Cosma Empire
Chapter 8
"Haven''t you come out yet?", Graff''s eyes were red, which was tantamount to a big bet on his whole worth.
He is one of the few porters who can really make money by working as a porter in the station. His monthly salary is about 11 yuan to 12 yuan, which is still because everyone is fast. If the number of porters is reduced, the money he can earn will rise again.
This time, with Du Lin''s careful explanation, he took out all his savings - 41 yuan as the "start-up fund" for his and Du Lin''s career. According to the agreement between him and Dooling, if he successfully turns low alcohol wine into high alcohol wine, he will take 40% of the profits from selling high alcohol wine as his own benefit. Turin had no objection to this. At first, he planned to give Graf 50% profit.
But the guy dropped 10% as soon as he opened his mouth. Even if he was a fool, Turin knew it was time to close his generous mouth.
With Graf''s forty-one dollars, he soon gathered everything he needed in his memory. A small iron bucket for boiling low alcohol wine and a cover with a pipe. The pipe turned from another bucket full of water and stretched out from the bottom. There was a glass basin under it. In fact, these things didn''t cost much money. They were all done with only $4.5. If you don''t need a blacksmith to install a pipe on the cover and fill and block the gap between the barrel and the pipe, you can buy it for three yuan or seven or eight.
What really cost a lot of money is the boxes of low alcohol wine, some sugar, glass bottles and the house they are now in. These things are the big ones that consume a lot of start-up funds, and they can''t be saved.
After two days off, they were in this small room all the time. Graff had a high sense of vigilance and covered all the doors and windows with curtains. Later, it proved that this was the stupidest practice, resulting in the bad smell in the room.
As the low alcohol wine in the small iron pot began to make a tumbling rumble, durin pressed several stones on the cover, reached out to touch the pipe, and immediately opened it, which was hot. When the first drop of liquid dripped from the other end of the pipe, Graff almost jumped over and held the glass basin in his arms. There was more and more liquid dripping from the pipe, and the speed was faster and faster. The trembling hand in the depths of Graf was stained with the liquid at the bottom of the glass basin and stuffed into his mouth.
Du Lin Gan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his throat was burning. He also worked hard these two days. At this time, he seemed to be nervous and could hear his heart beating. It''s ok if he succeeds, but if he fails, he will feel guilty. After all, Graf took out all his to continue to do it!
Watching Graf close his eyes, his facial features were crowded together, and his whole body began to tremble. Turin''s brain was blank. Did he fail? He sighed a little decadent, ready to put out the fire, but Graf suddenly shouted good!
He was overjoyed to put down the glass basin and held Du Lin in his arms. He held and rotated hard, and his mind was filled with joy. Before meeting Doolin, he didn''t know that cheap low alcohol wine could turn into expensive high alcohol wine. If he had known that he could play like this, would he still work hard at the station? Thank God, thank you for sending this bastard to me!
He looked at Turin with a red face, "if you are a girl, I will marry you now."
"I think my ribs may be breaking!"
Graff was stunned and immediately put down Turin. He knew he had great strength, but when he looked at Turin again, Turin rubbed his arm and looked at him. Their eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, and then they laughed loudly and happily.
The laughter didn''t last long. Dongdongdong''s knocking on the floor came upstairs. A sharp woman could be heard shouting, "do you want to rest? Damn you, you deserve to rent a house all your life!"
They were stunned and stopped laughing, but they were not at all unhappy because of the complaints and curses of the women upstairs. They went back to the crude and extreme distillation equipment again and watched a small bowl of liquid with light amber emitting gas that didn''t smell very good, but they were obsessed with it. This is not high wine at all. This is money!
At this time, Du Lin''s heart beat faster and his mouth was dry. He knew that he had actually violated the imperial law, but he didn''t know why. Instead, he felt particularly excited and excited! If it weren''t for avoiding attention, he would like to open the window and sing loudly to vent his joy.
"When are we going to burn?" Graff asked, leaning his head as he watched the water dripping from the pipe become less and less slowly.
Durin didn''t know. He hesitated and thought for a while. "It should take a while? Why don''t we pack these first and see how many bottles we can hold!" as soon as he finished, the two began to divide their work and cooperate, poured the wine in the glass basin into the bottles they prepared, and looked at two full wine bottles and a bottle with six or seven points, There was no excitement in their eyes, but a deep doubt!
Just now they did this experiment with three bottles of low alcohol wine, but they came out with nearly three bottles of high alcohol wine. How can they think more and more wrong?
Graf picked up the dissatisfied bottle, looked up and took a sip, and then vomited out, "bah, why is it so bitter? It tastes wrong, and the degree is not high!"
Turin immediately turned around and opened the small iron pot. He saw a layer of burnt yellow and bubbling viscous things rolling under the afterfire. He picked up a twig, picked a little, blew it and stuffed it into his mouth. A strong smell and sweetness made his brain AChE. He slapped his head violently. At this time, he realized that it must be high wine at first, 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 scraped out the burnt black things in the small iron bucket, then poured in the low alcohol wine again and distilled it aside again. When there was about one bottle, he immediately changed a vessel. The two tasted the taste in the glass basin. This time it was not only bitter, but also spicy. He added the burnt black things like syrup, which he had scraped out before, and finally made a high-grade wine that Graff thought was full score.
"I think we can sell!" Graff couldn''t help taking another sip. God testified that he had never drunk such high wine so happily. It was really too happy. When the hot liquid entered his stomach, it was warm, and he liked the hot taste, just as he liked adding chili noodles to cigarettes.
Du Lin doesn''t think so. "We should investigate the price and taste of most high-end wines on the market, and then improve them as much as possible to make our characteristics before they can be sold. Products different from ordinary brands in the market can quickly create a better reputation and value for us!"
Graff was already a little fuming. He buttoned his ears with his little thumb and asked, "can we make more money?"
Durin nodded hard, "yes, you can make more money!"
Graf burst into laughter, slapped Turin on the shoulder, staggered a few steps and almost fell. God, Turin''s body is strong enough, but it''s not as strong as Graf. Sometimes Du Lin really doubts whether there is an obsidian warehouse in this guy''s body? He''s actually a machine in human skin? Where else did he get so much strength?
But soon they faced another dilemma - they had no money!
According to Graff''s meaning, first take out these distilled high-level wines for some money, and then use the money to buy some high-level wines for public consumption to taste, but Turin disagreed. If you rashly intervene in this illegal industry without preparation, it is definitely not something that smart people can do. There may be another crazy donkey shouting and running out.
And how to manage this absolutely profitable business needs some time of planning.
They had to go back to the station and wait for the pay day at the end of the month.