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Chapter 867 - Chapter 867 Chapter 867 Trial Pack (2nd Update)

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Trial Pack (2nd Update) Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Trial Pack (2nd Update) Liu Qiangsheng’s demands were not high, but to his surprise, the two men exchanged glances and remained silent.

After a long while, it was Wang Yonggang, with his face swollen high, who spoke up. “Master Liu, this is Zhengyang. You can just go back to the capital. We still need to live here… We’re not tired of living yet.”

Liu Qiangsheng laughed angrily, “So my two hundred thousand just went down the drain? Do you think I’m particularly easy to talk to?”

Wang Yonggang was about to speak when Liu Jianbo pulled him back and spoke seriously, “Master Liu, you are a big shot and certainly have the demeanor of one. I hope you can understand the difficulties we small folks face…”

The corner of Liu Qiangsheng’s mouth twitched, wishing to say, “Shit, do you think I’m still a baby who can be fobbed off with such talk?”

However, immediately after that, the other party spoke again, “Also, we have a suggestion. Master Liu, you should hurry back to the capital. This is no place for a prolonged stay. You are too precious… This is just a friendly reminder and also serves as an apology for not being able to handle the money properly.”

Liu Qiangsheng’s cold smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and after pondering for a while, he finally spoke, “Are you joking?”

Liu Jianbo rolled his eyes, sighed, and walked away, “Well, I’ve said what I had to say, whether you believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

“Wait a moment, Lao Liu,” Liu Qiangsheng grabbed him, “Can you give me a hint about what kind of people they are?”

Liu Jianbo turned around, thought for a moment, and then responded gravely, “We really did take two hundred thousand and asked for help from the underworld, but someone ruined the operation, and even the gang leader had to pay… I can’t say more than that.”

Liu Qiangsheng was stunned, and by the time he came to his senses, the two men had already walked far away.

He was still a bit unwilling to let it go and wanted to press further, but considering that he had already alarmed his father-in-law and had promised to return to the capital, and since he couldn’t seek retribution through underworld figures, he had no choice but to relent for the moment.

The most important thing in life is to have a plan. It is immature to change things impulsively just for the sake of a momentary feeling.

He also knew in his heart that the matter behind Shengsheng’s liquor was indeed not simple–Elder Peng would even pass on messages for them.

With great reluctance, Liu Qiangsheng left Zhengyang dejectedly.

However, the matter did not end there. After dealing with the situation, Gao Qiang and Sister Hong still notified Feng Jun–During the operation, it wasn’t appropriate to trouble the master with a small issue, but after resolving it, they couldn’t hide it.

Feng Jun, after hearing this, felt somewhat dissatisfied. They could handle the local hooligans and factory workers in Zhengyang, but they let that privileged second-generation get away?

So he directly called Elder Peng to ask what exactly had happened–Feng Jun felt that Elder Peng was somewhat calculating, but essentially, he was someone who could speak frankly.

Sure enough, Elder Peng explained the cause and effect of the situation very clearly and explicitly guaranteed that such a problem would not happen again.

“Heh,” Feng Jun scoffed, “Tell him to be careful and never give me the chance to catch and deal with him.”

Elder Peng sighed, “Ah, President Feng, why bother? He is young and ignorant, spoiled… We old athletes also have plenty of enemies. If we really sought revenge, where would it end? Just let it go.”

“He is young? He’s much older than I am, it’s just that he has people indulging him, and I, an ordinary citizen’s son, do not,” scoffed Feng Jun coldly, “Enough said… If the capital continues to produce such clueless fools, I won’t be selling liquor there anymore.”

Elder Peng was startled, “Not selling liquor in the capital? Wouldn’t that greatly reduce your sales?”

Feng Jun answered languidly, “You talk as if only you people have money. Don’t people in Magic City have money? Or those in Goat City and Roc City don’t?”

Elder Peng contemplated for a moment before speaking, “That’s not what I mean. It’s just that such luxury goods are in high demand in the capital. After all, this place has the most wealthy and influential old folks who are most afraid of death. If you are determined not to sell… it would be a loss for both parties.”

“Then so be it,” Feng Jun spoke dismissively, “My jade, I now do not even supply it to the capital, won’t even talk about it. If you don’t believe me, Elder Peng, you can go and ask…”

After Elder Peng hung up the phone, he couldn’t help but frown, “Is this… aiming to block the capital? Isn’t that too extreme?”

Feng Jun hung up the phone, and immediately another call came in, also regarding Shengsheng’s liquor.

The caller was Guan Shanyue, and the liquor was selling quite well in Magu Mountain recently.

Among the four liquor-selling Cave Heavens, Maoshan sold the best. In barely over a month, of fifty cases of liquor, more than thirty were sold, proving that Tang Wangsun’s initial claim of selling two hundred cases a year was no bluff.

