"We can produce one hundred tons this month!" Qiao Yu reported the figure.
Xu Fang did a quick mental calculation. One bottle is one jin of liquor, so one hundred tons is 200,000 jin, which means 200,000 bottles. Packed into cases, that's about 33,000 cases a month.
If he hadn't found Dong Xueyao's sales channel, that amount of liquor would have lasted him a while. Now, however, things were completely different.
With a smile, Xu Fang said, "I thought it would be a lot more. What's the point of producing so little?"
Thinking Xu Fang was being sarcastic, Qiao Yu snapped, "What's so funny? If I can't sell it all, I'll just store it. The price will be even higher after a year!"
Realizing she had misunderstood, Xu Fang quickly explained, "Director Qiao, I genuinely think the production volume is too low."
"Then you can go produce it yourself! I'm hanging up! Laugh at me again and I'll dock your pay!" Qiao Yu huffed and hung up the phone.
