Her Cultivation Diar Chapter 1706 - 1563: Baijiu and Membership Cards

Chapter 1706: Chapter 1563: Baijiu and mbership Cards

The custors each have their own monts of joy and sorrow.

Boss Chang knew nothing about it and continued to ponder his speech on stage, going over the draft he had repeatedly rehearsed in his mind.

But after all, the liquor was the main focus, so he could only use a few words to try to emphasize its rarity. If he didn’t engage in false advertising, then how should he say it?

He explained that after the farrs harvested the sorghum, there was no extensive steaming or repeated careful selection; they just stead and brewed it as it was, ending up with over 300 pounds of raw pulp liquor.

He brought it back from soone’s Sweet Potato Cellar and blended it, making it the main highlight of the evening.

Such a thing, he couldn’t bring himself to say!

Boss Chang was quite embarrassed; in the end, the words wouldn’t co out, so he hastily said a couple of sentences and stepped down.

Sadly, no one paid him any attention.

The specially invited etiquette ladies stood on both sides wearing cheongsams, holding trays with small, slender, and delicate liquor flasks like swans.

An old gourt frowned and then muttered, "Can this bottle hold two liang of liquor?"

What a keen eye!

This flask contained exactly two liang, which was about the amount for a transparent disposable plastic cup. The small goblets on the tables, although looking beautiful and grand, could be filled by a fingertip.

These had been carefully selected by Boss Chang, with a capacity even slightly less than the "two qian cup." Using these to pour, one flask could make it around the table with so left over.

He truly exercised his wit to the fullest.

But while he was shrewd, the custors weren’t fools. Those who drank regularly could tell at a glance that sothing was off:

"Boss Chang, the bigger your business grows, the stingier you beco. We’re supposed to savor this tasting, but with such a tiny sip, what are we supposed to taste or appreciate?"

Boss Chang could only maintain a smiling face and explain, "Please try it first. Once you taste it, you’ll understand why I can’t afford to be generous."

The guests were already intrigued; the aroma of the liquor was pervasive, and just a sniff was enough to know its quality. Besides the strong fragrance of grain liquor, the taste was exceptionally rich, despite the bottle indicating quite a standard proof.

But why did rely slling it make one feel tipsy?

Just one sip—

Hiss!

This liquor!

This liquor is extraordinary!

The entire venue fell silent as everyone focused on tasting.

Taohua hesitated as she held her glass. She usually didn’t drink, but here was this small glass of liquor before her, looking so tiny...

As she wavered, a considerate server approached: "Miss, do you usually not drink?"

While speaking, she had already taken out an empty liquor bottle: "The boss said, don’t force custors who don’t usually drink, as this liquor can easily get one drunk. But you can take it ho to slowly savor."

She looked at Taohua, "Would you like to take it?"

Taohua blushed a little.

Because this small goblet really held just a tiny amount of liquor, just one sip’s worth. To take it ho in a bottle seed absurdly laughable.

But as she was about to refuse, she saw everyone at the table eyeing her predatorily, even Five Hundred Years ca over: "Perhaps you shouldn’t take it. Just this little sip, why don’t I drink it for you?"

Taohua responded without hesitation, "Take it!"

Really, how could she suddenly distrust Qiaoqiao? The carefully crafted liquor from their family, sothing priceless yet unavailable on the market, how could it not be worth taking ho?

No matter if it’s a small goblet, even if it’s a single dropper, she’d first have to sip it!

As the liquor was poured back into the bottle, everyone at the table let out sighs.

anwhile, on the other side, Boss Chang was being pestered by a custor:

"Look at you, Old Chang. Your liquor is good, but it’s not well-known!"

"Brands with big nas don’t even need tastings; they sell upon release."

"For niche brands like yours, listen to , you should first mass distribute! Let the market acknowledge its quality—here’s the deal, whatever stock you have, distribute it to

first. You can trust , right? I have several chain stores."

Boss Chang thought to himself, I do know you have a few chain stores. But whether this liquor will end up in your stomach or on your store shelves, I do not know.

But before he could speak, soone beside him couldn’t hold back: "Old Wu, that’s not being genuine. Boss Chang already said it, this liquor is premium! Limited edition! Yet you insist on belittling it."

After a pause, recalling how his petite lover usually spoke, he mimicked her tone: "Not like , I knew its excellence with one sip. Boss Chang, just tell , how much is the liquor? If you can package it, I’ll take all, just to show my support."

Boss Chang: ...

So no one was actually listening when he was speaking on stage, right?

He had no choice but to reiterate: "Thanks for your kind interest; unfortunately, my liquor truly has insufficient production, as both of you ntioned, quite niche, with no substitutes."

"At this tasting eting, we are focusing on promoting our store’s mbership cards. Cardholding custors, depending on their mbership level, can receive different amounts of liquor monthly, as well as a certain purchase limit..."

As he said this, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of bitterness.

Doing it this way really made him look like a money-grubbing, hunger-inducing marketer.

But who would have thought, he was telling the truth! It really was a case of insufficient production. Not enough to eat, not enough to drink...

Boss Chang internally lanted, but recalling Song Tan’s promises of the future, he picked himself up with determination:

"So, both of you don’t need to worry about buying the liquor, let’s first calm down and savor it slowly."

With these words, not only did the two bosses in front of him, but people from all around gathered.

Everyone held up their tiny goblets for him to see: "With such tiny cups, what are we supposed to savor?"

Heaven knows there were four liang of liquor per table!

He had to urgently urge the waiters: "Serve more, serve more..."

As he spoke, a commotion could vaguely be heard — several custors, unable to handle their liquor, had already succumbed to just one tiny goblet.

Boss Chang: ...

Without even securing a mbership card, you’ve already knocked out. How inappropriate!

Fortunately, the liquor had been carefully blended by them, unlike before when two liang of raw pulp liquor would knock a person out for a day. Hence, Boss Chang had anticipated this:

"Quick, have the waiters bring over the chilled waterlon juice prepared in the kitchen to soothe the throats of those who are drunk..."

The ice-cold, refreshing, and fragrant waterlon juice, upon drinking, would definitely clear one’s head — truthfully just a bit more than one qian of liquor, not enough alcohol to cause much effect.

But as he said this, quite a few bosses put down their goblets and held their heads saying, "Oh no! I seem to be a bit drunk too..."

Boss Chang: ...

Clearly, it was his well-made product, and he should have relished such a scene, but sohow, the phrase that popped into his mind was —

Suppressing one gourd, another popped up.

Boss Chang could no longer concern himself with trying to maintain the elegant sophistication of the tasting eting — truth be told, this wasn’t his fault, the custors were simply not restraining themselves!

Before everyone could create a scene, he quickly got back on stage — no matter what, first, bring out the mbership cards to shift everyone’s attention!

Tonight, there was truly nothing left to sell.