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Chapter 10 Luwak White Tea

In fact, [Speak out your sad things and make me happy], this is the thought that many people will have in their hearts.

But after hearing other people's tragic experience, even if it is pretending, you have to pretend to feel empathy, right?

No matter how bad it is, it's okay to give the most basic sympathy.

Even if it's only time for an afterthought.

Fei Yiban was fine, without pausing for a second, he stood up directly and clapped his hands in applause.

This time, Yi Ming, who was able to keep the answers fluently amidst the crying of the village chief, didn't know how to continue the conversation.

She can't always say: [This story is quite good.It is an honor for our Yijia Village to be able to smile at Mr. Bofei. 】

She, in fact, is not impossible.

According to Yi Mingtian's temperament that she might not respond even if it collapsed, she can still do it with the same flat tone as before so that people who hear this sentence will not feel that there is anything insincere.

But if she really said that, the village chief would cry for days and nights.

This is her first day back to Yijia Village, and she hopes that she can live as peacefully as possible in the days to come.

To Yi Ming's surprise, the director of the village committee, who had just collapsed and wailed, took the call himself.

"Yes, yes, yes, what Mr. Fei said is true." Yi Cunzhang had a vicissitudes of life smile on his weathered face.

If it weren't for the fact that Fei Yiban is the decision maker, he might even have the heart to directly beat Fei Yiban out.

However, even if he relies on the old to sell the old, he has no such qualifications.

Yijia Village has been delayed for 15 years, and if this delay continues, it will become an uninhabited village.

Fei Yiban, who is "as careful as a hair", naturally did not notice the conflict between Yi Ming and Yi Cunzhang at all.

He continued to retain the fullness of emotion after hearing the story of Yijia Village.

"Do you usually drink coffee?" Fei Yiban was so excited that he had nothing to say, and by the way, he set up the person of the decision maker and abandoned it in an unknown country.

Yi Cunzhang wiped away the last trace of tears on his face and shook his head.

Fei Yiban shifted his gaze to Yi Ming's face.

"Mr. Fei, the people in our Yijia Village are more used to drinking tea." Yi Ming tried to keep the politeness of answering questions as much as possible.

"Then do you know which coffee is the most expensive?" Fei Yiban asked Yi Cunzhang again.

Yi Cunzhang still shook his head.

"Do you know what coffee I like to drink most?" Fei Yiban asked Yi Ming with excited eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Fei." Yi Ming felt that if he didn't answer the phone, he might offend the other party, so he continued to ask: "Mr. Fei, what is your favorite coffee? If there is a chance, next time you come, we will prepare it for you. "

"Then you can't prepare, the Luwak coffee I drink is all from charity auctions." Fei Yiban said.

"Cat poop coffee?" Yi Ming asked.

"You know about Luwak coffee!" Fei Yiban's excitement level escalated again, "Then you should know why I said your story is so good, right?"

Yi Ming didn't think that there was a specific connection between the expensive coffee that Fei Yiban drank and how miserable the tea farmers in Yijia Village were.

So I was a little surprised by Fei Yiban's brain circuit.

But she didn't show it, and replied lightly: "I've only heard of this kind of coffee, Mr. Fei."

"What have you heard?" Fei Yiban continued to guide.

"Luwak coffee, also known as cat poop coffee, is a civet cat that eats coffee beans and excretes them, and then collects the coffee beans from the excrement." Yi Ming said that he felt a little sick.

"What else?" Fei Yiban showed a persuasive attitude.

Yi Ming responded with a smile: "I've only heard so much, Mr. Fei."

Fei Yiban finally began to feel that all his enthusiasm had been poured into the sponge. After thinking about it, he changed his phrase: "Just now I heard you tell the story of the white tea in Yijia Village. Do you want to hear me tell it? story?"

The answer is of course no, but it’s not easy to say directly.

Yi Ming answered very gracefully: "Mr. Fei, please tell me."

"Since you want to hear it, let me tell you the story of the most expensive Luwak coffee in the world." Fei Yiban is very confident in his story, "After listening to it, you will definitely be deeply inspired. "

Yi Cunzhang wanted to refuse, but which village chief who wanted to invest dared to refuse the decision-maker, a little storytelling hobby?

"Wash, listen carefully." Yi Cunzhang racked his brains and came up with an idiom.

