In October, a liquor made from potatoes appeared on the market in Johannesburg.

The wine was not made by the Chinese, but by a group of Jews from Russia.

After the end of the Boer War, a number of Russian Jews fleeing persecution emigrated to southern Africa, most of them in Johannesburg.

It was at this time that Roque learned that potatoes were actually the raw material used by Russians to make vodka.

It is very easy to use potatoes to brew vodka, Chinese brewing sometimes has to be steamed and brewed three times, vodka does not have to be so troublesome, from the beginning of fermentation to the final distillation, all it takes no more than four months, after distillation, the Russians first make up to 95 degrees of alcohol, and then use distilled water to desalinate to 40 degrees to 60 degrees, and after activated carbon filtration, so that the wine quality is more crystal clear, colorless and light and refreshing, so that people feel not sweet, not bitter, not astringent, only flame-like stimulation, forming the unique characteristics of vodka.

Among the bases for various cocktails, vodka is the most flexible, adaptable and adaptable.

Potato wine was an instant hit, and despite the low price of potatoes, the wine made from potatoes was pure and flawless, smooth in the mouth, full of coolness, and endless aroma.

Roque drank potato-made wine at Buck's house, and Buck was going to set up a brewery in Ziwei Town to make potato wine.

"The biggest crop we have here now is potatoes, but unfortunately potatoes can't be bought, so farmers are reluctant to plant, now well, with potato wine, you can grow potatoes on a large scale, and then make wine to sell to the outside world, it's really not good, even if it's alcohol." Buck is very happy, if the potato problem is solved, then it will be a really good thing for the farm in Johannesburg.

There will never be a shortage of demand for alcohol and alcohol in the world, but so far, the world's food production has not been abundant, so wine and alcohol have been scarce for a long time.

Johannesburg definitely has an advantage in this regard, when the Chinese first came to Johannesburg, because of the underestimation of potato production, as a result, there was a period of time in Johannesburg where the potatoes were almost rotten in the ground and no one harvested, and the surrounding farms were even more nutritious to eat potatoes until they vomited.

Since the first year, very few farmers in Johannesburg have grown potatoes anymore, and even if they do, they don't grow as much as a supplementary food, or simply to feed their livestock.

Well, now that the winery is in place, it is estimated that the farms around Johannesburg will gradually expand the scale of potato cultivation, which is a good thing in any way.

"It's not bad, isn't it?" Roque doesn't have a high opinion of potato wine.

"Lord, potato wine is already very good, not everyone has the money to buy wine, most people don't drink wine more than a few times a year, we can set a lower price for potato wine-" Buck despised Roque's way of eating minced meat.

"Taste the potato chips I made for you, Lord, which way you say." Mrs. Buck was not at all fierce at this time, and it was like a spring breeze.

Mrs. Buck's craftsmanship is still good, the potato chips as thin as cicada's wings are just the right size, and after frying, they turn golden brown, even if they don't add any ingredients, they are already delicious, not to mention that Mrs. Barker also pointed out that Mrs. Buck added a variety of spices such as pepper, salt and cumin, so that the potato chips have a variety of different flavors.

Roque picked up a slice, crispy and crunchy, with a fragrant lips and teeth, and the familiar taste almost made Roque's eyes red.

"So delicious?" Buck was so surprised that he picked up a slice and tasted it, but he didn't feel anything special, so he was even more puzzled.

"It's not potato chips, it's potato chips." Roque corrected.

"Lord, it's probably been a long time since you've been to the Oak Bar, and potato chips are now the most popular snack at the Oak Bar." Buck laughed, it was really hard to see Roque lose his temper.

Luo Ke shook his head and smiled bitterly, the Chinese are so hardworking and intelligent, as long as they create an environment for them, they will be self-reliant, and sure enough, the power of the masses is great.

When he turned around, Buck went to the Russian Jews, hoping to buy the method of making wine from potatoes with money.

How smart the Jews were, knowing that Buck was going to set up a distillery, wanted to use technology to buy shares, and the required shares were not much, only five percent.

"Five percent? Hehe, those Jews are going crazy, do they know how much a winery costs? If they don't want to sell it, forget it, I sent someone to Russia to buy it. "Roque is not angry, since people are not willing to sell, forget it, Roque is not as knowledgeable as them, can he still buy and sell?

