When Xiaoli arrived at the bar office, Zhang Cheng was doing piston exercises with the Latin girl he just caught on the desk inside. The girls who came here all came for fun. After checking Zhang Cheng's capital on the dance floor table just now, he went upstairs with Zhang Cheng. ''

After Xiaoli entered the office and closed the door, she knocked on the door twice: "I'm disturbing."

"It's okay. Oh..." Zhang Cheng used a plasma cannon to smooth out the Latin girl's pants. If he didn't look at the Latin girl and the girls' clothes on the desk whose muscles were still twitching, Zhang Cheng really looked serious at this time. For Zhang Cheng, the history of human beings not wearing clothes has millions of years, and the history of wearing clothes is only thousands of years. Therefore, wearing clothes is definitely a lack of the inheritance of civilization.

Zhang Cheng asked Xiaoli: "How do you think about this venue?"

Xiaoli said truthfully: "It's very popular and the atmosphere is good."

Zhang Cheng: "I'll leave it to you. The annual salary is 50,000 yuan, and the bar has a 20% income. Do you want to do it?"

"Do it, why not!" Xiaoli said as she unbuttoned her shirt, took off all her pants and supported her hands on the desk: "Do it, I'm ready."

Zhang Cheng thought for a while: "Forget it."

Xiaoli: "What? No?"

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes and thought to himself when I couldn't pass by. He said truthfully: "I'm too familiar with it, so it's hard to start."

Xiaoli said angrily: "I took off my pants, just tell me this!!! I don't care, you can do it..."

Zhang Cheng had no choice but to understand what it means to be difficult to ride a tiger. It seems that the current situation can only be done by chance - who can close his eyes when doing things?

After the matter was finished, Zhang Cheng tried every means to wake Xiaoli up. Xiaoli asked the first sentence after waking up: "I wanted to ask just now, but I didn't have time. Are you a donkey?!"

Zhang Cheng: "Hmm?!Donkey?"

Xiaoli: "Pan Du Deng Xiaoxian's donkey!"

"Oh!" Zhang Cheng was so angry that he smiled: "That's it, you know this best, hehe."

Xiaoli: "If I had known, wouldn't it be better to have a partner with you?"

Zhang Cheng: "I was not that old when I was in elementary school!"

Xiaoli: "Who told you that elementary school is coming..."

Zhang Cheng threw Xiaoli the car keys and a Xiaoli driver's license, bank card, mobile phone card, etc. in Texas. Anyway, they were all handled by nanorobots, so Zhang Cheng got them all without any trouble: "I'll go back first, there's a bunch at home! The car and the driver will lend you it for you, this is your driver's license. In the United States, this is used as a domestic ID card. Call me if you have something to do. Well, by the way, the Latin girl on the table woke up and asked the driver to take her home."

An American ID card is a driver's license, and almost all adults have a driver's license. Even if you really can't drive or have your driver's license revoked for life, you have to go to the Motor Vehicle Management Office to apply for an ID card that is exactly the same as the driver's license. The US government also understands voter information from the information from the Motor Vehicle Management Office in various places.

Xiaoli accepted all this with peace of mind. If she hadn't done it just now, Xiaoli wouldn't be able to let go of these things.

When Zhang Cheng came out, it was time for the bar to be served. Groups of girls screamed and drank in the bar, twisting their bodies to the music - saying that dancing was really an insult to the word dance.

It looked good. After Zhang Cheng left the bar, he found that it was already the time when the lights were on outside. The pitiful tall buildings in downtown Houston also lit up. From a distance, they looked a little like a big city.

The car and the driver were left for Xiaoli, and Zhang Cheng took a taxi outside the bar and returned to the ranch.

When he returned to the ranch, a group of people were brushing sauce on the game to play barbecue. When he saw Zhang Cheng coming back, Uncle Li pulled Zhang Cheng aside: "You guy will be out for a day, but fortunately the speedboat was sent over and it was a good time to play. Tell you a serious matter."

At this time, Uncle Li's daughter Li Lu distributed her roasted lamb legs to Zhang Cheng: "For you."

Zhang Cheng took the lamb leg and looked at Li Lu with fear. As far as Zhang Cheng knew, this little lioness never had the habit of giving her meat to others. If it was a vegetable, it was possible. When he was a child, he didn't come to snatch the meat from Zhang Cheng's bowl, so Zhang Cheng thanked God and went to Houston to go to the world of Houston.

Li Lu: "What do you think? I'm full, otherwise I'll give it to you?"

Zhang Cheng: "Oh."

After Zhang Cheng took a few bites of roasted lamb, Uncle Li talked about the serious matter: "We are on the boat today and have a board meeting."

Zhang Cheng: "My dad is still in his hometown."

Uncle Li: "Anyway, except for your father, the remaining directors are all here. Everyone agreed. The more he vote is not much, and the less he vote is not much. Now our winery bar only produces and sells medium and low-end wines. In terms of high-end wines, it is still a blank. Your whiskey is really good. How about handing it over to us for sales in China? We have ready-made sales channels here. This is a benefit for both parties."

