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Chapter 862 - Chapter 862 Chapter 862 The Market Isnt Big

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: The Market Isn’t Big? Chapter 862: Chapter 862: The Market Isn’t Big? Feng Jun made a call, and by the next day, people from various places had hurried to Luohua Manor.

It wasn’t that Luohua had now reached a stage where “its commands were heeded all over the land,” but rather that all the Cave Heavens and blessed lands very much needed to prove the strength of their mysterious powers.

For instance, Maoshan was the first to arrive, being the Daoist lineage that had re-opened the Jintan Huayang Celestial Part and had the excitement of the restored Spiritual Spring. Maoshan had truly flourished over the past half year, and their offerings had greatly increased.

However, Maoshan still desperately needed to acquire some resources, ones that could be classified as metaphysical. This need was even stronger than during their prior decline.

Having been exalted, only the production of more mysterious topics could ensure that Maoshan would continue to thrive and even advance further.

As for the relationship between Maoshan and Luohua being good, the Little Celestial Master had actually entered Luohua in the middle of the night, and Master Feng had not returned all night… These were merely baseless talks–not that they weren’t realistic, but that the deeper truths had nothing to do with these appearances.

Maoshan had a real need to prove itself as “boundlessly responsive.”

Of course, it must be pointed out that these four families rushed here also because of Luohua Manor’s reputation–other claims of “I have good stuff” might not be believed, as there are many unreliable people among the Daoist sects.

But when Feng Jun said he had good things, no one doubted it–not even the cultivators from places like Wangwu or Kunlun, who were not on good terms with Luohua. Mountain Master Feng’s reputation was solid, and his strength was evident.

Why deceive? With Feng Jun’s capabilities, if pressed, he could simply take it by force.

He dared to rob even Kunlun, so what wouldn’t he dare to do? Was there any need to deceive?

In short, due to their trust in Feng Jun’s abilities, these four families, who had past cooperation and just as pressing needs, hurried over.

This time, Feng Jun was certainly going to be a warm host, so he set up two exceedingly luxurious tables at Penglai Grand Hotel.

Why choose this location rather than within the manor? Because the spiritual energy inside the manor was too abundant, which would affect their wine tasting.

Indeed, Feng Jun took out five bottles each of Shengsheng and aged Shengsheng wine, allowing them to taste the flavors embodied in the wines.

Among these four families, apart from Guan Shanyue from Magu Mountain, the other three were quite sensitive to spiritual energy and quickly noticed the subtleties.

Elder Guo and Feng Tianyang immediately made their stance known, “This wine is a fine item, there’s no need to sell it elsewhere; we’ll buy it.”

Elder Guo was not greatly interested in the Foundation Establishment Pill in the old wine, as he already had plenty of Spirit Plants, missing only supplements that contained spiritual energy.

Feng Tianyang had been handling inquiry tea for years and felt the spiritual energy in the wine was no less than in the tea, and with Mount Taibai being affluent, it was just twenty-one thousand a bottle, so he decided to buy a hundred bottles to savor slowly at home.

This time, Tang Wangsun and Tang Wenji came together. After tasting the wine, he asked aloud, “Master Feng, can the Spiritual Spring of my Jintan Huayang brew such wine?”

Despite his low cultivation level, he truly discerned the essence of this Shengsheng wine.

“Impossible,” before Feng Jun could answer, Feng Tianyang from Xuande Cave Heaven replied decisively, “Brewing wine requires a process, and the spiritual energy would dissipate…are you planning to brew wine in a Spirit Gathering Array?”

Tang Wangsun smiled and looked at Feng Jun, “The master’s wine is definitely not brewed in a Spirit Gathering Array.”

Such minor probes had already immunized Feng Jun, “Essentially, that’s the situation. To each of you four families, I’ll give two bottles of wine, one Shengsheng and one aged, as a small token of my appreciation… the rest is up to your own considerations.”

He didn’t insist that these people help him sell wine; he was thinking more about assisting one another within the Daoist lineage. If he really approached it from a businessman’s perspective… asking a few people inside the manor wouldn’t result in poor sales, right?

The parties involved glanced at each other and nodded, “We definitely want it. It’s a good deal; we’ll discuss the shares…”

The next morning, these four families approached Feng Jun, each subscribing to fifty cases, which amounted to six hundred bottles, split equally between Shengsheng and aged wine–in fact. This amounted to over twenty million per family.

The critical point was that these four families had no intention of buying on credit, but made an outright purchase–a matter of respect for the master.

Some people didn’t care about this money, but others did, like Magu Mountain, which must have been tightening their belts.

Of course, with the rebates, they could also have an income of over two million, but they had to last until then.

Guan Shanyue felt quite embarrassed, admitting, “My Magu Mountain is indeed a bit lacking; this was with a million borrowed from Heavenly Master Tang, but I can definitely sell the wine within a year.”

Feng Jun smiled resignedly, “If you don’t have the money, take less; I’m helping you make money… Why add such pressure?”

Guan Shanyue, a woman who dared say anything, straightforwardly stated, “My pressure comes from having no money. Master Feng, could your stuff possibly be subpar?”

