"I guess they are in a group."
Zhou Qi suddenly stood up and walked to the window. The night wind made his hospital gown rustle. "These bastards want to form a joint monopoly and kick us out of Shengshi Tianxia."
The intuition he had developed through the ups and downs of the business world over the years was frighteningly accurate, and it was this sharp vision that enabled him to break through the siege on the rich list back then.
Zhou Ming took a deep puff of his cigarette: "If Shen Bing gets involved again..."
“So we have to build our own winery!”
Zhou Qi suddenly turned around, his eyes shining: "Our ancestors said it well, prepare an umbrella for sunny days and prepare food for rainy days. It will be too late when someone strangles you!" His words made several grown men in the ward nod their heads.
As he was talking, the young nurse rushed in holding up the medical record book: "How many times have I told you not to smoke in the ward!"
But his eyes secretly glanced at Zhou Qi's angular profile.
"Pinch it right now, pinch it right now."
Zhou Qi put out his cigarette with a smile, and the little nurse's ears turned red with laughter. She almost bumped into the door frame when she went out.
Zhou Mingfa watched the young man flirting and suddenly pulled the IV tube: "Being in the hospital is like being in prison! I'll discharge you tomorrow!"
"Dad, take it easy..."
Just as Zhou Xingfei was about to persuade him, his elder brother stopped him: "It's better to let the old man take a breath, it's better than being depressed and getting sick."
"The boss still understands me!"
Zhou Mingfa rubbed his hands with joy: "Give it to me quickly..."
"Forget about the cigarettes!"
Zhou Qi quickly took away the cigarette box: "Let's talk about it after the reexamination."
He turned to his brother and asked, "How much is in the account now?"
"About three million." Zhou Xingfei took out his cell phone to check the account.
The old man was so shocked that the ashes of his cigarette fell on the bed sheets.
He only saved 500 yuan after serving in the army for more than ten years, but his two sons earned more than 3 million yuan in less than two years.
"What a terrifying life!"
The old man sighed and suddenly remembered something: "Isn't this amount of money enough to build a winery?"
"So I'm going to Jinling."
Zhou Qi grabbed his coat and walked out: "First, we will sell our products all over the province, and then we will find a way to raise money to build a factory."
The light from the corridor stretched his shadow so long that it looked like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"If the money is not enough, I will find a way to solve it."
Zhou Qi bit his toothpick and said, "Second brother, clear all the accounts of Shen Bing Winery in the next two days. Remember to prepare the copies for Director Wang Dazhi and Accountant Zhu Yongle, and send them to them when you have time. The taxes that should be paid should also be reduced."
"Brother, if we follow this arrangement, the money left at the end will probably be around two million."
Zhou Xingfei looked up as he pressed the calculator.
"That's enough."
Zhou Qi put the teacup on the table, and the bottom of the cup made a crisp sound.
Now the trademark registration process has been accelerated, and the old man's health has fully recovered. I think he has no problem smoking and drinking, so it's a good time for him to get back to work.
The construction of the winery must be accelerated.
In Zhou Qi's plan, the winery was just a stepping stone.
What he really wants to do is to build his own business empire.
Suzhou is too small, with few talented people, but many troublemakers. It really proves the old saying that poor and bad places produce unruly people. If you really want to recruit capable people, you have to go to big places like the provincial capital and Haicheng.
The next day at noon, Zhou Qi came to the municipal hospital with the newly improved wine bottle design to arrange for his second uncle to be discharged from the hospital.