mtlumby2d Chapter 1010: Brewing the Doctrine of the Mean into Wine
Chapter 1010: Brewing the Doctrine of the Mean into Wine
Zhou Qi held his father's arm and said, "There are two things to pay attention to about this bottle: the shape should be based on the traditional concept of the earth being round and the sky being square, and the color should have a deep sea blue texture."
He fished out a blue glass paperweight: "It's even more transparent than this. When you hold it up to the light, it looks like there's a sea hidden inside."
"The blue material has to be prepared on the spot, so the yield rate may not be high."
Zhou Mingfa gestured at the window glass: "But you are right, we are targeting those who are willing to spend money."
He suddenly remembered something: "Have you decided on the slogan?"
"I'm thinking about 'The world is vast, and wine can contain a hundred flavors'. What do you think?"
Before Zhou Qi finished speaking, the old man had already taken out a pen and started writing in the medical record.
Amid the rustling sound of the pen tip sliding across the paper, the heartbeat curve on the monitor suddenly jumped up - Zhou Mingfa stared at the double-layer anti-counterfeit bottle cap he designed, and even his breathing became rapid.
When the nurse pushed the door open, she saw the old man holding up the infusion bottle as if it were a wine bottle:
"The bottle body is light blue for 38 degrees, and the bottle cap is sapphire blue for 52 degrees! Just this gradient color alone will make those old drunkards crave it!"
Zhou Qi flicked the lid of the glass bottle with his fingers, and the metal and glass collided with each other, making a crisp sound: "The secret is all in this lid."
Zhou Mingfa held the design and looked at it from left to right: "Isn't this just an ordinary bottle cap?"
"Please look carefully."
Zhou Qi took out a pen and circled the inner structure on the drawing: "The bottle cap is a circle larger than the normal one, and there is a miniature wine bag hidden inside..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly snatched the blueprint and said, "Are you saying that the lid can also hold wine?"
"Exactly!"
Zhou Qi's eyes lit up. "The bottle is 38% alcohol and the cap contains 52% alcohol. People with low alcohol tolerance can drink the low-alcohol bottle alone, while experienced drinkers can drink the strong liquor in the cap. If you want to compromise..."
He made a pouring gesture: "The two blended together will give you a 42-degree aroma."
Zhou Mingfa's hand that was stroking his stubble suddenly stopped: "Good boy! How did you come up with the method of drinking three times with one wine?"
"What do you think of this ad?"
Zhou Qi quickly wrote eight words on the medical record.
The old man narrowed his eyes and muttered: "You can drink the nectar on the upper part and taste the jade dew on the lower part, only then can you show your calmness and tolerance... wonderful!"
Suddenly he slapped his thigh and asked: "How do we solve the sealing problem?"
"I've prepared it!"
Zhou Qi unscrewed the sample cover he brought with him, revealing the embedded silicone plug: "Double-layer protection, it won't leak even when inverted. We'll start trial production when you're discharged from the hospital. I've already contacted the provincial TV station for the advertisement."
"Go to the factory now!"
The old man threw back the quilt and was about to get out of bed, and the infusion stand was shaking loudly.
When the nurse poked her head in and scolded him, he was still muttering, "Why didn't I see that you were a business genius?"
Zhou Qi smiled and helped the old man lie down, then took out the crumpled drawing from his pocket.
The sunlight shone through the ward window onto the word "accommodation", making Zhou Mingfa's eyes ache - this bastard actually brewed the doctrine of the mean into the wine.
"It seems that you don't pay much attention to me. If you care more about me, I will definitely be in much better condition than I am now."
The uncle and nephew laughed at each other. Zhou Mingfa pulled at his hospital gown and tried to get out of bed: "This outfit is so uncomfortable. I want to go back to work in the factory now."
Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from the door: "What are the Zhou family's father and mother laughing about?"
Zhu Haibing, the director of the glass factory, walked into the ward carrying a fruit basket. His navy blue suit made him look even more haggard.
Zhou Qi stared at the other person's newly grown white hair and cursed in his heart: This old fox really knows how to pick the right time.
"I've been really busy at the factory lately, so I only got around to seeing you today."