The story begins here.

"Luwak coffee is produced in Indonesia." Fei Yiban looked at Yi Ming, "You should know that Indonesia is one of the main coffee producing areas, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Fei." Yi Ming agreed with a smile: "Please continue."

This way of listening to stories, which is ready to answer at any time, is much more difficult than listening to the teacher in school.

"Although it is the main producing area, Indonesia's coffee has been monopolized by the Western invaders for a long time." Speaking of this, Fei Yiban emphasized, "This has led to the continuous production of coffee farmers. Not even a single coffee bean."

Fei Yiban looked at Yi Ming and Yi Cunzhang expectantly, hoping to find an expression of enlightenment on their faces.

It's a pity that the existence of [Looking Forward] is usually for the purpose of attracting [Luokong].

Otherwise, [Expectation Frustrated] cannot become a mature, rigorous and steady word.

Did not get enough response, the story master had no choice but to continue to guide: "Do you feel that the story of Luwak coffee is here, and the tea farmers in Yijia Village are squeezed out, and they are obviously rich in good tea, but they can't drink tea at all. Wonderful?"

【Same tune but same effect】Is this idiom used in this way?

Yi Ming wondered why Oxford University failed to teach students well, and said in his mouth: "Mr. Fei, your eyes are like torches!"

"Where is it?" Fei Yiban was very humble, and then reminded: "Then you have to listen to the next story."

"Okay, Mr. Fei." When Yi Ming was in school, he must have been the teacher's favorite and most interactive student.

The story continues here.

I haven't had a drop of the coffee I've worked so hard to drink.

In desperation, Indonesian coffee farmers can only collect the coffee beans that no invaders would look up to and excreted after being eaten by civet cats, wash them clean, and brew coffee for themselves to drink.

After the coffee beans are fermented in the civet cat, most of the original bitterness dissipates, and the flavor is even more mellow than coffee made by any other method.

In addition, because of the special fermentation method, the coffee powder ground from Luwak coffee beans, unlike other coffee powders, can only be brewed once.

Luwak coffee is a bit like tea, it can be brewed three times, and each time has its own unique flavor.

In this way, unintentionally inserting willows and willows into shades.

A tragic history of crushing made Luwak, the most expensive cat poop coffee in the world.

After finishing speaking, Fei Yiban asked twice excitedly: "Is it exactly the same? Is it exactly the same?"

Yi Cunzhang showed his dirty teeth and smiled very forcedly at Fei Yiban.

Yi Ming also smiled and didn't know how to respond.

Fei Yiban absorbed enormous energy from the smiles of the two: "Now you know why I said the white tea in your village is a good story, right?"

What is missing in Yijia Village is a story?
If storytelling is useful, Yi Cunzhang can make himself into One Thousand and One Nights.

wrong.

Counting from the day the contract was signed, and one talk a day, he should have already talked 5000 two hundred and twenty-two nights.

Yi Cunzhang sighed.

Yi Cunzhang looked not very interested, and seeing Fei Yiban immediately lost his temper: "Let me tell you, the village chief, it's not me bragging with you, I don't understand the lock factory..."

Having said that, Yi Cunzhang suddenly raised his head and stared at Fei Yiban with wide eyes.

Realizing that he had slipped his tongue, Fei Yiban hurriedly made amends: "I'm not interested in locking the factory..."

The reason for making up for it temporarily, almost told his truth again.

Now, Yi Ming also cast a probing look at him.

"That..." Fei Yiban continued, "I mean, the lock factory is definitely not interested in investing in building a new factory here, and, even if the lock factory really wants to build it, you have to stop it."

Yi Cunzhang opened his mouth with a look of shock and doubt, but was speechless.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fei Yiban gave himself great affirmation, and said again, "It must be stopped."

"Why?" Yi Cunzhang really didn't understand, so he started to ask shamelessly.

The main reason is that there is not much time left for Yijia Village.

"In your Yijia Village, your ancestors have grown tea for generations. Do you know what is the most important thing about growing tea?" Fei Yiban asked.

This is the question of Dao Yi Cun Zhang Hui.

He began to answer seriously: "First of all, the tea tree itself must be better. We have ancient trees here, and then there are geographical location and climatic conditions..."

"These are not the most important." Fei Yiban took up the conversation before Yi Cunzhang finished speaking.

