Presidential Studies

The next day, Mr. Zhen still got up early, and he habitually took out his mobile phone to check the time, but it still showed the domestic time, and it was already past [-] pm in China.

Qin Jinnian sent him a new message at noon, reminding him not to forget to wear a coat when going out.

Mr. Zhen wiped his face with a smile and replied hello.

As soon as he packed up and went out, he bumped into Carlos who was looking for him.

"real!"

Carlos came up to meet him and happily embraced Mr. Zhenzong's shoulders. He looked like a good brother and was in a good mood.

"I'm coming to call you, come on, breakfast is ready."

Because the Briar Rose Manor is huge, there are many servants who help in the garden. There are several cooks who prepare three meals a day for Carlos. This is still the case when there is only Carlos as the master in the garden. —his parents were at another estate.

Perhaps because he took care of Zhenzong's taste, the breakfast prepared by the cook was more oriental, with some pasta and tea porridge.

After the two finished their meal, Carlos took Mr. Zhen to the wine cellar.

The wine cellar of the Wild Rose Manor covers an even larger area, but because it is built underground, it cannot be seen from the outside.

They walked from the dining room to the back of the manor. The closer they got to the entrance of the wine cellar, the fewer servants there were until they came to a warehouse-type building.

There are four guards standing guard in front of the warehouse door, all of them are muscular and armed men. These people are the guards of the wine cellar.

In addition to the four in front of the door, there are many guards behind the scenes. After all, the wine cellar is the most important part of Briarrose Manor.

Carlos used his face unlock to open the door to the cellar, revealing a long tunnel.

Mr. Zhen watched from top to bottom, inexplicably remembering the movie called Death Train he watched with Niannian before, how similar the framing was, he shivered secretly, and couldn't help but hide behind Carlos .

Fortunately, there are many staff members in the cellar, and the popularity is fresh, breaking the weirdness of the illusion.

Taking the underground scooter, Carlos took Mr. Zhen to a door-shaped house, which was the room where the bitter tree wine that Mr. Zhen made was originally placed.

The two of them came today to taste the results.

The staff may have been notified in advance and waited here early, just waiting for the arrival of the two, and then poured them two small glasses of amber reddish fermented rice.

Mr. Zhen took a shallow sip, and the initial bitter taste permeated his mouth, but with the washing of alcohol, it did not have a special taste. After swallowing it all, a sweet aftertaste would appear in his throat.

"We have tested these bottles of bitter tree wine brewed by Mr. Zhen in advance. They are very authentic. I can't believe it is the first time for this person to do this."

The staff praised him sincerely in F language, which really made me feel very happy.

You should like it every year.

Thinking so in his heart, Mr. Zhen thanked the staff again, and then walked around the wine cellar with Carlos.

Wild Rose has a wide range of wines, and she just tasted the famous styles, and when they left, both of them were slightly drunk.

Mr. Zhen's face was a little red, and his sharp eyes became moist again. He had no choice but to say goodbye to Carlos, go back to the room to rest, and wait until the afternoon to discuss cooperation matters.

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Back in the room, Mr. Zhen took off his coat and sank into the rocking chair by the French window.

Leaving outsiders, his drunkenness became more obvious, his eyes were half-opened, as if he couldn't open them, and the corners of his mouth were always smiling.

Qin Jinnian also received news at this time.

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Niannian: What is brother doing?

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Mr. Zhen looked at the news, and then at the time, it was past eight o'clock in China, Qin Jinnian should have finished his dinner.

In fact, Qin Jinnian is actually just off work at this moment. After all, there is no one at home recently, and Qin Jinnian will take advantage of this period of time to work overtime to catch up with the progress. His short-lived efforts have moved the group of vagrants in the company who volunteered to 996 every day. burst into tears.

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Mr. Zhen: A little drunk...

Mr. Zhen: Poor.jpg

Niannian: What's wrong?

Niannian: It should be noon now.

Mr. Zhen: I went to the wine cellar with Carlos, but I just tasted it, but some of them were quite high.

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Although Zhenzong was drunk, he could type smoothly, but he was a little sleepy and weak.

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Every year:......

Niannian: Mix it up, it's easy to get drunk.

Year after year: Sigh.jpg

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Qin Jinnian came back with three messages in a row, with a trace of helplessness in his tone, but he was mostly concerned after all.

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Niannian: Take a break?

Mr. Zhen: Well, I plan to take a nap.

Niannian: Then go to sleep.

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Mr. Zhen looked at the message in the dialog box in a daze, and typed out the answer with his fingers, but before he could click send, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He nestled in a half-moon chair, his hair scattered in front of his forehead, the sunlight that penetrated the window lightly hit his face, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow, like a sleeping elf in the world, harmless and beautiful.

The author has something to say: Mr. Zhen: Drunk.

Qin Jinnian: Why am I not here?Wrong billion, thank you.