"Dad, when my third brother comes to our house for dinner, you can treat him with Qingwa Daqu!"

When Zhao Deming said he wanted to drink Qingwa Daqu, Zhao Hanyu was not happy at first and immediately objected, saying, "Let's get Maotai!"

The old man also nodded and said, "That's right, Mr. Shen is a distinguished guest, bring the Maotai!"

Zhao Deming: …

At this moment, his heart was so bitter that he stood there for a long time without moving.

When the old man saw this, he got a little angry and snorted, "Why are you still standing here? Why don't you go get some Moutai?"

Zhao Deming still didn't move, and said helplessly: "Dad, it's not that I don't want to take Moutai, the key is that there is no more at home!"

The old man was very surprised and said in disbelief: "How come there is no Moutai at home? I drank it yesterday!"

Zhao Deming said helplessly: "That was the last half bottle yesterday!"

The old man is a wine lover, but most of the time, like Zhao Deming, he only drinks Qingwa Daqu produced locally in Qingwa.

This wine is cheap, only three dollars and fifty cents a bottle.

Zhao Hanyu knew the old man and Zhao Deming's temper. After being scolded several times for bringing Moutai home, he stopped bringing good cigarettes and wine home.

Most of the wine in the house was bought by Zhao Deming. He would only buy a bottle of Moutai after receiving his salary to satisfy the old man's craving.

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but say, "Since you have invited Mr. Shen to your house for dinner, can't you buy two bottles of Moutai when you buy groceries?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Deming felt even more wronged.

He made an appointment with Shen Qiansan to have dinner at his house today, and he also remembered that they drank Moutai liquor last time they had dinner at Shen Qiansan's house. Therefore, when he came back from the office, he went to the store on purpose to buy two bottles of Moutai liquor.

But when we got to the store, we were told that they had sold out of Moutai.

What can he do if there is no Moutai to sell?

He said helplessly: "Dad, I really went to buy it, but it's not for sale!"

The old man felt even more puzzled and said, "No Moutai for sale? How is that possible!"

He would rather believe that Zhao Deming was talking nonsense than believe that there was no Moutai for sale on the market.

Moutai is not a cheap wine. A bottle costs almost a hundred dollars. How can so many people afford it?

Hearing this, Zhao Hanyu couldn't help but look embarrassed, and quickly said: "Oh... Grandpa... Moutai seems to be a bit in short supply recently... It's possible that Dad can't buy it... Well, I'll go see if there's any more in my car!"

"Is Moutai in short supply recently?" the old man murmured softly, a little bit in disbelief, and more of a feeling of wonder.

“It’s in short supply!”

Zhao Hanyu said affirmatively.

He was well aware of this.

How can Moutai not be in short supply?

Ever since they had dinner at Shen Qiansan's house last time, he and Wang Jianlin had heard that Moutai would appreciate in value, so they teamed up to buy up Moutai on a large scale in the market.

When the two of them came forward, anyone who sold Moutai would sell the liquor directly to them.

Some people even took out their home collections of Moutai when they heard that the two of them were going to buy Moutai.

For this purpose, Zhao Hanyu and Wang Jianlin also received a lot of old Moutai liquor.

Although most of them are not as old as the bottle of 30-year-old Moutai that Shen Qiansan drank at the beginning, there are still dozens of bottles that are several years old or even more than ten years old.

It can be considered an unexpected gain.

Not only that, Zhao Hanyu even made a special call to the managers of department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives, asking them to send all the Moutai liquor arriving in Qingwa City, no matter how much, to him.

After all this operation by him and Wang Jianlin, where is Moutai still available for sale on the market?

It is perfectly normal that Zhao Deming cannot buy Moutai.

However, Zhao Hanyu probably didn’t expect that his father would be scolded by his grandfather because of this.

At this time, Shen Qiansan probably knew what was going on.

Although he did not participate in the purchase of Moutai by Zhao Hanyu and Wang Jianlin, and was not even aware of it, when he saw Zhao Hanyu's expression and thought about the dinner at home, he guessed that all the Moutai on the market had been bought up by Zhao Hanyu and Wang Jianlin.

After all, he was the instigator of this incident.

Moreover, as a guest, he couldn't choose the wine, so he called Zhao Hanyu and said, "Hanyu, you don't have to run, just drink Qingwa Daqu, it's good."

"That won't work!" The old man disagreed at first and said to Zhao Hanyu, "Go get it!"

Normally he wouldn't let Zhao Hanyu bring good wine and cigarettes home, but this time Shen Qiansan was here, so it was a different matter.

"Third brother, just listen to grandpa!" Zhao Hanyu said, and ran outside quickly.

Inside the room, Zhao Deming and the old man were still wondering why Moutai was no longer available on the market. The two discussed it for a few sentences but could not come to a conclusion.

After a while, Zhao Hanyu came in with two bottles of Moutai and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I still have two bottles in the car."

There were really only two bottles in his car, which were given to him by someone yesterday. As for the Moutai he bought, he and Wang Jianlin found a place on the outskirts of the city to hide them.

When the Maotai arrived, the old man seemed very happy and smiled approvingly: "My eldest grandson is still capable, better than your father!"

Zhao Deming: …

He was completely speechless today. He had suffered several unexpected disasters in a row, and they were all the kind that he found difficult to refute.

The wine and food were ready, and the four of them started drinking and eating.

Most people discuss things at a banquet because after drinking a lot and the atmosphere is right, it is easier to talk about things.

But Zhao Deming and Shen Qiansan were not ordinary people. They both tacitly chose not to mention the business of today's meeting and only talked about some family matters.

This is a different level.

People at different levels have different ways of dealing with things and doing things, so we cannot generalize.

The meal didn't take long, and was over in less than an hour.

After having a good meal and a good drink, the old man looked at Zhao Deming and Shen Qiansan and said, "You two go and talk about your business. I will play a few rounds with my eldest grandson!"

Although Shen Qiansan never mentioned the purpose of his visit since he entered the room, even Zhao Deming did not say what he wanted to ask Shen Qiansan to come for.

But the old man is an old man after all, and he can see some things without being told.

So after finishing the meal, I took the initiative to speak.

Zhao Deming agreed: "Okay, Mr. Shen and I will go to the study to talk!"

After saying this, he led the way.

Shen Qiansan also greeted the old man and then followed Zhao Deming.

From behind, the old man's voice came: "Deming, don't chat too long, I still need Mr. Shen to play chess with me!"

"Okay!" Zhao Deming agreed reluctantly.

Soon, Shen Qiansan followed Zhao Deming into the study. After they sat down, Zhao Deming handed Shen Qiansan a cigarette and said straight to the point: "Tell me, why did you suddenly think of buying a state-owned leather shoe factory?"


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