20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3708 The Brand of Shancheng Maojian
"Then let's continue with this model."

Zhao Chang'an said calmly, "I will discuss with Secretary Duan and the others about using the name 'Shancheng Maojian' as a brand to vigorously develop the tourism industry while also vigorously developing the green and organic tea industry."

Liu Mingjie stared blankly at Zhao Chang'an, stunned by the words "Shancheng Maojian".

Shancheng Maojian has always been just a label for tea produced in a certain region. No one or no company has ever dared to claim this name as their own. If any company did, dozens of tea brands, large and small, in Shancheng would smash up their factory the next day.

Just like Fanpin, Xinya, and Xianye, these three top tea companies in Shancheng Maojian only put "Shancheng Maojian" in large letters on their packaging boxes, with the company's brand name noted in lowercase next to it.

Zhao Chang'an is leaving no way for other tea companies to survive by doing this!
That's like stirring up a hornet's nest, and moreover, stirring up dozens of hornet's nests of all sizes at once.
“Chang’an, you really can’t do this. Even if the city agrees, you’re essentially cutting off the livelihood of dozens of tea companies. These are all your fellow villagers. You have such a good relationship with Chen Fanping’s daughter and son-in-law. This will incur public wrath. It’s really not worth it.”

Liu Mingjie quickly and earnestly persuaded Zhao Chang'an, fearing that he was young and impetuous and would really insist on doing things his own way: "Although I know that you want to build your hometown better and don't care about this little bit of money, doing this is equivalent to affecting the interests and livelihoods of many people. Public opinion can destroy even the strongest people. You really don't need to get involved in these things."

Zhao Chang'an laughed.

“Zhao Chang’an, Director Liu is right. If you want to do something for the good of your hometown, some people have limited abilities and have to sacrifice the interests of some people for the benefit of more people. But you are different. If you really want to build up your hometown, donating 100 million yuan would be better than anything else. Everyone would speak well of you.”

Qi Xuan'er and the others sat quietly to the side, listening to Zhao Chang'an and Liu Mingjie. Liu Mingjie was not a local, so Zhao Chang'an did not use the local dialect. Even Ye Yiyi could understand their conversation.

Seeing Zhao Chang'an smile, Qi Xuan'er assumed he was unconvinced and offered a rare piece of advice: "What do you mean by not competing with the people for profit? To you, those tea shop owners are just ordinary people too."

Wang Yu and Ye Yiyi both nodded in agreement, but Fan Chufei's pretty face wore a disdainful sneer, thinking Qi Xuan'er was old-fashioned.

Since Zhao Chang'an is considered a great man who does not compete with the people for profit, then as a great man with the vision, breadth of mind, and sentiment of ruling the country, does he need to consider the thoughts of these few ordinary people when he does things?
As long as it is for the benefit of the majority, then these minority people must understand that the interests of the minority cannot hinder the majority's reasonable pursuit of their own interests in a fair, just, equal and harmonious manner!

“What you said makes sense. So, since they are all so strongly opposed, shouldn’t we work with the cultural tourism group to protect the Shancheng Maojian brand and prevent excessive pesticide residues in the tea?”

Zhao Chang'an asked Qi Xuan, "We can't just use the Shancheng Maojian tea brand and ruin its reputation."

Qi Xuan'er doesn't drink tea much, so she naturally doesn't know the story behind it. Wang Yu explained to the three women who didn't quite understand: "I like drinking tea. Zhao Chang'an sends me two catties of Shancheng Maojian tea every year, so I know a bit more about it. The year before last, South China Agricultural University published an article pointing out that Shancheng Maojian tea had excessive pesticide residues, which triggered numerous reports. As a result, last year, the sales of Shancheng Maojian tea, especially mid-to-high-end teas, were hindered, and the price was cut by nearly half compared to the previous year. Some companies that used to sell Shancheng Maojian tea started to cheat again, packaging Shancheng tea as products from other regions."

"I can't be sure about other things, but at least the tea from Wenjia Village and Jitishan Tea Factory is definitely pesticide-free. However, the output of over a thousand acres of tea gardens in these two places has been used for hospitality purposes by companies like Yi Nanmi, Qiangwei Group, Luyuan Group, Shancheng City, Xiqu District, Laocheng District, Tiedong District, and Beihu New District. One acre of tea garden yields about thirty catties of dried pre-Qingming tea, and Jitishan Tea Factory's dozen or so acres of century-old autumn tea can still be harvested once more, yielding about ten catties per acre. Not counting these, the total output is less than thirty thousand catties. However, I can't guarantee anything about other tea gardens." Zhao Chang'an said in a somewhat fierce voice, "Since you're making a living from this business and ruining the brand, then don't blame others for taking it away."

"That makes sense, but it's still too radical. We need to consider it more carefully."

However, Liu Mingjie still disagreed, feeling that Zhao Chang'an's approach was likely to cause trouble.

“Uncle, what if we moved the headquarters of the cultural tourism group here, to the dam? It’s only ten miles from the city, so you and Aunt won’t have to live apart.”

With so many things to do, Zhao Chang'an didn't have the energy to think about these trivial matters within the cultural tourism group. It was only because Liu Mingjie mentioned this matter that he had this idea.

Even if it were to be done, it would need to be discussed with Duan Fengqing and Wang Deyuan, and the final decision would be based on the opinions of these executors.

If they all disagreed, Zhao Chang'an would never have given up his work and come back to become the general manager of this cultural tourism group.

By this time, the yacht had already traveled more than halfway, so he stopped discussing the sensitive topic and instead inquired about Liu Mingjie's personal life.

As the saying goes, women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties. Su Ying is only in her early forties this year. She has taken good care of herself by staying out of the wind and sun all these years. Last night, Liu Cui said that her period was not as regular as Su Ying's, and the flow was also heavier.

Zhao Chang'an never thought Su Ying was an honest and docile person. Liu Mingjie's personality was a bit like the husband in that joke: "When we got married, who gave us money? Brother Wang. When we didn't have enough money to buy a house? Brother Wang. When you couldn't find a job, who found you one? Still Brother Wang. When you were away on a business trip and I was giving birth, who took care of me? Still Brother Wang." He was weak-willed and easily influenced.

I think Su Ying is currently focused on her career and has her husband by her side, so she shouldn't cause any more trouble.

However, Liu Mingjie looked panicked upon hearing this: "Chang'an, please don't! I'm perfectly free and comfortable right now. Don't worry, I absolutely won't have any scandals with Lin Yixia. We have a good relationship, but we're just friends, and there's absolutely no way we'd cross that line!"

Zhao Chang'an was completely astonished. What was all this about?

When the yacht arrived at the small dock in Wenjia Village, Zhao Chang'an saw the Party Secretary, the Village Chief, the Women's Director, and the Militia Captain, who were already waiting at the small house by the dock.

Knowing that today's noon would definitely be a fierce battle, he couldn't help but show a helpless and wry smile on his face, as if he were a wanderer in the martial arts world.