What shocked Feng Jun was that Magu Mountain’s sales were next in line. Wudang and Taibai Mountain…

Magu Mountain is a tourist attraction, but it doesn’t have many devoted worshippers; most visitors are just tourists with very few genuinely interested in making offerings.

However, these devotees had their names written down in a little notebook, and upon their arrival, they would receive the “Shengsheng Wine Trial Pack.”

Director Guan had put in a lot of effort to manage Magu Mountain, purchasing batches of tiny 20-milliliter glass bottles–similar to those liquid oral calcium bottles that couldn’t be fully emptied without a straw to sip the remnants.

When Danxia encountered those devotees capable of paying, she discreetly handed them a bottle.

This stuff was wine, not allowed to be consumed on Magu Mountain–though Daoist Sects didn’t forbid alcohol, drinking it in the sacred Cave Heaven seemed inappropriate, likely to disturb others’ cultivation.

Thus, the Daoist nuns suggested they take it home to consume, and didn’t forget to mention–this bottle alone is valued at eight hundred.

Honestly, the price wasn’t exaggerated; one bottle of Shengsheng Wine only fills twenty-five small bottles, split the cost of twenty thousand by twenty-five, wouldn’t it be eight hundred?

This trial pack was free. Some wealthier devotees wanted to offer payment–Magu Mountain refused to take advantage of laypeople like that and didn’t accept.

Then, it naturally followed that anyone who got an eight hundred-dollar trial pack for free would at least show some respect and give it a try, right?

Magu Mountain was stingy, offering Shengsheng Wine not the aged Shengsheng Wine for trials, but this stuff was really good–especially since Magu Mountain provided plenty of psychological implication that this was quality merchandise.

So, many who returned wanted to purchase the wine, some bought Shengsheng Wine, and others also picked up a bottle of the supposedly more effective aged wine.

In this day and age, consumers aren’t foolish, especially high-end consumers; they could really appreciate the difference in experience brought by price discrepancies.

Incredible, right? Just through such tactics, Magu Mountain’s sales astonishingly surpassed the famous Wudang.

As for surpassing Maoshan… that was a bit unrealistic, the hottest ticket, sheer popularity was unstoppable.

Upon learning about this, Feng Jun could only offer a rueful smile, remarking, “I finally understand why women’s cosmetics come with trial packs. Director Guan has it tough…”

Director Guan called this time mainly to report her sales and to inquire whether the wine used for the trial packs could be considered under advertising expenses.

Feng Jun didn’t want to encourage this habit, but everyone has a sense of compassion. Magu Mountain was in a poor state, but they were actively improving their environment through hard work, and their sales were indeed remarkable–surpassing even Wudang.

Those who help themselves will also be helped by heaven, Feng Jun felt such spirit should be encouraged, so he stated that there would be no fees for advertising promotions as it wouldn’t become a habit. Still, understanding their circumstances, he was willing to sponsor ten bottles of Shengsheng Wine.

After all, he was educated in business management and knew the importance of rules. He couldn’t abandon his principles just because he appreciated Magu Mountain as it would complicate his management too much, so sponsoring was the only solution.

With that issue resolved, Director Guan timidly raised another question–“Master Feng, when will you visit our sacred place again?”

Guan Shanyue was someone who was shrewd, yet generous, and she’d wanted to ask Feng Jun this question for a while but feared it might irritate him, so she had restrained herself.

But now she couldn’t hold back any longer. Shengsheng Wine was also gaining popularity near Magu Mountain, earning a solid reputation, especially among high-end users who frequently asked if Danxia had other quality products.

Magu Mountain had always been modest in its development, surviving on its scenery without starving but truly lacking in propagating Daoist legacies, so these limited high-end users were highly valued.

If Magu Mountain didn’t have any notable offerings, so be it, but Guan Shanyue knew they indeed possessed sacred Daoist secrets passed down by the patriarchs.

She also knew that these secrets weren’t peaceful–yet if Master Feng could intervene and bring order, wouldn’t it become peaceful?

Feng Jun was slightly tempted; he really had an adventurous spirit, though now it seemed… not quite the time yet.

He briefly responded that he would consider this soon, then hung up the phone.

At that moment, Yang Yuxin walked up with a smiling expression, saying, “The requirements for your land application have passed. The plot right in front of you, four thousand acres… Although there’s some required land replacement, it’ll be completed within a year.”

Feng Jun blinked, “Four thousand acres, how much would that cost?”

In his mind, any decent spot in Zhengyang could fetch more than two million per acre in land transfer payments. Here, in the outskirts, but close to a major river, the price per acre wouldn’t drop below eight hundred thousand.

Four thousand acres would be several billion Huaxia dollars, right?

Even if Director Yang was wealthy, would she drop such a hefty sum just for her own cultivation needs?

Yang Yuxin guessed what he was thinking, so she just smiled slightly and confidently asserted, “Money is not an issue. We can simply develop some residential buildings as long as we ensure there’s enough green space. We’ll not only gain the approval of Zhengyang City but also avoid any financial loss.”

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