Zhang Cheng: "Actually, the output of our whiskey is not large. It only exports tens of thousands of bottles every year."

Uncle Li: "You kid are so stupid. Are you almost the same whiskey? You are just like the private label."

Zhang Cheng thought it was the case, at most, he could buy whiskey in barrels from other distillers, and then blend it with high-end golden sore medicine (genetic repair agent) and tasted almost the same, and finally it was bottled and sold. There were not many American farms and ranches that had their own brewery, which was thanks to the US ban policy that year - the ban only prohibits drinking, selling, and transporting wine in public places. It is legal to drink at home.

In addition to drinking these wines by themselves, a large part of them entered underground bars. These underground bars were not allowed to enter by acquaintances, which made the alcoholic detectives who were difficult to apply for a search warrant often sigh.

More importantly, the profits are here. The supermarket sells only a few dozen dollars a bottle of whiskey, and buying in large quantities in barrels will obviously not be more expensive. Zhang Cheng wants to make high-end wine, less than 2,000 dollars a bottle. Is that considered high-end wine? OEM is a good idea.

After Zhang Cheng thought about it, he said: "In terms of packaging, I will definitely create high-end, elegant and elegant, low-key and luxurious. How much do you plan to sell this high-end whisky? How to share the accounts?"

Uncle Li: "After discussing, we feel that it is okay to sell a bottle of high-end imported whiskey in China for a retail price of 26,800 yuan. Then we will pay the bill for four or six."

Zhang Cheng: "This? Who is four and who is six?"

Uncle Li: "Of course it's you four and we six. Selling wine is more difficult than making wine. You also have to rebate the seller. The advertising fee is also paid by us."

Zhang Cheng calculated that if he sold 26,800 yuan, the 40% accounting amount was less than 2,000 US dollars, and he was still half a percent short of it. He subconsciously asked: "45,500 yuan?"

Uncle Li agreed very happily. In fact, as long as Zhang Cheng asked for less than 50%, it would be fine. Uncle Li naturally decided on the asking price within the range: "It's true, that's what we have to say."

The one who got busy first was Zhang Cheng. The bottles that used to pack whiskey in the ranch obviously could not be used anymore. The bottles of high-end wines need to be redesigned. Just leave this to professional designers. In fact, after the industrial production of glass, the best glass bottle will only cost a few dollars per person, and the cheapest one is dozens of cents. Of course, this is not the time to save money.

Because it is necessary to expand the wine cellar of the barrel whiskey ranch in large quantities. Zhang Cheng originally planned to acquire a brewery in Texas, as well as recruiting workers and buying cattle at Dadick Ranch, but now things are all together.

Zhang Cheng hired an accountant and lawyer to work together in Texas every hour. Two days later, the brewery was completed first. In Texas, Zhang Cheng acquired 85% of the shares of a farm with a brewery. The former farmer still lives and operates here. In the agreement, after he retires, he will divide a quarter of the farm (including his house) to him as a replacement for the 15% shares.

In addition, the farmer and brewery manager also demanded an annual salary of $35,000. Considering that the purchase price of the brewery and the farm is only $3 million, this price is not high. The design and production of new wine bottles have been handed over to professional design studios and manufacturers, and the Bruce Ranch also hired a professional construction team to build a new wine cellar.

The tour group is still playing here, and Zhang Cheng has already started to hire cowboys to buy cows. In fact, cowboys get up early and work late, work for a long time, have low income, and work outdoors - it is definitely not as attractive to young people as blowing air conditioning at the desk and drinking coffee and playing with computers. No wonder the ranch is calling it hard to find cowboys - this is actually impossible for everyone to use South American laborers.

Compared with foreign workers, they are not here to enjoy themselves in the United States. Their purpose is to make money and go home to build a house and buy land to get married. Or there is a family of people who are hungry, so these people can endure hardships. If they don’t give a salary increase on holiday, they will be fine if they work all month.

As for language issues, it’s nothing. Many southern states in the United States use bilingual systems in English and Spanish, including Texas. In these areas, there are a lot of people who can’t speak English.

I found an agent and brought back eighteen South American cowboys in one go, including four female cowboys. After seeing the living environment, these South American cowboys said they were satisfied. The salary was 800 US dollars a week - it seemed a bit too much, but in fact, because they didn't have to pay overtime pay, Zhang Cheng still made a cheaper profit. The plan for buying cows was already in the plan, and he had already contacted the agency. On the third day after the cowboys were in place, he sent 4,000 cows.

Such a large pasture has been renovated, and the irrigation system can actually raise more than 4,000 cows. However, because the land is not fertile enough, less than one-third of the alfalfa planted. The remaining places are planted with legumes - legumes can fix nitrogen. Moreover, both beans and legumes are food for cattle. After the legumes shrubs have fertilized the land for a few years, alfalfa will naturally breed. At that time, the cattle herd will grow and grow with time.

After dealing with these things, Zhang Cheng did not accompany the tour group to continue playing wildly, but took Angelina back to Reno in the name of school opening.

