Chapter 59

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"By the way, did you taste the wine I gave you?"

"Grandpa said your wine is better than Bordeaux and Romanée-Conti. The last jar you brought over was finished long ago, and Grandpa has asked many times when you will come back."

"What price can this wine sell for?"

"The taste of your wine has reached the top level, but the packaging is not good. Wine is usually stored in wooden barrels, but you used a few pickling jars."

"These are wine jars, okay?"

Du Mengnan giggled, "These are Grandpa's exact words. You can talk to him about it when you see him."

Zhao Xinyu's face darkened, and he looked speechlessly at Du Mengnan, which made her laugh even more.

After laughing, Du Mengnan looked at Zhao Xinyu, "If you plan to sell this wine, a jar can conservatively fetch around 200,000 yuan."

Zhao Xinyu was stunned, his eyes fixed on Du Mengnan. A jar of wine for 200,000 yuan was something he had never even dared to dream of.

"Your packaging is not good. If you used wooden barrels, the price would be even higher. By the way, during the time you were back in your hometown, the top ten cosmetics groups in the world all sent people to look for you."

This made Zhao Xinyu even more stunned. Why would cosmetics companies look for him? He wasn't a famous celebrity, and they wouldn't ask him to endorse their products.

"It's because of Qinguo Qincheng. They came to find the owner of the Qinguo Qincheng formula. I heard that L'Oréal is willing to pay 1 billion US dollars to acquire the Qinguo Qincheng brand and formula, and the formula for the sixteen fragrances is worth 300 million US dollars."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered. Strictly speaking, Qinguo Qincheng is a traditional Chinese medicine product, and the formula comes from the Jin Kui Jing Yao (Essential Prescriptions from the Golden Chamber).

If the formula is sold, these groups will monopolize it, and they won't use the name of traditional Chinese medicine, which they fear. If he wanted to use the formula in the future, they would sue him for infringement. Although Zhao Xinyu had once been poor, his strong sense of national identity, due to his study of traditional Chinese medicine with his grandfather, made him unwilling to see something created by his ancestors become their brand.

So, even if they offered him 10 billion, or even 100 billion, he wouldn't sell it. He didn't want to see others take his formula and sell it back to the Chinese at a high price.

Now, a bottle of Qinguo Qincheng sells for 28,000 yuan. If it falls into their hands, the price would definitely not be less than 100,000 yuan. It would be better for him to earn the money himself than let them profit from the hard-earned savings of the Chinese people.

Seeing Zhao Xinyu silent, Du Mengnan's eyes flickered, "Actually, it's not bad to make so much money. Even large enterprises and groups might not earn this much in a lifetime."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly, his gaze falling on Du Mengnan, "Mengmeng, do you think I should sell it or not?"

Du Mengnan's expression was a bit complicated, "You said the You Meng Lan Xiang you made for me is unique in the world."

"Then I won't sell it. I'm so young, and a bottle sells for 28,000 yuan. By the time I'm eighty, earning 1 billion or 800 million shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Du Mengnan couldn't help but laugh, and she playfully hit his shoulder, "While you were away, I registered Qinguo Qincheng for you. If you want, you can open a store to sell it."

"Opening a store costs money. It's fine if you help me sell it. Those are the Qinguo Qincheng I made when I was back home."

Du Mengnan looked up and saw fifteen boxes against a wall, each with a label on it.

"So many."

Zhao Xinyu laughed, "I have to leave something for future generations, right? Find a car and leave me thirty jars of wine. Take the rest. Leave twenty jars for Grandpa, and if possible, send ten jars to Old Luo. There are only thirty-six jars of Zui Linglong left. I'll keep sixteen jars, and you can take fifteen jars for Grandpa and five jars for the Luo family."

"Are you sure?"

"What's there to be sure or not? By the way, don't give me money. Just get me some special supply cigarettes and alcohol. The ones I brought back last time were all taken, and I promised to give a few boxes of special supply cigarettes to Han Li and the others."

Du Mengnan looked speechlessly at Zhao Xinyu. Any of these jars could sell for hundreds of thousands of yuan, totaling millions. This guy was giving them away so easily, asking only for special supply cigarettes and alcohol that couldn't be bought on the market.

"I'll definitely pass this on. By the way, you said you have something good to show me."

Zhao Xinyu walked to a corner of the warehouse, where there were hundreds of filled burlap bags. He picked one up and opened it, "Take a look."

"Black fungus, these are the black fungus we ate last time."

Zhao Xinyu nodded and pulled over another bag, "There's also wild mountain mushrooms, all pure and of the best quality, with nothing added during drying."

"Are these all for me?"

"I need to keep some for my farm-to-table restaurant and pickled vegetables. You get 40%, and I get 60%."

"Okay, what are you planning to do here? Are you going to start a workshop to make Qinguo Qincheng?"

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Brew Zui Linglong and make Qinguo Qincheng."

Du Mengnan was slightly stunned. She suddenly had a feeling that in a few years, China might see another financial tycoon. Unlike others who rose to prominence through business acumen, this tycoon would rise through his own technical expertise.

"How do you plan to spend the New Year? Are you still going to celebrate with Han Li and the others?"

"Probably, but this year I plan to stay at home. With dozens of people, the restaurant has enough space."

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That day, Xi Han Ling became a hot topic of discussion. Zhao Xinyu distributed New Year's benefits to the villagers during the Spring Festival. Each household received rice, flour, oil, and 1,000 yuan. Poor households, low-income households, and those on welfare received an additional 1,000 yuan. Each village official received an 8,000 yuan red envelope.

As for those who helped him, like Han Li, each received an 80,000 yuan red envelope, and each server at the farm-to-table restaurant received an 18,000 yuan red envelope.

This news not only stunned the villagers of Xi Han Ling but also caused a stir in Pengcheng. A villager who grew vegetables and raised fish was giving out benefits to the entire village and rewarding employees with amounts that equaled many people's annual salaries.

As people discussed more, they learned more about Zhao Xinyu. He had no airs, often cooked for his employees, drank and chatted with them, and the employees treated him like family.

These discussions made many company executives and business owners feel ashamed. Although Zhao Xinyu didn't have a company or a group like them, he treated his employees better than they did. With such employees, it was hard for a boss not to succeed.

Villages that had previously mocked Xi Han Ling were now demanding similar benefits. This made them the laughingstock of the Xi Han Ling villagers.

As the New Year approached, Zhao Xinyu gave the village another 100,000 yuan. Every year, the village had various activities, and it was unreasonable to have no funds. Without activity funds, the villagers' enthusiasm would wane.

When the village hung lanterns, his courtyard also took on a festive atmosphere, with strings of palace lanterns hanging from the antique street lamps.

To let the villagers feel the New Year's atmosphere, he asked Han Li and the others if they could set off fireworks and firecrackers.

The result was that the road in front of their house was the boundary. Fireworks and firecrackers were prohibited in the city, but not in Xi Han Ling Village.

With no restrictions, he immediately spent 200,000 yuan to buy a large amount of fireworks and firecrackers and hired professionals to set them off on New Year's Day. The location was chosen to be the open space behind the courtyard.

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