Restart the Flying Age

　　 In a blink of an eye, it enters July. With more and more mature grapes in the vineyard, the farmhouse’s daily harvest, the proportion of grape sales is getting higher and higher.

　　The grapes nowadays are sweet and slightly sour, which makes people want to stop.

　　 often before they have time to eat to the fullest, they find that the gums have been soured.

　　 For Gu Fei, who hadn't seen Wu Tao for two days, sitting under the grape racks and eating grapes soaked in well water was a bit bored.

　　 He found that he was getting more and more accustomed to blow farts with Wu Tao, even if the age difference between the two was not small.

　　 I finally got my chance today.

　　 occupies the milling table under the grape rack, An Rong's white slender fingers fiddled with the grape skins, eating one by herself, and then feeding another one to Wu Tao.

　　 Gu Fei watched eagerly, but couldn't enjoy this treatment.

　　 "Hey, can you two stop being so sticky? When I don't exist..."

　　 An Rong waved his hand and said, "Let you go away long ago, don't be a light bulb here, you have to stay~"

"you……"

Wu Tao answered: "Brother Fei, you bring so many friends here every day, why don't you have a good chat with them? Wouldn't it be specifically to take care of my family's business? You can see, now the daily passenger flow has stabilized at 200 people. above……"

　　 Gu Fei intercepted his words and said, "You also know that I am here to take care of your business. So, Tao, what is Brother Fei doing to you?"

　　 "It's okay!" Wu Tao pondered and nodded.

　　 "Don't be fooled by him!" An Rong reminded immediately.

　　 Gu Fei patted An Rong on the forehead and said: "Shut up! Be careful I bring your mother tomorrow..."

　　 "Shameless, badass!"

　　 Ignoring An Rong’s grievances, Gu Fei took on Wu Tao’s shoulder and said, “Tao, have you any ideas for making money lately? Bring Fei brother with you?”

　　 "Brother Fei, you have so many friends, so naturally there is no shortage of ways to make money. Would you care about my little trouble?"

"Are you still called a small fight?" Gu Fei clasped his fingers like several treasures: "The daily harvest of 200 passengers per day is at least 3,000 yuan or more. After a while, the grapes will mature in large quantities, and the daily harvest will probably increase. ! Such a month will cost 90,000 yuan~"

　　 It seems that Gu Fei has come to eat and drink every day these days, and Gu Fei's heart is already inseparable from the income of the farmhouse.

"You earned this month, enough for me to work for two years!" Gu Fei said with great envy: "As for my friends, they still rely on me to make their own ideas. When the wind goes smoothly, the cooperation is still successful. I feel a little unsatisfactory. It’s not bad if they don’t demolish my station."

　　 You have a sense of measure, knowing that you are a friend of wine and meat.

　　 Thinking of the plan he had been pondering over the past few days, Wu Tao raised his brows, "Do you really want to make money?"

　　 Gu Fei took out both of his pockets and shook and said, "You see, my pockets are already dry, and I can't live without making money~"

　　 "Rong Rong, pay attention to the group of Fei brothers later, we must let them settle the bill."

　　 "Well, I will keep an eye on it." An Rong replied solemnly.

　　 "Hey, I said you two..." Gu Fei was so angry that he lost his temper.

　　 "Brother Fei, I do have a small business..."

　　 Upon hearing this, all Gu Fei's grievances disappeared instantly, and he approached with a flattering smile, "How much money can I make?"

　　 Wu Tao raised both hands and said, "We earn this number in one month."

　　 Gu Fei pondered, "One hundred thousand?" This volume is about the same as the monthly income of today's farmhouse, so he thinks it is the most possible.

　　 Unexpectedly, Wu Tao shook his head faintly, as if he was holding the winning ticket.

　　 "Is it one million?" Gu Fei swallowed uncontrollably, "Quickly talk about business!"

　　 Looking at Wu Tao's determined manner, he walked north and south, and Gu Fei, who was accustomed to big scenes, couldn't sit still.

　　 earn one million a month, one million!

　　 The millionaires of this year are very famous, not like later generations who have already left.

　　 Based on his previous journey, he begged his grandpa to tell his grandmother, and finally became tired into a dog, only earning 40,000 to 50,000 a year.

　　 Such a number of ways, he has had enough.

　　 Now one million is enough for him to earn 20 years like this!

Seeing that he is An Rong’s uncle, Wu Tao confessed: “In fact, this is a fast-money business. After doing this for a while, there will be no future. But if you do well, Brother Fei, I will consider next time. Continue to work with you and make a profitable business."

　　 "Fast money is fine, I promise not to let you down!" Gu Fei, who is used to seeing scenes and bigwigs, is now in front of Wu Tao, as well-behaved as a junior.

　　 After all, who wants to have trouble with money?

　　Wu Tao peeled a grape, letting the juice of the grape soak the entire mouth and gums, and swallowed it in one fell swallow: "Do you know the heat transfer machine and heat transfer technology?"

　　 "I know!" Gu Fei nodded in surprise, "But I know this stuff is normal. You haven't been out in Beijiang. How can you know? As far as I know, this kind of machine has just been introduced to China not long ago."

　　 Wu Tao waved his hand and said: "You don't care how I know~"

　　 An Rong echoed: "Yes, look down upon people! Haven't you gone out to meet, haven't you read newspapers and magazines? Uncle stupid~"

　　 "Good, good..." Gu Fei repeatedly told Rao, and the topic changed: "Could it be that you plan to start a clothing business?"

　　 "It's almost the same, I want to make a T-shirt."

　　 "No way?" Gu Fei couldn't believe it. "A T-shirt cost more than ten dollars. If you want to earn one million, you have to sell at least a few hundred thousand pieces!"

　　 An Rong can't understand ~www.novelmt.com~ It sells hundreds of thousands of T-shirts a month. "

　　 "Have you heard a word?"

"Um?"

"First-class companies make standards, second-rate companies make products, and third-rate companies make projects." Wu Tao quoted the incisive words summarized by later generations: It takes a lot of energy and time..."

　　"...However, branded products are different. High-tech production lines are used, mass production, and high production efficiency. Users have strong brand recognition and naturally have no worries about sales. So second-rate companies are definitely making more money than third-rate companies!"

"...As for the first-class, let's not talk about it for the time being." Wu Tao changed his head and said: "Let's talk about this T-shirt. If we can ensure that it sells well, then through contact with production and distribution channels, each T-shirt will earn money. It costs 5 yuan, so as long as it sells 200,000 pieces, we can achieve our goal."

　　 Hearing this, An Rong had a bright light in his mind, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh, I know. You want to print the cute photo of the golden retriever on a T-shirt and sell it, right?"

　　 "Yes, Rongrong is the smartest!"

　　 An Rong has a sweet face.

　　 Gu Feiqiang endured the discomfort all over, and wondered: "How can a cat be printed on a T-shirt to promote sales?"

　　 "That's not an ordinary cat, it's a cute cat, don't you understand?" An Rong scolded the white with disdain.

　　 Wu Tao took out a floppy disk and said: "In fact, we can try to make 2000 pieces first, but you have to ensure the quality and keep the cost price at 10 yuan per piece."

　　 "This is not difficult!" Gu Fei tentatively asked, "Then try to make 2000 pieces first?"