Chapter 161 exploded?
"Brother Lin! It's done!"
On the other end of the phone, Qin Lang's voice sounded somewhat tired, but it was filled with undisguised excitement.
"I've already contacted the equipment manufacturer. They'll start construction tonight at 10 PM, once there are fewer people on the street. My construction team worked through the night to measure the dimensions and cut out the panels for the sterile partition room."
"Tonight we'll assemble and apply the glue, plus equipment testing and UV sterilization tests. Tomorrow morning, your semi-automatic filling line will be officially operational!"
"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Lin Fan replied casually.
"There's something else, Brother Lin," Qin Lang said in a low voice.
"The glass jar samples will be delivered this afternoon, and... Lao Zhao already had someone transfer the first batch of 500,000 yuan in advance payment to the account of that shell supply chain company we just registered yesterday this morning."
Qin Lang clicked his tongue twice:
"The Grand Hyatt is pressing us hard, saying that with the current weather, high-end customers have a huge demand for refreshing drinks. They want to buy all the canned plum juice we produce in the first week as a special supply for their hotel's VIP rooms."
"Tell him it's impossible to cover everything."
Lin Fan wiped his hands with a towel while glancing at Su Xiaoxiao, who was busy guiding guests outside the door:
"I can accept the orders from Grand Hyatt, but I can only give them a maximum of 40% of our total production per day. I'll keep the rest for other uses."
"Okay, you're the boss, so you call the shots. I'll go and turn down Old Zhao right now, let him wait in line!" Qin Lang hung up the phone with a smile.
Lin Fan put down his phone and turned to look at the empty space in the corner of the kitchen that had been cleared out and was ready to receive equipment that night.
Everything is ready.
The day Su Qing returns to China is drawing ever closer.
He plans to completely fill every corner of Jiangcheng with "Lin Family Shop" merchandise within the next few days.
From top-tier five-star hotels to vibrant university towns, he wants everyone to be unable to live without this flavor.
……
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The sunlight was partially blocked by the tall buildings across the street, and the heat on Jin Street finally dissipated a bit.
A rather unassuming black minivan pulled up in front of the store. Qin Lang jumped out of the passenger seat, carrying a heavy cardboard box in his arms.
He didn't drive that flashy Ferrari today; I guess he changed to a different car specifically to transport this batch of goods.
"Brother Lin, please take a look at the final prototype that just came off the production line at the factory."
Qin Lang placed the box on the bar counter, cut the tape, and took out a matte black cylindrical tin can.
Lin Fan took it and weighed it in his hand.
It has a generous amount of product. The surface has an extremely fine frosted finish, so it doesn't leave fingerprints when touched.
The jar has no fancy patterns, only the four small seal characters "Lin Family Shop" outlined in dark gold on the lower side, exuding a calm and simple sense of antiquity.
Unscrew the cap to reveal a widened food-grade silicone ring inside, with a special anti-corrosion and anti-acid coating on the inner wall.
"The quality is even better than the first version I brought last time." Lin Fan nodded and tightened the lid again, making it fit perfectly.
"That's right. Old Wang knew that this was also a product that Junyue would need, so he had the technicians adjust the mold overnight."
Qin Lang went to the water dispenser, filled a glass with water, gulped it down, wiped his mouth, and said:
"The equipment will arrive on time at 10 PM tonight. The sterile panels are already on the truck; assembly will be quick and won't delay your business tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll leave the door open tonight." Lin Fan put the tin can back into the box.
10 PM.
Most shops on Phoenix Golden Street have closed, with only a few bars and barbecue stalls still open.
A small van was parked in front of "Lin's Shop". Several workers in uniform quickly carried the boards and machines into the shop.
Qin Lang's construction team was indeed professional. There was no noise of sledgehammers smashing walls; everything was modularly assembled.
The deepest corner of the kitchen was quickly enclosed by an anti-static transparent partition, creating a small, independent space of about four square meters.
It was equipped with ultraviolet germicidal lamps, negative pressure exhaust vents, and a small, but extremely sophisticated, semi-automatic filling and sealing machine.
At 2 a.m., the workers finished cleaning the ground and left the site.
The shop returned to its deathly silence.
Lin Fan walked into the kitchen, pulled down the sliding door of the sterile room, and turned on the ultraviolet germicidal lamp to irradiate for half an hour.
Everything is ready.
He turned around and his thoughts sank into the farm space.
Ten minutes later, two large baskets of century-old dried plums with a strong smoky aroma and more than a dozen jars of Tianshan snow lotus honey were piled on the worktable.
Remove the pot from the heat and bring water to a boil.
When ingredients such as dried plums, hawthorns, and dried tangerine peel are added to the boiling ice spring water, the "spirit-locking" properties of the Purple Gold Soup Bucket are once again fully demonstrated.
Not a trace of sour mist drifted out.
All the moisture evaporates rapidly under high temperature, while the core sweet and sour flavor molecules, as well as the unique smoky aroma of dried plum, are firmly suppressed inside the barrel.
It simmered for a full three hours.
A large bucket of water was eventually boiled down to only a small half-bucket of a dark purple-black, thick, honey-like paste.
After turning off the heat and letting it cool down, Lin Fan added Tianshan snow lotus honey to it.
"Buzz—"
Even through the thick walls of the purple-gold barrel, Lin Fan could feel the wondrous reaction produced when the two ultimate ingredients inside were fused together.
The collision of ice and fire, sour and sweet, makes the texture of this pot of puree resemble flowing amethyst.
Lin Fan put on gloves and a mask and poured the boiled syrup into the feed funnel of the filling machine.
Press the start button.
The machine made a slight "click" sound.
One by one, matte black tin cans slid along the conveyor belt, where robotic arms precisely injected the raw material, then pushed them into the sealing area, vacuumed, and screwed on the caps.
The movements were swift and decisive.
Looking at the black tin cans gradually filling up the finished product area, Lin Fan took off his gloves and rubbed his slightly sore neck.
A total of three hundred jars were brewed.
He picked up a can; it felt slightly cool to the touch.
This doesn't need to be refrigerated. Just store it at room temperature away from light, and even after several months, the flavor will not be lost at all.
Lin Fan looked at the pile of black iron cans with great satisfaction.
……
The next morning at eight o'clock.
As soon as Lin Fan arrived at the store, he saw Su Xiaoxiao standing at the door with dark circles under her eyes, looking like a lost soul.
"Didn't sleep well?" Lin Fan glanced at her, then turned and walked into the store.
"Brother Lin... I didn't sleep a wink last night."
Su Xiaoxiao followed behind, placed her backpack on the cashier's counter, unzipped it, and took out a thick black notebook.
"Brother Lin, that metal box you gave me before... it exploded in the dorm."
Lin Fan paused in pouring water, turned to look at her, and asked, "Did it explode?"