"Graf, I want to know what you want to do. This is the station. As long as you are still here for one day, you must abide by our agreement and do your work well!" Mr. Klein loosened his bow tie and brought a cup of coffee in front of Graf.

    During this period of time, Klein found that Graf''s performance plummeted, less than one-third of the previous one, and even absenteeism occurred at the busiest time of work in the afternoon!

    This is intolerable to any capitalist. 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 their work is not busy. Mr. Klein feels that he has been patient and considerate enough to treat the garbage of the bottom society. They should cry and thank themselves for giving them the right to live, rather than thinking about the miners being lazy!

    If Graff hadn''t had a high prestige and status in the station, perhaps Mr. Klein would have to use some regulations in the contract to punish the damn guy.

    Graff raised the coffee cup with a blank face and drank it like a cow. Finally, he put down the cup, banged his mouth and said something that made Mr. Klein almost jump up. "It''s really bitter. It''s like mixing the bottom of a burnt pot with water. It''s even the same color."

    Thirty dollars a pound from the unique sunshine coffee beans in the south of the Empire. It''s like boiling water in this guy''s mouth?

    Mr. crane frowned and hid that trace of unhappiness in his heart. The vulgar countrymen are always vulgar countrymen. Even if they live in the city now, they can''t get rid of the stupidity and ignorance of the countrymen. At the thought of this, Mr. Klein''s unhappiness disappeared. Graf in front of him was like the gorilla he saw when he accompanied the children to the zoo. That sense of superiority from the species itself came naturally.

    I''m talking about coffee with a gorilla?

    He even sneered, full of contempt and contempt.

    He turned to the table and sat in a comfortable seat. He tasted the coffee with mellow aroma in the bitter taste. The bitterness at the entrance soon turned into the warmth when he was in the sun. The long aftertaste made every cell seem to be relaxed, breathing the air freely, greedily longing for the sun and the next bite. He nodded with satisfaction. The $30 a pound coffee was so charming that people were unconsciously immersed in beauty.

    He breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, "Graf, I know 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 at the station today. You can''t ignore our working system, and you will become a bad example for others. Do you understand?"

    Graff nodded, walked to the coffee pot with his coffee cup, hesitated, then chose a larger Cup - the square cup for drinking, and then poured all the coffee in the coffee pot. "I see, sir, don''t worry, I''ll work according to the rules and regulations, and I won''t be a miner next time." he looked at the "paste water" of the Italian coffee pot They all poured into the square cup. He raised the square cup, sniffed, and drank it again.

    "It''s still so bitter and can''t quench your thirst. I don''t know why anyone likes to drink this!" he raised the square cup that has been drained, ignoring Mr. Klein''s red company. "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. If there''s nothing else, I''ll go to work."

    Then he patted his ass and left Mr. Klein''s office. Looking at the empty coffee pot, Mr. Klein clasped his hands and fingers tightly on the table and slid down. He was crazy.

    "Mr. Klein is in trouble with you?", as soon as he saw Graf coming out of Mr. Klein''s office, Dooling immediately welcomed him. During this time, they mixed a variety of berry juice into the distilled high wine. After repeated attempts, they finally decided on two flavors. One is the fruit pulp of thorn fruit. Thorn fruit is a very cheap and common wild fruit. It is almost everywhere in the wasteland in the suburbs and countryside. It is not picky about the growth environment and grows rapidly.

    The fruit of thorn fruit is only the size of thumb branch, earthy yellow, with black spots on the skin. This kind of fruit tastes sour and tastes very bad. Except that some people who claim to be psychics occasionally use this fruit to refine some inexplicable things, few people are willing to eat it. Even the poor are not willing to eat it as fruit.

    However, when the pulp of thorn fruit was mixed with the "original wine", the reaction definitely exceeded durin''s expectation. Alcohol seems to neutralize the astringent taste, leaving only a slight sour taste. This sour taste is different from the sour taste left after fruit wine fermentation. It is a kind of light and fragrant acid. Coupled with the wine''s own taste and light bitterness, it forms a special taste that is definitely different from most fruit wines on the market.

    Another kind of fruit is the snow spirit from the north of the Empire. The price is slightly higher. It takes 35 cents to buy a pound. This kind of fruit is very sweet. According to the enlightenment received by Du Lin in his dream, the higher the sugar content in cold places, the harder it is to freeze the liquid. This is a way for plants to protect themselves, such as maple syrup. The sweet fruit flavor of snow elf can neutralize the bitterness in the "original wine" and make the wine taste sweet. At the same time, it also creates a special taste - from spicy to cold, as if he had just crossed the volcano and entered the ice cave. The special taste makes Du Lin confident in it and should be able to win the favor of many people.

    Graff smiled a few times, "he told me not to be absent from work if I had nothing to do, but he didn''t say anything else.", he became a little angry, "we are absent from work together. Why does he only trouble me instead of you?"

    Durin shrugged. "Maybe it''s because I don''t have a strong sense of existence?"

    "In other words, are you the same in the station?" after Graff said that, he felt much more comfortable, but he didn''t know why he always felt something wrong. "We have made two cases. Do you want to take them out for sale?"

    Two boxes of twenty-four bottles of highly bottled wine were hidden under the bed in their rental room, which was their harvest during this period of time. A box of "first love" is the kind of sour high fruit wine and a box of "snow spirit". According to Dolin, the prices of the two wines are the same. Dolin''s psychological price is ten yuan a bottle. A bottle is about 1.4 pints, about 750 ml.

    Included in the cost price is about $2.5 to $3. If it is sold for $10 a bottle, the profit should be guaranteed to be between $6 and $7. When Dooling calculated the profit, Graf''s eyes turned red. God testified that he never thought the profit of selling high alcohol would be so high! A box of twelve bottles has a net profit of almost 80 yuan. According to his 40% calculation, if a box is sold, he can get 30 yuan, two boxes... Break his fingers and 60 yuan.

    In other words... As long as these two cases of wine can be sold, he can buy out the contract, have more time to make more high fruit wine with Dolin, and make more money.

    So what Mr. Klein said to him, he just regarded it as a fart, a loud fart!

    They said and walked to the corner of the station. Doolin lowered his voice and said, "I still need you to do this. I don''t know much about the bars in the city. Remember to sell them separately, not only to one person, but to let more people know about our products."

    "I see!" Graff nodded quickly and waved his arm excitedly. "When are you going?"

    Du Lin looked back at the wall clock hanging in the station warehouse. "Now, before the business peak of the bar in the evening!"