Cosma Empire

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

During this period of time, Klein found that Graff's performance had plummeted, less than one-third of what it was before, and even absenteeism occurred during the busiest work hours in the afternoon!

This is unacceptable to any capitalist. Giving you money means working hard, not doing charity. The station will give these workers enough food and almost enough rest time every day, and they can ask for a few days off every month, of course, when the work is not busy. Mr. Klein felt that he had been patient and tolerant enough to treat these low-level trash. They should cry bitterly and thank Dade for giving them the power to live, instead of thinking about the miners being lazy!

If it weren't for Graff's high prestige and status in the station, maybe Mr. Klein would use some regulations in the contract to punish this damn guy.

Graff raised the coffee cup with a dazed expression, drank it like a cow, and finally put down the cup, babbled, and said something that made Mr. Klein almost jump up, "This stuff is really bitter. It's like stirring the bottom of a burnt pot with water, even the color is the same."

Thirty yuan a pound of sunshine coffee beans unique to the southern part of the empire, and this guy's mouth is like burnt pot bottom water?

Mr. Klein frowned, hiding his displeasure in his heart. The vulgar country people are always vulgar country people. Even if they live in the city now, they still cannot get rid of the stupidity and ignorance of the country people. Thinking of this, the displeasure in Mr. Klein's heart disappeared a lot. The Graff in front of him was like the gorilla he saw when he was visiting the zoo with the children, and the sense of superiority that came from the species itself was born spontaneously.

Me discussing coffee with a gorilla?

He even chuckled, full of contempt and contempt.

He turned to the table and sat on a comfortable seat, taking a sip of coffee with a bitter taste and a mellow aroma. The bitterness at the entrance quickly turned into the warmth of being in the sun, and the long aftertaste Every cell seems to be stretched, breathing the air freely, greedily longing for the sun and the next sip. He nodded in satisfaction. Thirty yuan a pound of coffee is really so charming, making people immersed in the beauty without knowing it.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said earnestly: "Graf, I know that your contract expires in more than a month, but you have to understand that even if you are free tomorrow, you are still an employee of the station today. You Our work system cannot be disregarded and you will be setting a bad example for others by doing so. Do you understand?"

Graf nodded, and walked to the coffee pot with the coffee cup, hesitated for a moment, then chose a bigger cup—a square cup for drinking, and poured all the coffee in the coffee pot into it. "I understand sir, don't worry, I will work according to the rules and regulations, and I won't be a miner next time." Seeing that the "paste water" from the espresso pot was poured into the square cup, he held up the square cup and sniffed. He took a sniff and drank it in one gulp again.

"It's still so bitter, and it can't quench your thirst. I really don't know why some people like to drink this thing!" He raised his empty square cup, ignoring Mr. Klein's blushing face, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. If nothing else, I'll go to work."

After finishing speaking, he patted his butt and left Mr. Klein's office. Looking at the empty coffee pot, Mr. Klein's fingers were tightly clasped on the table and slid down, he was already going crazy.

"Mr. Klein is bothering you?" When he saw Graf come out of Mr. Klein's office, Du Lin immediately went up to him. During this time they have added various berry juices to the distilled high wine,

After trial and error, I finally decided on two flavors. One is the pulp of Sathorn fruit, which is a very cheap and common wild fruit, which can be found almost everywhere in the suburbs and rural wastelands. It is not picky about the growth environment and grows rapidly.

The fruit of Sathorn fruit is only the size of a thumb branch, earthy yellow, with black spots on the skin. This kind of fruit tastes sour and tastes very bad. Except for occasional guys who claim to be psychics who will use this kind of fruit to refine some inexplicable things, almost no one wants to eat this thing, even the poor. They are not very willing to eat this thing as fruit.

But when the pulp of the thorn fruit and the "raw wine" were mixed together, the reaction definitely exceeded Du Lin's expectations. Alcohol seems to be able to neutralize the astringent taste, leaving only a slight sour taste. This sour taste is different from the sour taste left after fruit wine is fermented. It is a light and fragrant sour. In addition to the taste of the wine itself and the slight bitterness, it forms a special taste that is completely different from any fruit wine that can be seen on the market, which is unforgettable.

Another kind of fruit is the snow elf from the northern part of the empire. The price is a little high, and it costs thirty-five cents to buy a pound. This kind of fruit is very sweet. According to Du Lin's revelation in a dream, the liquid with higher sugar content is more difficult to freeze in cold places. This is a way for plants to protect themselves, such as maple syrup. The fruity sweetness of the snow elf can neutralize the bitterness in the "raw wine" and make the wine taste sweeter. At the same time, it also creates a special taste-from spicy to cold, as if It entered the ice cave just after crossing the volcano. The special taste made Du Lin full of confidence in it, and it should be able to win the likes of many people.

Graf chuckled a few times, "He told me not to miss work if I have something to do, but he didn't say anything else." He became a little annoyed while talking, "We both absent from work, why did he only find me Trouble, and not trouble you?"

Du Lin shrugged, "Maybe it's because I don't have a strong sense of existence?"

"That is to say, it's the same whether you are at the station or not?" Graff felt much more comfortable after he finished speaking, but he didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong, "We have already made two boxes, should we sell them? one time?"

Two boxes of twenty-four bottles of high-grade wine that have been filled are hidden under the bed in their rented room, which is what they have gained during this period of time. A box of "First Love", that kind of sour high fruit wine, and a box of "Snow Elf". According to Du Lin, the prices of the two wines are the same. Du Lin's psychological price is ten yuan a bottle, and a bottle is about 1.4 pints, which is about 750 milliliters.

The price included in the cost is between two and five to three yuan. If it is sold at ten yuan per bottle, the profit should be guaranteed to be between six and seven yuan. When Du Lin calculated the profit, Graff's eyes turned red. God testifies, he never thought that the profit from selling high alcohol would be so high! A box of twelve bottles has a net profit of about 80 yuan. According to the calculation that he can share 40%, if one box is sold, he can get a share of 30 yuan. Two boxes... Break your fingers, sixty yuan.

In other words... as long as the two cases of wine can be sold, he can buy out the contract, have more time to make more high-quality fruit wine with Du Lin, and earn more money.

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

The two talked and walked to the corner of the station. Du Lin lowered his voice and said, "I'll trouble you to do this. I don't know much about the bars in the city. Remember to sell them scattered, not just to someone. One person, let more people know about our products.”

"I see!" Graf nodded quickly, waving his arms excitedly, "When are we going?"

Du Lin glanced back at the wall clock hanging in the station warehouse, "Now, before the peak business hours of the bar at night!"