Wang Xiaoliang didn't catch on. "The distillery?"
"Didn't Boss Yan say he wanted to sell it? Take it over outright. You cover his compensation, and he signs the factory over to you in return. Let's assume the old man's telling the truth, and the distillery really is worth thirty million. His health is failing, and the factory will eventually end up in his son's hands. That would ruin it. If you tried to claim compensation from him then, wouldn't the result be the same? If it was actually only worth three million, wouldn't three million be all you could get back?"
Wang Xiaoliang's mind raced along with Hu Yang's reasoning. He seemed to understand what Hu Yang was getting at.
"Xiaoliang, think about it. How will you present this compensation to the public? You'll say the distillery ran off and you're shouldering the responsibility. That's only a middling approach. You wouldn't be getting the most out of the money you spent. Say this instead: the distillery, Mimo, and Wei Zijin are jointly funding the compensation. The distillery had a serious production incident, and they didn't have enough capital to cover the compensation, but they didn't run. They put up everything they had and were willing to take responsibility. Mimo didn't run, and neither did the streamer. Tenfold compensation, just as promised."
"After this, everyone in the country will know the distillery's name. If it really buckles down and makes liquor properly in the future, the product won't be bad. Its selling point will be 'we had a problem, admitted our mistake, paid compensation, and started over.' Consumers love that sort of thing these days."
"What's the liquor called?"
"Lasting Love."
"Lasting Love, love that lasts. A little corny, but at least it's down-to-earth."
Hu Yang chuckled.
"Spend two hundred million