"You're thinking too much."

Seeing Lao Ao's appearance, Wang Li also saw that this guy was a little persecuted and paranoid.

So Wang Li said: "I can still covet you what you want to order when you are like this. I just want to help you, and I don't want to never drink your beer in the future."

Wang Li's truth.

Old Ao is so pitiful. If he doesn't help but take advantage of the situation, it's really not something that people do.

As the special commissioner of the Heavenly Court to the World, Wang Li’s duty is to re-employed all laid-off and unemployed gods.

This is basically equivalent to a poverty alleviation project. It is Wang Li's responsibility to help the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and the elderly have a support. It is Wang Li's responsibility to have a support for the young. Lao Ao is naturally among the gods, and helping him get rid of poverty and become rich is also Wang Li's job.

Besides, Donghai Special King Li also knows what's going on. The key is not the factory but the Dragon Ball. If Lao Ao sells the factory, he will definitely only sell hardware facilities. Dragon Ball will not be sold, so even if he buys his winery, it doesn't make much sense, and he still can't keep his wine.

Wang Li really didn't want Donghai Special Brewing to disappear from the Three Realms, which even people in the Heavenly Court praised.

This is the authentic intangible cultural heritage of the Three Realms.

"Really?" Lao Ao still a little disbelief.

Wang Li simply said: "So, if you sell the factory to me, you can't save your son, and I can't make Donghai Special Brewing. We have no benefit. If I invest and continue to produce, we can all make money."

When you really want to do things, don’t put yourself in a selfless position. It’s too vain. It’s better to say that you are for your own benefit and make people believe it.

“Um…”

Wang Li said everything to this, and Lao Ao became 80% convinced.

Then he said, "Even if production is expanded, can you really make money?"

Obviously, Lao Ao already believed that Wang Li wanted to invest, but he didn't believe that Wang Li could make money after investing.

"Don't worry about this!"

Wang Li patted his chest and said, "We produce and sell it ourselves."

"How much can you drink alone?" Old Ao looked suspicious.

"hehe!"

Wang Li smiled slightly and said, "Let me say so, if we can go to two production lines, my store will conservatively estimate that one-third of the production."

Now Wang Li's turnover in one night is 110,000 yuan, of which nearly half of the alcohol consumes, and the consumption is still quite large, one-third of which is conservatively estimated. When Lao Mao's branch opens, the consumption can be increased a little.

"one third……"

Lao Ao was startled: "You can digest one-third of it yourself? Is it true or false?"

As he said that, Lao Ao glanced at Mr. Yu.

In his eyes, it is obvious that the foolish uncle is more worthy of trust.

Although the two production lines are not a big investment, the output will not be too low. Even if you digest one-third of the output every day, Lao Ao can still make more than 10,000 yuan in net profit... If you really have such a large revenue, putting aside the 8,000 yuan per day, there is still a surplus.

Wang Li's promise made Lao Ao quite moved, but he just couldn't believe it.

He has been opening a factory here for several years. Due to insufficient funds, he still has to treat his son. The factory is getting tighter and tighter, and his sales have not increased much. The daily output of hundreds of kilograms is what Lao Mai helped sell when he sees his former colleagues.

Now suddenly someone says that he can make his wine sell well, and it is reasonable for Lao Ao to have some doubts.

"real."

Uncle Yu patted Lao Ao's shoulder and said, "Did you see the barbecue courtyard opposite? That was opened by Director Wang, and it is full every day..."

"It's just a barbecue restaurant." Lao Ao said: "Can you attract so many customers?"

"Do you know who is the barbecue?" Wang Li asked.

"who?"

"A green lion, white elephant, big roc elephant."

"Ah! The three great protectors?" Old Ao was obviously stunned when he heard these three names.

"Do you know who the fire burns?"

"have no idea……"

Lao Ao continued to shake his head.

"The Tenth Prince of Jin Crow!"

"Gudu..."

Lao Ao swallowed and his body trembled slightly.

Wang Li once again took out a speech to fool the star official of the Pleiades: "The person guarding the door is Kui Mulang, the lady Yingbin is Erlang Shen, and Sun Wukong is unemployed..."

"Plop!"

Lao Ao knelt down directly: "Mr., I believe you!"

"Call the director!" Wang Li corrected: "Since we are here, we are a family, my father is your father, your son... or your son. As long as we have a bite of food, we will not let a god go hungry, nor will your son die easily. If you meet Lao Jun, I will personally ask him for a Nine-Turn Golden Pill."

"Director Wang! I... wuwu..."

After Wang Li's words, Lao Ao was moved to tears, and he felt grateful to Wang Li.

Just ten minutes ago, Lao Ao was a poor person who was forced to go to a dead end because of life, and is now easily revitalized by Wang Li.

Especially Wang Li's last words gave Lao Ao a hope of survival again.

Yes, only when you live can your son live, and only when your son survives will he have the chance to get the Nine-Turn Golden Pill against the Heaven and Change His destiny.

"Okay, OK."

Wang Li pulled Lao Ao up and said, "If the family doesn't speak two families, the one you should thank the most is Mr. Yu."

Wang Li is just a planner, and the specific funds injected are all hard-earned money from Yu Lao, otherwise Wang Li would have done two million to install the production line for Lao Ao.

"Brother Yu, Ao is grateful for your great kindness." Ao Guangna bowed.

Uncle Yu reached out and helped Ao Guang up and said, "It's not worth mentioning. You have to do it well in the future."

"kindness!"

Ao Guang nodded vigorously.

Wang Li said: "Tell me the bank card number and I will transfer the money to you."

"Don't you need to sign a contract?" Lao Ao asked.

Wang Li smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you sign or not. Sun Wukong has nothing to do now. I plan to ask him to ask me to ask for the account. Mr. Ao, you won't be able to rely on the account, right?"

"No, absolutely not! Our surname is Ao, there is no such person!!" Old Ao replied very firmly.

...

Wang Li card has 2.6 million yuan in project payment.

With the permission of Mr. Yu, he transferred 2.5 million to Lao Ao.

Two million is used to go to the production line equipment, and five hundred thousand is used to extend Ao Bing's life.

Wang Li directly led the immortal class for the remaining tens of thousands.

As for the profit sharing of the brewery, Wang Li and Lao Ao finally decided to share the profits of three or three, and Wang Li, Uncle Yu, and Lao Ao each took one third.

“I don’t lack money…”

Uncle Yu waved his hand and said, "It's okay if you two are separated by one third of these."

"Really?" Old Ao looked surprised.

"No!" Wang Li said firmly: "Brothers have to settle the score clearly, so you have to do what you should do."

Business and human relationships are different things, and principles must be followed.

If anyone is pitiful, he has to pay more, and if anyone is not short of money, he has to pay less.

You can get the profit and help Lao Ao, but you can't take it out of it, otherwise you won't be confused if you do this in the future.

After completing the profit distribution, you will be able to draw a contract and stamp it tomorrow.

Lao Ao's depressed mood swept away, and he ran to the tower crane again and climbed up the ladder.

"Hey? Are you going to dance?" Wang Li was startled.

"Don't jump anymore, don't jump anymore." Lao Ao said: "My bag and clothes are still on it. I'll get it, it's not cheap."

Wang Li: “…”
Chapter completed!