Chapter 175 Internal Special Supply

"Aren't you worried about those big clients and old-fashioned connoisseurs who are hard to please? You send them antiques and paintings worth millions, and they don't even lift a finger to look at them?"

Qin Lang reached out and patted Xu Feng, who was half-squatting on the shoulder, heavily, saying each word slowly and deliberately:

"Take this raw liquor back with you. Make a cup for your elders, and let those truly influential people who have everything they need have a taste."

"I guarantee this stuff is a hundred times more effective than spending tens of millions on PR or giving away limited-edition sports cars and luxury watches!"

"Once your old man has had his fill of drinks, then you can casually mention that this was a special internal supply that you went to great lengths to get from Master Lin."

A shrewd smile played on Qin Lang's lips. "Back then, will your status at home, and your importance in the old man's heart, still be the same as before?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng, Miss Tang, and the others' eyes lit up like light bulbs.

They've calculated this perfectly!

Sports cars and luxury watches can only satisfy one's vanity, but this kind of divine essence that can genuinely improve health and can be flaunted as "hard currency" in top circles is a nuclear weapon that can directly win over elders and clients!

"Brother Lang! You really understand your brother!"

Xu Feng nodded excitedly, and without saying a word, he picked up ten black tin cans and stuffed them into the Hermes handbag he had brought.

"I'll take these ten cans. I've already transferred the money to your card. The extra is on me, brother, I'll treat you to drinks!"

Seeing this, the others also reacted quickly, afraid that they would miss out if they were too slow, and they pushed and shoved to divide up the tin cans on the table.

Seeing these usually arrogant and domineering rich kids now carefully protecting those tin cans as if they had found a treasure, Qin Lang picked up his wine glass and smiled knowingly, concealing his accomplishment.

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The next day, around noon, the Lin family's shop had just finished its morning market business.

Su Xiaoxiao was outside mopping up the footprints on the ground, while Lin Fan was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for tomorrow.

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin!"

Before he was seen, his voice was heard. Qin Lang's signature loud voice came from the doorway.

Lin Fan put down the kitchen knife in his hand, wiped his hands, and walked out.

Qin Lang had a thick brown paper folder tucked under his arm, beads of sweat on his forehead, and his shirt collar was torn open halfway.

As soon as he entered, he went to the water bar to pour himself a glass of water, gulped it down, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's done!" Qin Lang slammed the folder under his arm onto the bar counter, his face full of undisguised pride and excitement.

Lin Fan walked over, looked at the bulging folder, and raised an eyebrow: "What's done? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"What else could it be but the qualifications and permits for our sour plum drink concentrate!"

Qin Lang pulled out a chair and sat down, pushing the folder in front of Lin Fan and untying the thin string on it.

"Look, it's all in there. I pulled some strings and got a few old hands at the food processing plant to handle the procedures overnight. This morning, a friend at the Food and Drug Administration delivered the official documents and certificates to me."

Lin Fan opened the folder. On top of it was a "Food Production and Processing Registration Certificate" stamped with a bright red official seal.

"There's more," Qin Lang said in a low voice, pointing to the piece of paper.

"Our kitchen's sterile partitions and machines have passed inspection and are now legal and compliant, allowing for pre-packaged sales within the city."

"I also asked them to register the same-city cold chain delivery service. In the future, we can accept orders online and ship directly without worrying about anyone checking."

"As for your desire to sell nationwide, once this batch of goods has become a household name locally, I will arrange for the factory to directly use SC's OEM production line for private labeling, and the procedures will be seamlessly connected."

Lin Fan continued flipping through the pages, where there were several thick test reports filled with dense professional data, all stamped with a blue "qualified" mark.

"This is the quality inspection report for the pulp. E. coli, additives, preservatives, heavy metals... The inspectors were dumbfounded after they finished, saying they had never seen such clean concentrated fruit pulp, as clean as pure water." Qin Lang chuckled.

Next, Lin Fan flipped to the bottom few sheets of paper. They were acceptance notices for trademark registration and intellectual property rights applications.

"And this, the most important piece."

Qin Lang pointed to the words on it, "'Lin Family Shop,' 'Jade Plum Juice,' and the names of your signature dishes, even the phrase you mentioned, 'Whether it's worth it or not, only your mouth knows.' I've registered trademark protection for all of them in all categories. I even had the factory submit the application for the design patent of that black frosted tin can overnight."

"Even if someone tries to imitate us or ride our coattails now, I can have the legal department sue them into bankruptcy in no time!"

Lin Fan looked at the documents stamped with various official seals, his fingers tracing the rough edges of the paper.

To be honest, even though he has the system, if he were to actually go through all those tedious procedures in real life, he would probably be overwhelmed.

Although Qin Lang may seem unreliable at times, his efficiency and connections are undeniable when it comes to getting things done.

"Thanks." Lin Fan closed the folder, looked at Qin Lang, and sincerely thanked him, "It saved me a lot of trouble."

"Hey, Brother Lin, you're being too polite with me again."

Qin Lang waved his hand, pulled up a chair and leaned closer, lowering his voice to say, "Now that all the paperwork is done, our black jars can be officially sold publicly throughout the city, and even the country, at any time."

"You have no idea, last night I brought those fifty cans of raw liquor to the Cloud Club, and those rich kids who just returned from abroad went crazy, they almost started fighting in the private room..."

Qin Lang began to gesticulate wildly as he described the scene of Xu Feng and Miss Tang fighting over the tin can last night, his words flowing freely.

Lin Fan leaned against the bar, listening quietly.

"Brother Lin, everything is ready now, and the east wind is blowing."

Qin Lang stopped boasting, his eyes filled with eagerness.

"When will our first batch of canned goods officially go on sale? My buddies were urging me on WeChat this morning, saying they wanted to take some back to their old men to help them recover."

Lin Fan picked up his water glass, took a sip, and looked at the somewhat glaring sunlight outside the roller shutter.

"No rush."

Lin Fan's voice was calm, "The raw materials your friends brought back have only just begun to ferment in their respective circles today."

"Let the bullets fly a little longer. Only when those truly influential figures have experienced the effects of the drug will it be our time to enter the fray."

Qin Lang was taken aback, then slapped his thigh and looked at Lin Fan with some admiration: "Brother Lin, you're so good at keeping your composure!"

As the two were chatting, a series of light footsteps came from outside the door.