"Sir, you'd better meet them, I asked the bartender at Oak Bar that the vodka made by those Jews tasted better than the vodka imported from Russia." Buck was a little hesitant, those Jews did have some skills.

"What about people?"

"It's right outside."

"Then let them in."

Outside the police station, Heinrich and several of his partners were waiting nervously.

It takes courage to ask Roque for conditions, and few people in Johannesburg dare to refuse Roque's conditions.

Heinrich did not consult with his partners when he proposed the conditions, and now his partners have arrived at the door of the Baron's Palace, still complaining to each other.

"Damn it, I'm so nervous right now, why don't we sell the technology to Mr. Buck, even if it's to Mr. Buck, if we anger the Lord because of this, then we're all done-" Barda muttered with a sad face, it was too late to say anything, they could only wait for fate to decide.

"Don't worry, Lord Nyasaland is not a narrow-minded person, as long as we can show our worth and bring wealth to the Lord, then the Lord will definitely forgive us." Heinrich had a hard mouth, and he couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.

Before leaving Russia, the Heinrich family was a wealthy merchant in St. Petersburg, and for generations ran vodka.

The Heinrich family's vodka is known as the best vodka in Russia, so the Heinrich family accumulated countless fortunes over the centuries, which eventually brought disaster to the Heinrich family, and Heinrich was forced to flee Russia with his family to southern Africa.

Because of his Jewish identity, Heinrich was also not trusted in Johannesburg, and Heinrich, who had studied in France and England, could not get his wish to work as a stenographer in the city government, and in the end, Heinrich's family had to rely on Heinrich's wife and eldest daughter to work in a wool mill to make a living.

As a man, Heinrich tried every means to improve the life of his family, but unfortunately Heinrich's family was penniless when they came to Johannesburg, so Heinrich and several old friends who came to Johannesburg together raised funds to study vodka, and finally brewed vodka with better quality than before.

After brewing vodka, Heinrich tried his best to give the vodka to Barker, hoping to get a chance to meet Roque with vodka, and now this opportunity is close at hand, and Heinrich certainly won't miss it.

After coming to Johannesburg for so long, Heinrich studied all the officials in Johannesburg, and finally set his sights on Roque, hoping to attach himself to Roque and restore the glory of the Heinrich family.

"Mr. Heinrich, Lord, please come in—" Finally a man pounced on Heinrich.

"Thank you." Heinrich straightened his shirt and followed the manservant into the baron's palace.

"I say—" Barda muttered behind Heinrich.

"Shut up!" Heinrich was stern, and his voice was a little loud in the quiet baron's palace, and the manservant who led the way in front looked back silently, and Heinrich immediately apologized.

The valet responded with a smile and showed good manners.

In the study of the Baron's Palace, Heinrich met Roque.

"Tell me why you think I'll agree to give five percent of the factory's shares in exchange for your technology." Roque's voice was unhurried.

Heinrich gave Roque a good feeling, his clothes were neat, although it was obvious that the neckline of the shirt was torn, but the neckline of the shirt was very clean and ironed very neatly, which made Roque feel good.

Some people always resist formal wear on the grounds of freedom, in fact, wearing formal clothes is really not for dressing, on many occasions, neat clothing is not only respect for other people, but also respect for yourself.

"Sir, five percent of the shares are not the price of technology, but the price of talents, and I believe in my ability to bring you wealth far beyond five percent of the value of the factory." Heinrich was confident, he was the kind of person who ate pickles and cut them neatly.

"You still want to be in the management of the factory?" Roque is really curious, Heinrich dares to recommend himself so much, either paranoia, or real talent.

"Lord, if you allow me to enter the management of the factory, then I can guarantee that within two years, Johannesburg vodka will be sold all over the world, and at a price no lower than that of Russian vodka." Heinrich boasted of the sea.

It's not easy to do that, just as not all wines in the world are called champagne, and vodka that is not made in Russia always gives a feeling of not being pure enough to drink.

Roque itself is inclined to dump at low prices to occupy the market, and now hearing Heinrich say this really aroused Roque's curiosity.

"What are you going to do?" Roque had to determine if Heinrich was really good or bragging.

"Hype, Lord, we have to tell the others first that it's not just vodka made in Russia that is called vodka-" As soon as Heinrich spoke, Roque knew that this guy really had the material.

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