"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 the agreement between us and do your work well!" Mr. Crien loosened his bow tie and brought a cup of coffee in front of Graf.

During this period, Krien found that Graff's performance plummeted, less than one-third of the previous ones, and even absent from work at the busiest afternoon!

This is something that no capitalist can tolerate. Giving you money means you to work hard, not charity. The station will give these workers enough food and almost enough rest time every day, and you can ask for a few days off every month. Of course, it must be done when the work is not busy. Mr. Krien feels that he is patient and generous enough to treat these garbage in the lower class. They should cry and thank him for giving them the power of life, rather than thinking about the miners being lazy!

If Graff had not had a high prestige and status in the station, maybe Mr. Crien would have used some of the regulations in the contract to punish this damn guy.

Graf raised the coffee cup with a blank look on his face, and drank it all in one gulp like a cow drink. Finally, he put down the cup, and said something that made Mr. Crien almost jump up, "This thing is really bitter, just like stirring the bottom of a burnt pot with water, even the color is like."

Thirty dollars a pound of sunny coffee beans unique to the southern part of the empire came to this guy's mouth and it was like water from the bottom of the pot?

Mr. Crien frowned and hid the displeasure in his heart. The vulgar countrymen were always vulgar countrymen. Even if they live in the city now, they could not get rid of the stupidity and ignorance of the countrymen. Thinking of this, Mr. Crien's displeasure disappeared a lot. Graff in front of him was like the gorilla he saw while accompanying his children to visit the zoo. The sense of superiority from the species itself arose.

I'm talking about coffee with a gorilla?

He even chuckled, full of contempt and contempt.

He turned to the table and sat on a comfortable seat, tasted a bit of coffee with a mellow aroma in the bitter taste. The bitterness at the mouth quickly turned into a warmth that made people feel as if they were in the sun. The long aftertaste made every cell seem to stretch, breathing the air freely, and greedily longing for the sun and the next mouthful. He nodded with satisfaction. The thirty-pound coffee was indeed so charming, making people immersed in the beauty without realizing it.

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

Graf nodded, walked to the coffee pot with his own coffee cup, hesitated for a while, and then chose a larger 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" of the Yi coffee pot was poured into the square cup, he raised the square cup and sniffed it, and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's still so bitter and can't quench your thirst. I really don't know why anyone likes to drink this thing!" He raised the square cup that had been drunk, ignoring Mr. Crien's already red color. "Thank you, Mr. Crien, for your hospitality, if nothing else, I'll go to work."

After saying that, he patted his butt and left Mr. Krien's office. Looking at the empty coffee pot, Mr. Krien slid his fingers tightly on the table, and he was already crazy.

"Mr. Krien is in trouble for you?" As soon as he saw Graf coming out of Mr. Krien's office, Dulin immediately went up to meet him. Over the past period of time, they mixed various berry juices into the distilled high wine. After repeated attempts, they finally decided on two flavors. One is the pulp of sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-sam-s

The fruit of the stinger is only the size of a thumb branches, yellowish and black spots on the skin. This kind of fruit tastes sour and has a bad taste. Except for the occasional guy who claims to be a psychic, who will use this fruit to refine some inexplicable things, almost no one wants to eat this thing, even the poor are not willing to eat it as a fruit.

However, when the pulp of the syrup and the "raw wine" are mixed together, the reaction produced is definitely beyond Dulin's expectations. Alcohol seems to neutralize the astringent taste, leaving only a faint sour taste. This sour taste is different from the sour taste left after the fermentation of the fruit wine. It is a light and fragrant sour taste. Coupled with the taste and the light bitterness of the wine itself, it forms a certain difference, which is different from most of the fruit wines you can see on the market, which makes people unforgettable.

Another fruit is the snow elves from the north of the empire. The price is a little high and it takes thirty-five minutes to buy a pound. This fruit is very sweet. According to the inspiration Dulin received in his dream, the higher the sugar content in cold places, the harder it is to freeze. This is a way for plants to protect themselves, such as maple syrup. The snow elves with the sweetness of the fruit 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 they had just crossed the volcano and entered the ice cave. The special taste makes Dulin confident in it and should be able to win the likes of many people.

Graf laughed a few times, "He told me not to absent from work if I have nothing to do, and I didn't say anything else." As he said that, he became a little angry, "We absent from work together, why did he only cause trouble for me and not for you?"

Dulin shrugged, "Maybe it's because I don't have a strong presence?"

"That is, do you have the same station?" Graff felt much more comfortable after he said that, but he didn't know why he always felt something was wrong. "We have made two boxes, should we take it out and sell it?"

Two boxes of twenty-four bottles of high-fill wine were hidden under the bed in their rental house. This is what they have gained during this period. A box of "first love" is the kind of sour high-fruit wine, and a box of "snow elves". According to Dulin, the price of these two wines is the same. Dulin's psychological price is ten yuan per bottle, and a bottle of about four pints is about 750 milliliters.

The cost price is about two or five to three yuan. If sold at ten yuan per bottle, the profit should be guaranteed to be between six or seven yuan. When Dulin calculated the profit, Graff's eyes turned red. God testified that he never thought that the profit of selling high-altitude wine would be so high! A box of twelve bottles would have a net profit of about eighty yuan. According to the calculation that he could divide forty percent, he could sell a box of thirty yuan, two boxes... and sixty yuan.

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

So what Mr. Crien said to him was just a fart, a loud fart!

As the two of them walked to the corner of the station, Dulin lowered his voice and said, "You have to do this. I don't know much about the bars in the city. Remember to sell them in a scattered manner, not just to one person, but to let more people understand our products."

"I understand!" Graf nodded quickly and waved his arms excitedly, "When will we go?"
Chapter completed!