1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 130 The Result of Brainstorming
The people at this table are either rich or noble.

Rich people have a superpower that can make money from money.

Their apparent identities may be magazine editors, government officials, or vagrants, but their unknown identities may be even more exaggerated.

The hot pot made by Ronan is so delicious and also suits the taste of the local people in Provence. It can be foreseen that there is room for the development of Chinese food here.

This is a huge business opportunity
In the face of business opportunities, all associations and alliances collapsed.

Everyone just wants to show Ronan their strength and the role they can play in promoting Chinese food, so as to win his trust and occupy a favorable "position" in the future.

Corentin was undoubtedly the one who felt the most tonight.

He never imagined that one dish could be eaten in so many different ways.

"If you want to do something successfully in Provence, you need the support of the government. You should show your ability and what you can bring to the relevant departments or the government. As long as you can convince them, you only need to make delicious food and don't need to worry about other things."

Corentin said "Oh" inadvertently, as if he just remembered that he was a government official:

"Do you need me to introduce you to some departments that may be able to help you?"

Ronan silently raised an eyebrow.

Is there government support?
Does the Lourmarin government count?
"Corentin, your head is full of the government." Ines shook his head in disdain. "Ronan is asking about Chinese food, not about any scenic spots or historical sites. How much 'revenue' does he have to bring to get the government's support? How much time will he have to waste with the government's 'mediation'? One year, two years, or three years?"

Ines put on a kind face and said to Ronan:

"Now is the 'information' age. Magazines can let us know you and that you like rosé wine. They can also spread Chinese food to more people who are interested in it. Of course, it's not just magazines. Radio, television, outdoor advertising and other direct methods can also be used."

She tapped the table lightly:

"If you're interested, I can always introduce you."

Ronan completely agreed with Ines's remarks.

He has already tasted the sweetness of "information". The income at the Lourmarin market has increased visibly, all thanks to the publicity of the magazine.

Jacques has no government officials or magazine editors who can say that, so he offers advice based on his own experience in making his fortune:
"No one was interested in my restaurant at first, but later I participated in many regional cooking competitions and won good results. Word of mouth and fame gradually spread. I suggest you take Chinese food to participate in the competition. There are many similar opportunities in Provence every year for you to showcase your cuisine."

He continued:
"Another way is to join the Provence Gourmet Association and promote Chinese food through professionals, but I have never joined it, so I cannot help you in this regard."

Jacques did not join the Provence Gastronomy Association, nor did he join Llorente's 'Vaucluse Gastronomy Union'.

Mr. Jacques' words reminded Ronan of Mr. Llorente again.

When can I get in touch with him?

Jerome, who owns a winery, also wants to join the battle, but he does not have as strong financial strength or social influence as other members. Running a rosé wine winery is enough to give him a headache.

But he does have some experience to share with Ronan:

"I suggest you open up the map of Provence with one or two special dishes, but these two dishes should be 'replicable'. Don't be afraid of being 'copied' or 'imitated' by your peers. It's difficult to promote Chinese food by yourself. The more people join in, the better it will be for you."

Jerome said bitterly:
"I just chose the wrong 'product'. I thought I could achieve results in a track with less competition, but look at my situation now. It's too difficult."

Ronan made note of this as well.

In other words, it is not appropriate to use "hot pot" to check in Provence.

Because apart from him, it is difficult for anyone else to make this kind of soup base and dipping sauces that suit the local people's taste.

In the early stages of promoting Chinese food, simpler things should be used.

Seeing that everyone had said everything they could, the candy merchant Gabriel smiled and flattened his palm:

"My advice is to prepare enough money. Whether you are seeking help from the government, the media, or participating in competitions, you will need huge financial support. I don't need to explain the reason, right? Money makes everything easier."

He touched his head uncomfortably;
“I’m good at making money.”

Gabriel was the only one there who had done business overseas.

The other members also gave Ronan a lot of valuable experience and suggestions based on their own strengths.

Ronan silently memorized them all in his heart.

He felt that the busy night was well worth it.

If he could always have so many talented people helping him plan "how to promote Chinese food in Provence", he would be willing to fix the meeting place of the "Vaucluse Pink Wine Lovers Association" at his home.

However, there was a question in Ronan's mind that remained unanswered.

“Everyone seems to be very experienced and has their own advantages, so why has rosé never become popular in Provence?”

You guys are all so awesome, why is pink wine still looked down upon?
Didn’t you promote rosé wine?
President Ines' eyes were full of helplessness:

"The reason why rosé wine cannot develop in Provence is not because it is not well-known. Everyone here knows the existence of this wine. The shackles that hinder the development of rosé wine are the 'hat' that has been on its head for hundreds of years. It is a shame to say that it has no foundation and no soul. This is not something that can be reversed by publicity."