Zhu Haibing stretched out his hand as he spoke, and Zhou Mingfa quickly stood up and shook hands with him.
Zhou Qi looked at the other person's sunken cheek coldly, and recalled the rumor that the Zhu family's only son had died accidentally half a month ago. His fingers unconsciously clenched the bed sheets.
While everyone was chatting and talking, Zhou Qi quickly stuffed the design sketch from under his father's pillow into the quilt.
These innovative technologies cannot be made public now and have to wait for patent applications to be approved before they can be made public.
"This is my eldest son Zhu Xiang. He just got transferred back from the Shenzhen branch."
Zhu Haibing stepped aside to make way for the young man behind him. The man's features and eyebrows were strikingly similar to his father's.
Zhu Xiang stepped forward and shook Zhou Mingfa's hand: "I've heard for a long time that Uncle Zhou is a technical expert in the factory. Today I finally meet him in person."
Zhou Qi stared at the two clasped hands and frowned - the veins on the back of his second uncle's hand, which had just recovered from a serious illness, were bulging, while Zhu Xiang's knuckles were blue and white due to the force.
There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the ward, but Zhu Haibing was still watching with a warm smile on his face.
"My second uncle has just recovered and needs to rest."
Zhou Qi suddenly interrupted and the two pairs of hands separated.
Glancing at the fingerprints left on his second uncle's palm, he turned around to meet Zhu Haibing's gaze, which did not yet show a smile, and clenched his back teeth.
"This is Uncle Zhou's eldest nephew, Zhou Qi."
Zhu Haibing raised his chin towards me and said, "On the night when Liangzi got into trouble, it was him and Liangzi who were at the drinking table."
Zhu Xiang secretly clenched his back teeth. The old man's words clearly meant to throw all the dirty water on Zhou Qi.
Sure enough, he immediately added: "When the accident happened, they were drinking for the third round."
"Long admire!"
I deliberately raised my voice and held out my hand: "My brother, that bastard, has caused you a lot of trouble, right? I want to apologize on his behalf."
His right hand was suspended in the air, with engine oil still stained between his fingernails from racing in the early morning.
Zhou Qi leaned against the carved armrest without moving, humming a long note through his nostrils.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the side of his face, making the mechanical watch on his wrist reflect glaringly.
"Why, Young Master Sheng doesn't even know how to shake hands?"
Zhu Xiang leaned forward, his military boots leaving dents on the Persian carpet.
He then stretched out his hand lazily, his bony fingers looking like someone who had been playing the piano for years.
The moment our palms touched, I became ruthless.
This grandson looks skinny, but I didn't expect the muscles on his palms to be so hard that they hurt my hands.
I caught a glimpse of the bulging brachioradialis muscles under the cuffs of his suit, and suddenly remembered that the Intelligence Department had mentioned that this guy had a private gym of more than 500 square meters and could deadlift over 500 kilograms.
"hiss!"
There was a slight cracking sound from the joints, and Zhu Xiang's temples were throbbing.
Zhou Qi suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth, and at that moment when the veins on his wrist bulged, Zhu Xiang seemed to hear his finger bones groaning.
"Although he is thin, his bones are full of tendon meat."
He suddenly released his strength, and I took the opportunity to pull back my numb right hand, leaving four white marks on the base of my palm.
Everyone in the room laughed dryly, and the crystal chandelier swayed.
Uncle Zhou Qi coughed at the right time and said, "I'm really sorry that my nephew was delayed in paying his respects because of my hospitalization."
The old fox clutched the sandalwood bracelet and pretended to be heartbroken, but there was a gleam of light in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Zhu Haibing's family is really ridiculous and greedy for money.
We have an old rule here that people who die before the age of 40 are considered "short-lived ghosts". Such funerals are usually quietly cremated and buried, but they gave their son Zhu Shiliang a grand funeral.
Not only did they set up hundreds of tables for the buffet, but they also made tens of thousands of dollars just from collecting membership fees.
The worst thing is that those who came to pay their respects were basically glass factory workers. These people hadn’t received their salary for almost a year, and they had to borrow money to make the contribution.
Although everyone came to burn incense, everyone privately scolded this family for their ugly eating habits.