Cosma Empire

"Haven't you come out yet?" Graf's eyes were red and bloody, this was like a big gamble for him, and his entire net worth was gambled.

He is one of the very few porters who can actually earn money as a porter at the station. His monthly salary is between eleven and twelve yuan. This is because everyone's speed is very fast. If the number of porters is reduced, the money he can earn will increase further.

This time, under Du Lin's careful explanation, he took out all his savings - 41 yuan, as the "startup capital" for his and Du Lin's business. According to the agreement between him and Du Lin, if he successfully turned low-alcohol wine into high-alcohol wine, then he would take 40% of the profit from selling high-alcohol wine as his own benefit. Dühring didn't have any objection to this point. Initially, he planned to give Graff 50% of the profits.

But this guy dropped 10% as soon as he opened his mouth. Even if Du Lin was a fool, he would know that he should keep his generous mouth shut.

With Graff's forty-one dollars, he soon had everything he could remember. A small iron bucket for boiling low-alcohol wine, and a lid with a pipe. The pipe was turned from another bucket filled with water, and came out from the bottom, followed by a glass basin below. In fact, these things didn't cost too much money, and they were all done for only four and a half dollars. If it is not necessary for a blacksmith to install a pipe on the lid and fill and block the gap between the barrel and the pipe, it can actually be bought for three yuan or seventy-eight.

Where the real money was spent was on the side cases of low alcohol wine, and some sugar, and the carafe and the house they're in now. These things are the big ones that consume a lot of start-up funds, and they are the big ones that cannot be saved.

Two days off, the two of them have been in this small room, Graf has a high sense of vigilance, and covered all the doors and windows with curtains, which turned out to be the most stupid way, resulting in the room The smell is not very good.

As the low-alcohol wine in the small iron pot began to make a gurgling sound, Du Lin pressed a few stones on the lid, reached out and touched the tube, and it immediately bounced off, a little hot. When the first drop of liquid dripped from the other end of the tube, Graf almost threw himself on the glass basin in his arms. More and more liquid was dripping out of the tube, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Graff's trembling hand in the depths of the glass dipped in the liquid from the bottom of the glass basin and stuffed it into his mouth.

Du Lin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his throat was burning with pain. In the past two days, he has also been desperately fighting. At this moment, he is so nervous that he seems to be able to hear his heart beating. It's fine if it succeeds, but if it fails, he will feel guilty. After all, Graf has used all his resources to continue doing this!

Seeing that Graf closed his eyes, his facial features were crowded together, and his whole body began to tremble, Du Lin's mind went blank, did he fail? He sighed in despair, and was about to extinguish the fire, but Graff suddenly shouted "Hello!"

He put down the glass basin in ecstasy and hugged Du Lin in his arms, hugged it vigorously, and spun it around, his mind was filled with joy. Before he met Du Lin, 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, he would still be working as a coolie at the station? Thank God, thank you for sending this bastard to me!

He looked at Du Lin with a red face, "If you were a girl, I would marry you now."

"I think my ribs might be breaking!"

Graf was taken aback, and immediately put Du Lin down. He knew that he had great strength, but when he looked at Du Lin again, Du Lin also looked at him while rubbing his arms. Sparks of excitement and joy shone in the eyes of both of them, and then they laughed loudly and heartily.

The laughter didn't last long, and the sound of dongdongdong knocking on the floor came from upstairs,

A woman with a sharp voice could be faintly heard shouting, "Are you still allowed to rest? Damn you guys, you deserve to rent a house for the rest of your life!"

The two were taken aback, and stopped laughing, but they didn't feel the slightest bit of unhappiness because of the woman upstairs's complaints and curses. They returned to the extremely simple distillation equipment again, watching a small bowl of light amber liquid emitting a gas that didn't smell very good, but both of them were obsessed. This is not high alcohol at all, this is money!

Du Lin's heart was beating faster at this time, and his mouth was dry. He knew that he had violated the laws of the empire, but for some reason, he didn't feel the slightest fear, but felt extraordinarily excited and jumping for joy! If it wasn't for avoiding attracting attention, he would have wished to open the window and sing loudly to vent his joy.

"How long are we going to burn?" Graf tilted his head and asked as he watched the water dripping out of the pipe become less and less and slower.

Du Lin didn't know either, he hesitated for a while, "It should take a while, right? Why don't we pack these first and see how many bottles we can hold!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two began to work together , poured the wine in the glass basin into the bottles they had prepared, looking at the two full wine bottles and one six or seven cent filled wine bottle, the excitement in the eyes of the two of them was gone, replaced by a A deep doubt!

Just now they did this experiment with three bottles of low-alcohol wine, but almost three bottles of high-alcohol wine came out. Why did the more they thought about it, the more they felt something was wrong?

Graf picked up the full bottle of wine and took a sip, then spit it out, "Bah, why is it so bitter? The taste is wrong, and the strength is not high!"

Du Lin immediately turned around and opened the small iron pot, only to see a layer of scorched yellow and bubbling sticky stuff rolling under the embers of the small iron pot. He picked up a small wooden branch, blew it and stuffed it into his mouth. The strong fragrance and sweetness made his brain hurt a little. He slapped his head violently, and only then did he realize that the first thing that came out must be high-strength wine, 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 easier. He first scraped out the scorched black stuff in the small iron bucket, then poured the low-alcohol wine into it again, and distilled one side again. When there was about a bottle or so, I immediately changed a container. The two tasted the taste in the glass basin, and this time it was not only very bitter, but also very spicy. He added the scorched black syrup-like substance that he scraped out little by little, and after repeated attempts, he finally made a high-quality wine that Graf considered a perfect score.

"I think we can sell it!" Graf couldn't help but took another sip. God testified that he had never drank such a high alcohol so happily. It was really too happy. The fiery liquid entered his stomach, but what rose up was a sense of warmth, and he liked such a hot taste, just like he liked adding chili powder to cigarettes.

Du Lin didn't see it that way, "We should investigate the prices and tastes of most high-alcohol wines on the market, and then improve as much as possible to make our own characteristics before they can be sold. Products that are different from ordinary brands in the market can be sold quickly. Create a better reputation and value for us!"

Graff was already a little fuzzy. He clapped his ear with his little finger and asked, "So can we make more money?"

Du Lin nodded vigorously, "Yes, I can make more and more money!"

Graf suddenly burst into laughter, slapped Du Lin's shoulder with a slap, staggered a few steps and almost fell down. God, Durin's body is strong enough, but he is still not as good as Graff. Sometimes Du Lin really doubts, is there a Yaojing warehouse in this guy's body? Is he actually a machine in human skin? Otherwise, where did he get so much strength?

But soon the two faced another dilemma - they had no money!

According to Graf's intention, the distilled high-strength wine should be exchanged for some money, and then used to buy some high-strength wine for mass consumption to taste, but Du Lin has a different opinion. It is definitely not something that a smart person can do to rashly intervene in this illegal industry without preparation, and there may be another mad donkey or something clamoring to run out.

Moreover, how to manage this business that can definitely make a lot of money will require a period of planning.

The two had no choice but to go back to the station, waiting for the day when the salary would be paid at the end of the month.