Chapter 1532

The customers had their own joys and sorrows.

Boss Chang was oblivious, still on stage deliberating his speech, reciting the draft he had checked repeatedly.

But since the white spirit was the highlight, he had to try to render the liquor's rarity in a few words. But if he didn't want to engage in false advertising, how should he say this?

Say that after the farmers collected the sorghum, they didn't steam or sun it nine times, nor did they repeatedly select it, but just steamed and brewed it like that, finally yielding over 300 jin of raw liquor.

He pulled it back from someone's sweet potato cellar and diluted it, and it became the highlight of tonight.

This, this, this, he couldn't say it!

Boss Chang was very embarrassed; in the end, he couldn't get the draft out and came down after saying a few perfunctory words.

Sadly, no one paid him any attention.

The etiquette ladies specially invited stood on both sides in cheongsams, the small liquor pots on their trays delicate and slender, like swans.

A gourmet frowned and muttered: "Can this liquor bottle hold two liang of liquor?"

He had a sharp eye for liquor!

This pot held exactly two liang, which was the amount of one transparent disposable plastic cup. And the small liquor cups on everyone's tables were even more pitiful; they looked beautiful and atmospheric, but in reality, they could be filled with one poke of a finger.

This was carefully selected by Boss Chang; the actual capacity was even a bit less than a "two-qian cup." Using this to pour liquor, one pot could go around the table with some left over.

It could be said that he had exercised his craftiness to the extreme.

But he was shrewd, and the customers weren't stupid. Those who drank often saw at a glance that something was wrong:

"Boss Chang, why are you getting stingier as your business grows? A tasting event is a tasting event; with such a small sip, it's gone after a lick. What are we tasting and what are we judging?"

Boss Chang had no choice but to come over with a smile: "Please taste it first; once you taste it, you'll know why I can't be generous."

The guest was already moved; the liquor fragrance permeated the air, and they knew whether it was good or bad just by smelling it. Not only did it have the rich aroma of grain liquor, but the taste was also exceptionally mellow. Although the alcohol content was written on the bottle, it was quite standard.

But why did they feel tipsy just from smelling it?

Just one sip—

Hiss!

This liquor!

This liquor is extraordinary!

Everyone in the venue who was tasting the liquor stopped talking.

Tao Huahua was still hesitating with her cup; she didn't usually drink, but now this cup of liquor was right in front of her, and the amount looked very small...

Just as she was hesitating, the waiter next to her walked over considerately: "Are you not a regular drinker, guest?"

While speaking, she had already taken out an empty liquor bottle: "The boss gave instructions: customers who don't drink should not force themselves, as this liquor is easy to get drunk on. But you can take it home to taste slowly."

She looked at Tao Huahua: "Do you want to take it?"

Tao Huahua blushed a little.

Because that small liquor cup really held very little liquor, just a small sip's worth. If she had to take the liquor bottle home, she was afraid she'd be laughed to death.

But just as she was about to refuse, she saw everyone at the table staring covetously, and even Wu Bai-nian leaned over: "Why don't you not take it? It's just this small sip; I'll drink it for you."

Tao Huahua said without hesitation: "I'll take it!"

Seriously, why did she suddenly lose trust in Qiaoqiao? Something carefully produced by their family, an item with no market price, could it not be worth taking back?

Never mind a small cup; even if there was only a dropper left, she would have to suck it up!

The moment the liquor cup was poured back into the pot, everyone at the table sighed.

And on the other side, Boss Chang was being pestered by customers:

"Look at you, Old Chang. Your liquor is not bad, but it has no fame!"

"Like those big brands of liquor, they don't need any tasting; they sell as soon as they hit the market."

"For a niche brand like yours, listen to me: you should lay out the goods on a large scale first! Let the market recognize its quality—how about this, lay out all your stock for me first. Can't you trust me? I have several chain malls under my management."

Boss Chang thought to himself, I do know you have several chain malls. But whether this liquor is laid out in your stomach or in the malls, I don't know.

But before he could say it, someone next to him couldn't hold back either: "Old Wu, you're not being authentic. Boss Chang said it himself: this liquor is good stuff! Limited edition! And you still insist on belittling him."

He paused while speaking, remembering the tone his little lover usually used, so he learned it on the spot and adopted it: "Unlike me, I knew its quality as soon as I drank it. Boss Chang, just tell me, how is the liquor sold? If I can bag it, I'll bag it all; it's also a way to support you."

Boss Chang:...

So, was he on stage just now, and absolutely no one was listening to him?

He had no choice but to emphasize again: "Thank you for your kindness, but the production of my liquor is really insufficient. Just like the two of you said, it's quite niche, and I can't even find substitutes."

"Our tasting event today mainly promotes the store's membership card. Card-holding customers can receive different amounts of liquor each month depending on their level, as well as a certain quota for purchase..."

Saying this, he truly wiped away a tear of bitterness.

Doing it this way, he seemed like a black-hearted boss who was good at hunger marketing and only cared about money.

But who would have thought that everything he said was the truth! The production was really insufficient. Not enough to eat, not enough to drink...

Boss Chang was sobbing inside, but remembering Song Tan's promises for the future, he still cheered himself up at this moment:

"So, you two don't worry about buying liquor; let's calm down first and taste it slowly."

As soon as this was said, not only the two bosses in front of him, but people all around gathered around.

Everyone held up their small liquor cups to show him: "With a cup this big, what do you want us to taste?"

Heaven and earth are my witness! Each table was prepared with four liang of liquor!

He had no choice but to urge the waiters: "Serve more, serve more..."

While speaking, there was already a faint noise of commotion—a few customers couldn't handle the liquor and had already fallen over after just that one small cup.

Boss Chang:... You fell over before even getting a card; how inappropriate is this!

Fortunately, this liquor was carefully diluted by them, unlike the raw liquor before that would make you fall for a whole day after drinking two liang. Therefore, Boss Chang was well-prepared:

"Quick, tell the waiters to bring the iced watermelon juice prepared in the kitchen to moisten the throats of the drunk customers..."

After drinking the cold, refreshing, and fragrant watermelon juice, people would definitely wake up—it was really only a little over one qian of liquor, not enough alcohol to stimulate them that much.

But as soon as this was said, many bosses actually put down their liquor cups and held their heads: "Ouch! I think I'm a bit drunk too..."

Boss Chang:...

It was clearly his own stuff that was good, and he should be happy to see this scene, but for some reason, the phrase that came to mind at this moment was—

Pressing down the gourd, the ladle pops up.

Boss Chang couldn't care about the elegance of the tasting event anymore—all in all, this definitely wasn't his problem; it was that the customers were too unrestrained!

Before everyone started making a scene, he hurried back on stage—no matter what, he had to push the membership cards out to divert everyone's attention!

There really was nothing left to sell tonight.