Ronan sighed.

In fact, until the 21st century, the "hat" of pink wine has not been taken off.

It’s just that in this era of information explosion, pink wine has more labels attached to it, and with the support of a large number of celebrities, the public has ignored these bad things.

In 1986, when information was blocked, it was really difficult to change the public's perception of rosé wine.

"Is there really no solution?" Ronan asked. Everyone in the room looked at Astrid who was drinking silently.

They didn't say anything, but Ronan understood.

Astrid has this ability
No wonder the party schedule has to be based on her time.

This is the 'hidden boss'.

The party is over.

When Ronan saw the members off, everyone said something like, "If you encounter any trouble in promoting Chinese food, you can always come to me," except Astrid, of course.

This guy really came here to drink.

He didn't care about anything except drinking.

Ronan expressed his gratitude to them and politely said, "I will definitely help you if you need me," but in fact he would not choose to "cooperate" with anyone.

Lucas and Olivier's failed truffle collaboration taught Ronan a lesson - when faced with partners with huge disparities in strength, the only option for the weak is to keep compromising.

There is no doubt that these people have a huge social gap with him, and Ronan is too small in front of them.

The purpose of inviting these people here today is, firstly, to let these "upper class people" know that there is something called Chinese cuisine in Provence. It would be great if any of them had the same personality as Freddy.

The second purpose is to listen to the professional advice given by these people and, based on their attitudes, determine whether something further related to Chinese cuisine can be done.

Ronan was very satisfied with their feedback.

The sight of these people scrambling to "cooperate" with him strengthened Ronan's confidence.

When his parents come to Lourmarin and can help him share some of the energy he has to put on the market, he will start preparing new things.

The date for my parents to come to Lourmarin was finally set, on the Wednesday of the last week of May.

Ronan arranged the hunting license exam date in advance; he also called Lucas and said they would meet at that time; he also got the phone number of the Marseille dog farm from Theo and informed them that he wanted to go and see the dogs.

Everything was arranged, and Ronan stayed at home and concentrated on making furniture.

Freddy knew that Ronan's family had finally held a party, but they were not the first guests to be entertained, so he was very "dissatisfied" and threatened Ronan that he would break off relations with him if he didn't make that delicious hot pot for him.

Ronan couldn't ask guests to bring chairs every time, so he worked hard to make chairs at home and rarely went out.

But even though he was so quiet and low-key, he still attracted countless villagers to come to his house to watch the fun, especially the farmers.

Pierre comes today, Fabian comes tomorrow, and Cornell comes the day after tomorrow. When he comes, he will find all kinds of excuses to stay until dinner time before leaving.

"There is no luxury car today, and there will be no luxury car tomorrow. Even if there is one, you can't sit in it. I advise you to give up this idea." Ronan said to Theo.

"Who said I came here to see the luxury cars?" Theo muttered in dissatisfaction, "Isn't it okay for me to come here to see the bathroom?"

"Didn't you come here the day before yesterday?" Ronan asked speechlessly.

Theo curled his lips:

"That thing is always new. Who knows if you have made any new designs?"

"Go and have a look." Ronan waved his hand impatiently at him.

You can watch whatever you want, as long as it doesn't keep me from working.

After Theo left, Cornell squatted beside Ronan and asked with a red face:

"Ronan, what does that beautiful girl who drives a luxury car do?"

Compared to Theo who is always noisy and nagging every day, Ronan doesn't dislike Cornell.

Cornell was very quiet, he was just trapped in some unrealistic "unrequited love" and couldn't extricate himself.

The corner of Ronan's mouth twitched unnaturally:
"Pretty girl? She's probably older than your mother."

Cornell became even more excited and asked eagerly:

"Can you tell me a little bit about her? What does she do?"

Ronan said perfunctorily:
"I don't know Astrid well. I only know that she is a noble, and I don't know anything else."

Cornell showed a look of longing:

"If I married such a beautiful woman, I would also like her to do nothing and be happy every day."

Oh my God, if Astrid is happy, others are destined to be 'suffering'. Ronan complained in his heart.

"She is addicted to alcohol and has a bad temper. In short, she has a lot of problems. I advise you to find someone else to 'dream about'." Ronan shook his head and said.

Cornell smiled innocently and said in a pleading tone:
"Everyone has flaws. I am willing to tolerate all her flaws. Ronan, next time she comes to your house, can you let me see her up close? I keep dreaming about her recently."

Ronan put down his tools and picked up Cornell's arm to examine it carefully:

"You don't have to wait until next time to come to my house. You will look great if you have a white and tender vagina. I will introduce you to my house right now."

(End of this chapter)