Yi Ming couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Fei really knows more about tea than our village head."

Although Yi Ming's face looks sincere.

However, anyone with a little discernment will seriously think about the deep meaning of this sentence.

Fei Yiban has an agreement with [Mr. Eyesight] not to communicate with each other until death.

"I don't dare to take it, I'm just from a marketing point of view. If you want to sell expensive tea and coffee, you must first be organic, right?" Fei Yiban continued, "If you build a factory here, it doesn't matter. Whether it is a cement factory or a locked factory, there will definitely be pollution.”

"Mr. Fei, is this what you're talking about?" Yi Cunzhang finally came to his senses, and hurriedly took out the "cheat sheet" he had given to Yi Ming before, and read it again.

Yi Cunzhang thought that the decision-maker must use this to test his understanding of the lock factory, and reported to Fei Yiban as if answering a question:
"I've learned about it, Mr. Fei. We used to talk about building a cement factory, which really cheated us. However, your lock factory, after sewage treatment, is...all of them can raise fish, even people. You can drink it all."

"Is there such a high level of environmental protection?" Fei Yiban didn't even know that the lock factory at home had been upgraded to this level.

"That's not true." Yi Cunzhang said seriously, "Otherwise, I would tell Mingwazi that you are the last hope of our village. You must help us, Mr. Fei."

Answering the key question of the decision maker correctly, Yi Cunzhang started to play the emotional card.

"No, village chief, even if fish can be raised after treatment, it doesn't mean there is no pollution. You have better choices." Fei Yiban finally found out that Yi Cunzhang and him were not on the same channel.

"Where is there a better choice? Mr. Fei." Yi Cunzhang's eyes seemed to be red again.

Fei Yiban hurriedly comforted him: "I go to charity auctions of tea and coffee at least ten times a year. A kilogram starts at [-] pounds. As for your tea, you just need to take it back and build a tea factory to pack it. The silver needle-level auction price will definitely not be cheaper than Luwak coffee."

Fei Dache Shen is not interested in lock factories, but is still very confident in his noble tongue.

The white tea in Yijia Village, the lowest level of tea can have the sweetness of the present, but if it is replaced with silver needle level, even without the blessing of the village chief's unique skills in boiling water, the sweetness will still be very powerful.

Thinking of this, Fei Yiban became excited.

Unexpectedly, neither Yi Ming nor Yi Cunzhang answered his words.

"Listen to me, sort out the story of Yijia Village, and call it Luwak White Tea. I am familiar with these people who hold charity auctions, and there must be no problem in arranging one."

Xu was afraid that they would not believe it, so Fei Yiban directly took out some photos of himself participating in the charity auction.

"As long as the person who photographed it for the first time has a high enough recognition of Luwak white tea, there will definitely not be only one time." Fei Yiban continued to be excited on his own: "After several auctions, the popularity will increase. Isn’t it ten thousand times more suitable than building a lock factory?”

"Mingwazi, I'm guilty, Mingwazi!" The village chief started howling again.

"This is the third time you have yelled today, village chief." Yi Ming answered.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Fei Yiban also joined the ranks of persuasion: "The village chief doesn't think I'm a liar, does he?"

Fei Yiban explained: "Normal sales in the future will definitely not be the price of a charity auction, but once the brand is launched, it will definitely sell much better than ordinary tea."

"Mr. Fei, I'm guilty, Mr. Fei!" Yi Cunzhang changed the object of howling, followed by another burst of tears.

"Isn't this solving the problem?" Faced with Yi Cunzhang's crying, Fei Yiban was much calmer than last time.

"You said take it back and build a tea factory and then pack it, Mr. Fei."

Yi Cunzhang started beating himself again and howling:

"We can't get the tea back, Mr. Fei."

"We don't have the money to build a factory, Mr. Fei."

"No one knows how to pack, Mr. Fei."

Unexpectedly, the village chief’s grandfather was heartbroken again. The hard-shelled and soft-hearted Fei Yiban quickly came to answer three times: "Tea, I will help you get it back. I will invest in the factory and build it. I can design the packaging, village chief."

"You, you, what are you talking about, Mr. Fei?" Yi Cunzhang shook his hands and stammered, "You, you help me, what do we take, take, take back?"

(End of this chapter)