Of course, Zhang Cheng really went to school. How could there be no reason for students not to go to school after school? Is it true that if you want to get better, this is also the principle of modern college students.

In the first class of the school year, Zhang Cheng arrived at the public class classroom earlier than Professor. However, Zhang Cheng suddenly encountered a leg that was inserted horizontally while walking backwards to find the empty seat, so Zhang Cheng stepped on it.

Zhang Cheng didn't care about the leg and screamed, found a seat behind him to sit down, and held a cigarette on the table and put the textbook on his mouth.

A classmate next to him immediately took out a lighter and lit it for Zhang Cheng: "Master, I'm so angry today."

Zhang Cheng: "I'm already very restrained. I've been trampled on him before, but now I have the most bone cracks, and there's still the origin of that s~b."

"The exchange student from Cambridge, England, is said to have the title of nobleman, and is named Philip."

Zhang Cheng looked at the British nobleman who was carried to the infirmary by two people. Before going out, he looked at Zhang Cheng with resentment and knew that this was not that simple. Zhang Cheng pointed to the mouth of the British nobleman and said, "I tell you that S~b born from such close relatives have two basic principles. The first is that my father has never hit me before, why should you hit me! The second is that I only allow me to step on your face and not my face."

The classmate on the side laughed: "The master said so well. Teach me bother."

Zhang Cheng: "I told you to practice waist and legs strength and punching speed. Have you practiced?"

The classmate on the side: "Of course I practice, I keep practicing during the holidays."

Zhang Cheng: "Okay, I will teach you a trick today."

A classmate on the side: "Is there a little less master in just one move?"

Zhang Cheng: "There is a saying in Chinese: Don't be afraid of thousands of moves, just be afraid of one move and one move will be vicious. Once you practice it, you will be able to defeat the enemy. Do you understand?"

A classmate on the side: "I understand, master."

Zhang Cheng: "You see, when you punch, you will always form an uninterrupted combination of punches with one left and one right, right?"

A classmate on the side: “Yes.”

Zhang Cheng: "Then let's change it. Let's use both fists at the same time, one up and one more time, first up and then down, upper fists take the face door, and lower fists hit the lower abdomen."

Zhang Cheng and this classmate demonstrated it so simply in the seat several times before this person understood: "I understand. Generally speaking, everyone will focus on the fists coming in front of them, and they will ignore the fists attacking from their lower abdomen."

Zhang Cheng: "Yes, if the abdominal muscles are loose at this time, one punch can cause stomach cramps. If your opponent is much stronger than you, you can consider using the momentum when the whole body hits it. If your opponent is far taller than you, you can change to hit the throat without hitting the face. Strengthen your exercises."

Seeing that the professor came to class, Zhang Cheng and his classmates stopped practicing. This was actually not considered teaching kung fu, but just some tips to meet the enemy. The classmates still said gratefully: "Thank you, master. I will definitely strengthen my practice when I go back."

After class, Zhang Cheng went to find the girl. As soon as he left the classroom, he was clamped his arms by two tall white classmates, one left and one right. Zhang Cheng wanted to see what they wanted to do, but he didn't resist. He followed them out of the teaching building and walked a few times to a remote corner nearby.

When he arrived at this remote place, Philip, who had just been trampled into bones by Zhang Cheng, put a cast on his leg, and he stood in his left hand and took an extended wooden baseball bat with his right hand. He looked bad and waited here for a long time.

Seeing Zhang Cheng being brought over, Philip said viciously to Zhang Cheng with a baseball bat, "My dad has never hit me, why do you hit me!"

While speaking, the Philip was so angry that the sarcastic smile that had been showing on Zhang Cheng's face. He took a single crutch and took a step forward, waved the baseball bat in his hand and smashed it to Zhang Cheng's head with all his strength.

Until the baseball bat hit his head, Zhang Cheng didn't move at all, but the baseball bat in Philip's hand became fragmented. Because the recoil force was too strong, Philip could not hold on to the remaining small baseball bat and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Of course, Zhang Cheng's muscles do not have such strong defense, but the energy shield formed by the magic shield on his body is fine. If Philip's eyes are high-speed cameras, his brain is supercomputers, he will see that the baseball bat actually did not touch Zhang Cheng's skin at all, but was blocked by an invisible force one centimeter away from the skin.

The two strong white classmates who clamped Zhang Cheng's arms also felt something was wrong at this time and wanted to run away, but their arms were tightly clamped by Zhang Cheng and they could not run at all. Zhang Cheng shouted loudly, "Ha" and exerted force with his arms and whole body. The two strong white classmates screamed in unison. Each of them had an arm that was pinched off when Zhang Cheng exerted force.

At this time, Philip also felt that the prospect was short of a second, and turned around and wanted to run, but how could a half-disabled person run over Zhang Cheng? Zhang Cheng threw away two tall and strong white classmates, and grabbed Philip in a few steps. Zhang Cheng said to Philip very sincerely: "Do you know? You ruined my ability to tolerate s~b."

Before Philip could call out who my dad was, Zhang Cheng held Philip's right hand with his right hand and exerted force. Philip screamed in pain and fainted.
Chapter completed!