Tang Wangsun stroked his chin and nodded slightly, “To be honest, I’m embarrassed to buy more…”

He then proudly claimed, “Actually, my Maoshan can now… handle two hundred cases a year without a problem.”

Two hundred cases amounted to over eighty million, which averaged to nearly ten bottles a day…and this was wine that cost over ten thousand per bottle.

Even in Zhengyang, there weren’t many entertainment venues or dining businesses that could boast this.

Tang Wangsun was indeed confident in his wine because whenever a significant ritual was held, he could use this wine. After the ritual, whatever was leftover could be given to the lay followers for a drink; who would dare to say it wasn’t good wine?

However, Feng Jun still felt a bit resigned: was the mighty Maoshan only capable of producing such a small volume?

He was thinking of selling at least two hundred thousand bottles a year, which equated to one hundred tons– Ye Qingyi had already stockpiled two hundred tons of the base liquor.

Two hundred thousand bottles were just over 700 million yuan, about 600 million a month. It was nowhere near Maotai.

Just then, Elder Peng staggered over, “What good wine? Can I also have a taste?”

Feng Jun didn’t really want to rely on these people to sell wine, even though he knew their selling capabilities might be stronger than the four major Daoist Sects.

But since Elder Peng had asked, he nodded with a smile, “Absolutely, this wine was just brewed recently. Elder Peng must try it.”

Elder Peng blinked and asked tentatively, “Can I bring some to my friends in the capital to try?”

Feng Jun rolled his eyes in resignation, finally understanding why people who always consult their leaders tend to have an easier life.

Even if the leaders don’t like being questioned, the fact that subordinates remember to consult them means there won’t be big problems…

In fact, Elder Peng’s indefatigable questioning sometimes had quite a positive effect.

Three days later, Elder Peng approached Feng Jun, “I have a friend who’s quite interested in your wine… Can he help you sell it?”

Feng Jun nodded decisively, “If it’s just selling the wine, I might consider it… I don’t want any other involvement.”

Now, he just wanted to earn money quietly without any complications.

It so happened that Elder Peng and the others had already spent over a month at the manor, and it was time for them to leave.

Since these people had brought many gifts to the manor, when they were leaving, Feng Jun gifted them ten cases of wine, half Shengsheng and half Shengsheng vintage–how they divided it up was no longer his concern.

Xu Lei’s older brother was straightforward. After asking about the price of the wine, he bought twenty cases of each type, intending to drink it himself.

Just the money from these wines amounted to over ten million yuan, but he had already grown his business significantly, so this sum wasn’t much for him.

After these people returned to the capital, Elder Peng immediately called his friend to ask if he was interested in taking up the wine-selling business.

His friend, two years younger than him and also retired, had a well-off daughter married to a son of a state-owned enterprise leader; her husband owned a company and didn’t lack money.

This friend genuinely thought the wine was good; not only was it tasty, but it significantly improved health–especially the vintage.

So he spoke to his son-in-law, “I’ve got a good source for wine, you could consider doing this business on the side.”

His son-in-law had also tasted the wine and found it excellent, but felt it was a bit pricey–after all, it was just domestic liquor; how could they sell it for the price of top-European red wines?

Of course, to him, the money was not a big deal; he said alright then, send me a hundred cases of each variety.

Getting a hundred cases of each would total 84 million yuan, not a lot of money, but he felt the manufacturer should first stock the inventory.

Even if it wasn’t all 84 million worth of inventory, at least half should be stocked… maybe 40 million as a gesture?

The profit off liquor… haha, he wouldn’t comment on it–anyone could guess how much margin a wine costing tens of thousands per bottle could have.

But then, the other party insisted on full payment before delivery, which he thought was a bit much– it’s not that I don’t have money, but no one does business like this. If I agree to this, I’d be a laughingstock.

So he said, “Let me think about it”–he couldn’t just flat-out refuse his father-in-law.

While he was hesitant, Elder Peng took the matter seriously, constantly keeping up with the situation.

Seeing that he wasn’t responding, Elder Peng simply bypassed him and directly contacted an old classmate of his, whose son was also in business. Their relationship had always been good, though previously Elder Peng didn’t want to put his classmate in a difficult position.

His classmate was impeccable. After trying the wine, he commanded his son to purchase twenty cases of each the next day–if they couldn’t sell it, drinking it themselves was also fine.

Elder Peng then mentioned that he was currently short on funds and considered it a loan from his friend; he would repay him after selling the wine.

Over a million yuan was not a big deal, and the classmate’s son didn’t even bother going to Zhengyang himself. He sent his staff to buy the stuff, indifferent to whether the provider could issue invoices–the benefits of the wine had already been tasted at Elder Peng’s.

After the wine was delivered back, he wasn’t in a hurry to sell it and just stored it in the warehouse; good things weren’t urgent to be sold.

Two days later, a highly ranked leader of a national enterprise from his wife’s birthplace visited. The couple, playing host, took the opportunity to serve two bottles of Shengsheng vintage.

Most leaders of state enterprises undergo “alcohol tests,” and this leader, having never tasted such wine before, inquired about it.

The hosting couple ensured they cultivated good relationships and mentioned it was a health-promoting wine, not available on the market, each bottle costing fifty thousand.