What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Inside a dilapidated factory building made of a few pieces of iron sheets.

A reservoir with countless glass bottles with beer packaging on them.

There are some hextech used to make fake beer piled on the ground.

In addition, there is a large table in the center of the factory with several bottle sealers on it.

There are a total of eight workers in the factory building of several hundred square meters.

Two people are responsible for making the wine, three people are responsible for filling the glass bottles with wine, and the remaining three people are responsible for sealing the bottles.

Shen Ting parked her BMW in the factory, got out of the car and asked, "How was it? How many bottles of wine were made today?"

The brewer poured the malt powder into the water and responded: "About two truckloads."

"Oh, don't do it yet. Stop what you are doing and let me say something."

The voice fell.

All the workers in the factory raised their heads and looked at Shen Ting, their eyes full of doubts.

"The company has recently opened a second marketing department, and a new manager has been hired. The situation has been a bit tense recently. From now on, you should reduce the output by half every day, and sell less goods each time." Shen Ting was still more cautious.

She is the boss behind this fake beer processing factory.

She used her power to secretly package the real beer that the company should have sent to a store or bar and send it to other places for a [-]% discount, and then used the fake beer produced by the processing factory to sell it.

Fake beer is mainly distributed in small bars, and the bar owners know that it is fake beer, but it doesn’t matter!

The people who come to the bar to play are basically people who have finished drinking and are dizzy before going to the bar to dance.

This kind of person doesn't care whether the wine he drinks after going to the bar is real or fake. In short, he will get high after drinking it.

The production cost of a bottle of fake wine may be less than a dime. Shen Ting resells it to those bars for two yuan a bottle, which is twenty times the profit!

And the fake wine that the bar owner bought for two yuan, as long as it is placed on his counter, the price will suddenly skyrocket to 10 yuan a bottle!

After Shen Ting's operation, she made a lot of money selling fake wine.

As for the discount price difference that needs to be paid for the original real beer, it is basically negligible for the money Shen Ting earns.

In short, she can earn an extra 300 million yuan a year by relying on this fake wine processing factory, and her life is very prosperous!

"What's wrong with the new supervisor? He's here to do his job, so he can't delay us from making money, right?" the winemaker said unhappily.

Shen Ting explained patiently: "His status in the company is the same as mine, and his rights are the same as mine. If we let him follow the brewery to find here, we will be very numb. Do you understand?"

The brewer pursed his lips and said nothing.

He makes money based on the sales of counterfeit wine, and reducing production means that his income will also decrease.

But Shen Ting is his boss after all, so no matter how unhappy he feels, he can only hold it in.

"Okay, you should all be careful in what you do recently. Try to keep the shipping time at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Please be more vigilant. I'll go back first." After Shen Ting said the next sentence, she drove away in her BMW.

……

outside the plant.

Zhang Xiaoan used his mobile phone to clearly record Shen Ting's arrival and departure through a gap as wide as his fist.

See Shen Ting leaving.

He took back his phone, turned around and squatted on the ground.

Zhang Qingyang beside him glanced around and asked doubtfully: "How did you find this useless place?"

"Cats have cat lanes, dogs have dog lanes, and I have my own way."

"Okay." Zhang Qingyang said, taking out his mobile phone and preparing to call the police.

Zhang Xiaoan had quick eyes and quick hands and snatched his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qingyang asked, tilting his neck.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaoan asked.

"Call the police. There is a reward for reporting this fake beer processing factory. Can you please don't stop me from getting rich?" Zhang Qingyang suddenly felt a headache when he thought of the more than 2 yuan he owed.

Zhang Qingyang is now being forced to do so.

The sudden lack of food at home made him look like a Muggle.

Zhang Xiaoan gave him a slap in the face and scolded him: "How much money can I get you for reporting a broken factory? Can you make some progress?"

Zhang Qingyang's eyes suddenly rolled, and then his eyes lit up: "Yeah! How much reward can you get for reporting the report? Let's use the video to threaten that bitch. If it's more than that, how dare she refuse to give it to her? ?”

Zhang Xiaoan: "..."

When a person is poor to a certain extent, he can come up with all sorts of crooked ways.

But I have to say, this is a very good idea!

"It's okay to blackmail her, but I have to handle this matter. We have more important things to do now."

Zhang Qingyang blinked and asked innocently, "What's more important?"

"Help you practice your courage."

After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he raised his hand and knocked hard on the iron sheet twice, then ran away.

"Boom!"

Hearing the noise coming from outside, the workers in the factory suddenly raised their heads like frightened hares, then picked up a wine bottle and ran out of the factory.

……

outside the plant.

Before Zhang Qingyang could react, Zhang Xiaoan had disappeared, and his figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

"Damn it! Are you a dog?!"

Zhang Qingyang cursed angrily and ran outside the factory.

The workers who had just walked out of the factory saw a figure running quickly towards the door.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

"You fucking stop me!"

"..."

After several workers shouted, they took steps to catch up.

Zhang Xiaoan, on the other hand, sat leisurely on the iron roof of the factory building, smiling and watching everything happening in front of him.

A person like Zhang Qingyang must have experienced severe beatings from society several times, otherwise it will be difficult for him to change.

Now is a good opportunity to teach him how to behave!

……

After a few minutes.

Zhang Qingyang, who was exhausted, was surrounded by workers at the base of the wall.

"Huhu...huhu..." Zhang Qingyang leaned against the wall with sweat on his forehead and panting heavily.

Each of the workers held a wine bottle and pressed towards him step by step with ferocious expressions.

"Zhang Xiao'an, you dog coin..." Zhang Qingyang cursed in a low voice, then looked at the workers and asked, "What do you want to do?"

A worker in his 50s with a sinister face took a step forward and asked, "Who are you asking? This is my territory, and I want to ask you what you do?"

"Nothing to do, just find a place to pee. Is there any problem?" Zhang Qingyang still looked carefree, with a very unconvinced expression.

"Ha! You're not going to tell me, are you? OK, I'll beat you up first and then I'll ask you."

The workers were also afraid of causing trouble, so they threw away the wine bottles in their hands and walked towards Zhang Qingyang eager to do so.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Qingyang stood up straight and shouted with no loss of momentum: "I am Zhang Qingyang!"

The workers stopped and looked at each other.

"I'm from the Zhang Group, and Zhang Youzhi is my master! You dare to touch me!" Zhang Qingyang thought that after giving his name, he would make the other party afraid.

Results in the next second.

"Fuck him!"