Chapter 337 Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Organizing a show for them will only make them happy for one night."

"But if we can help them find a way to get rich, we can change the fate of the whole village."

Xiao Chen's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on the pot of wine left over from last night.

"This wine is the road. It has a pure taste and a unique flavor."

"With a little packaging and by leveraging our influence for promotion, we can definitely build it into a well-known brand."

"As long as the village has a stable income, young people will no longer have to leave their hometowns, and the elderly and children will have someone to rely on."

After he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent.

Everyone was shocked by Xiao Chen's words.

They only saw the embarrassment of being drunk, but he saw the future of a village in a glass of wine.

Leslie Cheung was the first to applaud, his eyes full of admiration.

"good!"

"Ah Chen, this is a fantastic idea! I fully support it!"

Anita Mui nodded vigorously.

"That's right, this is what it truly means to do something for them."

"Just tell me what you need me to do."

Song Dandan slapped her thigh in excitement.

"Oh dear! How could I not have thought of that!"

"Xiao Chen, your brain works too well!"

"This can work! It absolutely can work!"

Yang Zi and Dilraba looked at Xiao Chen with eyes full of admiration.

This man not only possesses a stunningly handsome appearance, but also a compassionate heart of gold, and the wisdom and courage to turn his ideas into reality.

Xiao Chen stood up, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Let's go, have a meeting, let's work out a plan, and then we'll talk to the village chief."

Without further ado, the group rushed back into the house.

The long wooden table in the living room instantly transformed into a makeshift command post.

"Paper and pen!" Xiao Chen said succinctly.

Yang Zi, like a little assistant, quickly got paper and pen from the production team and laid them out in front of Xiao Chen.

Leslie Cheung crossed his arms and spoke first, immediately displaying the meticulousness typical of a producer.

"First, quality. This is the foundation and cannot be taken lightly."

"The village is now using traditional brewing methods, which results in inconsistent production and quality control."

"If we want to build a brand, we must standardize. A proper, hygienic small-scale brewery is a prerequisite."

Anita Mui continued, adding to his point.

"Second, qualifications. All licenses and permits must be complete."

"Trademark registration, food production licenses... these are the moats."

"I asked the Hong Kong team to check the relevant procedures in the mainland first, to make sure that nothing goes wrong."

The moment she opened her mouth, she exuded the aura of a powerful older sister, her considerations going straight to the heart of the matter.

Song Dandan was stunned for a moment, then slammed her hand on the table and offered her best performance.

"Hey! A story! We need a story!"

"How about calling it 'The Movie King's Drunken Poems'?"

"I've already thought of the lyrics—'One drink down, inspiration flows, even Oscar-winning actors will recite poetry for you!' How catchy!"

She made funny faces, which made everyone laugh, and the tense and serious atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Yang Zi's approach is more in line with the way young people play these days.

"We can shoot a promotional video!"

"Use the elderly and children in the village as the main characters, tell their stories, and tell their longing for their loved ones."

"Alcohol is the emotional bond that connects them."

"If you put it online, it'll definitely go viral!"

Dilraba, who had been sitting quietly next to Xiao Chen, felt her heart race as she watched his profile as he focused on taking notes.

She spoke softly, with a hint of uncertainty, and offered her idea.

"Um...could the bottle be a little more unique?"

"We can let the children in the village draw pictures on the labels, so that every bottle is different."

"In this way, the buyer receives not just a bottle of wine, but also a blessing from the mountains."

The girl's voice was soft, yet it silenced everyone.

This idea is so heartwarming.

Xiao Chen remained silent, listening intently as his pen flew across the paper, sketching and drawing to create a clear framework.

After everyone had finished expressing their opinions, he looked up and lightly touched the paper with the tip of his pen.

"Everything is fine."

His voice has a convincing power.

"What my brother called quality is the foundation, and what Sister Mei called legal affairs is the steel frame. This is the basis for how far we can go."

"Sister Dandan's story is the soul of the brand, Yang Zi's short film is the wings of its spread, and Dilraba's bottle design is its unique face."

In just a few words, he accurately summarized, elevated, and cleverly connected everyone's thoughts.

Everyone looked at him with undisguised amazement in their eyes.

This young man seemed to have a meticulously crafted blueprint for a business empire in his mind.

"Specific division of labor."

Xiao Chen continued.

"The first step is to handle the legal aspects. Sister Mei, I'll have to ask your people to work hard on this. I'll have Aunt Hua's side fully cooperate."

"The second step is funding. I will cover the costs of the workshop and the initial raw materials and labor."

"The third step, village chief, is for us to go talk to him now and get the village's authorization and support."

He stood up, folded the paper filled with plans in half, and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go, strike while the iron is hot."

The group marched in a large procession toward the village chief's house.

The village chief was an old man with dark skin and a weathered face, sitting on a stone stool in front of his courtyard, smoking a pipe.

Seeing such a large group of celebrities walking over, he stood up somewhat awkwardly and tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe.

Xiao Chen walked at the front, a gentle smile on his face, showing no airs of a movie star.

"Village chief, hello, excuse me for bothering you."

"We have something to say to you."

He didn't beat around the bush; he directly explained the plan they had discussed in the Mushroom House to the old man in the simplest and most common language.

He talked about building a winery and registering a brand that belonged to the village.

In the future, young people in the village may no longer need to go to distant big cities and can earn money right at their doorstep.

The courtyard was quiet, with only Xiao Chen's clear voice and the chirping of cicadas in the summer.

At first, the village chief just listened blankly, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.

His lips trembled, and his cloudy old eyes gradually became misty.

When she heard Xiao Chen say, "So that the children can see their parents every day," the moisture in her eyes finally gave way, turning into two streams of hot tears that rolled down her cheeks.

In his life, he has heard too many empty promises and seen too many people come and go.

But never before had anyone been so sincere in planning the future for these mountain people as this incredibly handsome young man before them.