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The core of hunger marketing is to let them know that this product is good, but the quantity is really small.

It was originally two small wine bottles. Even if it was strong liquor, after breaking one, so many people came to share it. Naturally, each person would not be able to share much.

What's more, a few people including a middle-aged man and a bearded man appeared here unexpectedly.

When the bearded man finished sharing the wine, he couldn't wait to pick up his own glass: "I'll have a taste first."

As the wine entered his throat, a thread of fire rose up from his stomach, and his whole body felt stimulated by the wine from the inside out.

"Ha, good wine, good wine, come again..." As soon as the words left his mouth, he got stuck.

What's next? This is not wine at one's own house or in a restaurant. One person can share it. It's just that much. One's own amount has been drank in one gulp. How can there be any need for another glass?

The middle-aged man glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and picked up the wine glass. However, he was obviously better at tasting wine than the bearded man. He smelled it first, and then took a sip.

After getting used to the aroma of the wine, I took another bigger sip.

"Mr. Zheng, don't be so stingy. If you don't have a good time drinking, how can you still call me drinking?" The bearded man came to Zheng Zhixun: "We are the hosts today. Even if I, Lao Cheng, buy your wine, there will be no more." Bring it up."

"Sorry, there really aren't any more."

"there is none left?"

"Yes, the output of this Vulcan Sword is very small. Today's two bottles are all the recent output."

"You...why don't you have it?" The bearded man was a little helpless. Not to mention forcing him to buy or sell it, the other party said it was gone, even if he wanted to force it to buy it, it was gone.

"Is this wine called the Vulcan Sword?" The middle-aged man shook the cup in his position and asked, looking at the clear wine inside.

"That's exactly what it's called!" Zheng Zhixun stood up and said with cupped hands: "This wine is brewed using ancient methods. It is said that Zhu Rong, the God of Fire, used this wine to splash his sword every time after the battle because it was extremely hot. When it was cooled down on his sword, the wine met Vulcan's hot sword, and the aroma of the wine overflowed. Zhu Rong's tribe named this wine the Vulcan Sword."

Zheng Zhixun has practiced these words at home several times, and now he can say it without blushing or heartbeat.

"Vulcan Sword..." No one here thought that such a wine would have such an allusion, but considering that they had never drunk such a strong wine, it seemed that it made sense.

And after the wine hit my throat, it really was like a line of fire from my throat to my belly. It seemed a little bit interesting to say that it was cut by the God of Fire's knife.

"Hey, since you know how to brew, why don't you brew more?" The bearded man complained.

"It's not that I don't want to, I really can't. It's extremely difficult to make this kind of wine. I also experimented for a long time before I made these two bottles."

"One bottle, and another bottle is broken!" The bearded man muttered dissatisfiedly, and then glared at Yan Kai.

"Little brother, how about you go home and find more people to brew more of this wine, and I'll pay for it and buy a hundred dou?"

"Sir, you are joking." Zheng Zhixun smiled slightly: "It is not easy to brew this kind of wine. In the future, the Zheng family will sell it in Luoyang. About fifty dou of it will be sold a month."

The current production capacity is about [-] buckets a month. Yan Kai and the others decided to sell only [-] buckets a month at first and save the rest. They can also sell aged wine at a higher price in the future.

"Only fifty dou a month? That's it. Just take it less. You tell me how much a dou is, and I'll give it to you."

"One bucket has fifty guan, but we only sell it in bulk, and each person can only buy one bottle at a time." Zheng Zhixun smiled and pointed to the empty bottle on the table.

"Why can't you only buy one bottle at a time?" The bearded man was surprised at first, then realized and asked in disbelief: "How much did you say per bucket?"

"Fifty sticks!" Zheng Zhixun stretched out a slap and said seriously.

"Boy, do you know how much a bucket of the best wine in Xiyue Tower costs?"

"Sir, a bucket of wine at Xiyue Tower is indeed much cheaper. In addition, we only have fifty buckets of wine a month, so sir, you might as well buy more at Xiyue Tower."

"You..." The bearded man paused. Although the wine at Xiyue Tower is good, there is no better wine in Chang'an. Why would he buy wine at Xiyue Tower?

This kid looked like a dog just now, but now he looks more and more disgusting.

Zheng Zhixun didn't know his image in the eyes of the double-standard bearded man. He just basically said what Yan Kai said.

Now their goal has been achieved, everyone was amazed by their wine, and there were a few more people, and each person got less. Looking at the way the bearded man filled his wine glass, you knew How this wine suited him.

And according to what Yan Kai said, their wine was just to gain popularity from the beginning. It doesn't matter how much sales it has. As long as everyone knows that there is a good wine that sells for [-] yuan per dou, they will be considered successful.

During this meal, Xiyuelou was the only one who was at risk. He was not afraid of not knowing what he was selling, but he was afraid of comparison.

After drinking the wine from Yan Kai and the others, I felt bland after drinking the wine from Xiyue Lou.

The big beard was frustrated here, and even threw the blame to Xiyue Tower, complaining that Xiyue Tower was the best restaurant in Luoyang, but it couldn't even brew such wine.

The shopkeeper of Xiyue Tower also had troubles. The key was that although some of the people there were unknown in terms of their specific identities, one could tell by their demeanor that they were not someone he could afford to offend.

I can only suffer from this dumb loss.

After dinner, there was no need to continue the arithmetic society. Zheng Zhixun's performance today was so impressive, and although they knew the answers to many questions, they had to study the calculation process by themselves.

So what was supposed to be a one-day arithmetic session ended in just one morning.

"Brother Zheng, please wait a moment." Zheng Zhixun originally said goodbye, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

I originally thought that the other party had something to do, but I didn't expect that the other party asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Brother Zheng, can you introduce this person?"

"..." Zheng Zhixun was stunned and turned to look at Yan Kai, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, he said: "He...he is a boy of my family."

This was what Yan Kai said at the beginning, and he didn't intend to reveal too much.

There are too many dangers in this era, so hiding behind and being a coward is the most correct choice.

"Hahaha, how can you introduce a young boy and still have to look at his face?" The middle-aged man smiled heartily, then looked at Yan Kai and said: "And that fall you just made, your acting was a bit fake. .”