Not long after the two of them sat down, the door of the private room was pushed open, and the proprietress walked in personally carrying a pot of steaming fried chicken.

"Mr. Li, you haven't come to eat for a long time. Today, when you came, our Lao Cao cooked for you personally. This chicken was made by our Lao Cao himself. I guarantee it will suit your taste."

The uncle stood up with a smile, took the porcelain basin from the proprietress and placed it on the revolving table before saying, "Sister-in-law, please tell Brother Cao to come over for a drink. I've been very busy recently, and I haven't seen Brother Cao for such a long time. I really miss him."

The proprietress nodded with a smile, "You two can eat first. I'll tell Lao Cao to come over and toast you two."

After the proprietress left, the uncle asked Yang Jing, "What good wine did you bring? Hurry up and fill it up. I haven't drunk for a week. I'm really craving for it."

Yang Jing took out two bottles of Wuliangye from the bag. The uncle grabbed one and took a closer look. Then he said in surprise, "Xiao Jing, where did you get this 1974 Wuliangye? How can you find such old wine everywhere? 1974 Wuliangye, wow, I have never drunk anything like it since I started drinking. Why is this wine so alcohol-free? Is it fake?"

The two bottles of Wuliangye produced in 1974 that Yang Jing took out were the Yangtze River Bridge brand Wuliangye, in white glass radish bottles with red labels, but there was really no alcohol content on them, so it was inevitable that my uncle would have such doubts.

Yang Jing shook his head helplessly and said, "Uncle, when have I ever brought you fake wine? This wine is Wuliangye produced in 1974, 60 degrees, but at that time, the real Wuliangye did not have a degree. If you have seen Wuliangye produced in that era with a degree on it, it is fake."

The uncle smiled and nodded, removed the wax seal and unscrewed the bottle cap, lowered his head and put his nose to the mouth of the bottle to smell it, and then said in an intoxicated manner: "This wine is very good. After so many years, the taste has not changed much. Yang Jing, uncle was just joking. You are an antique collector, and you have never been offended by such precious antiques. How can this Wuliangye be fake?"

Yang Jing took the bottle from his uncle with a smile, and while pouring wine for him, he said, "If I drink with you and I give you fake wine, wouldn't that be like slapping me in the face? Uncle, just drink it. This wine is guaranteed to be fine, and it's 100% produced by the Yibin Wuliangye Distillery."

The wine was poured into a white porcelain cup and had obviously turned yellow, with obvious stains on the cup. Fake wine could not produce such a good effect.

"Come on, let's have a drink together." The uncle picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Yang Jing's, and then took a sip of the wine, "Good wine! Really good wine! The alcohol content is much higher than the current Wuliangye, at least 60 degrees."

"Uncle, this is really good wine, isn't it? It's a 60% Wuliangye liquor that's been stored for more than 40 years. You can't buy a bottle of this without 50,000 or 60,000 yuan these days."

"Hmm, hmm..." The uncle nodded, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of steaming fried chicken and put it into his mouth, nodded again and said, "Not bad, it still tastes the same. It was made by Brother Cao himself. The guys in his shop can't make it taste this good. Come on, Xiaojing, don't be idle. This chicken must be eaten while it's hot."

Yang Jing didn't hesitate to pick up a piece of chicken wing with chopsticks and started to eat it.

Although this restaurant has a grand name, Yushantang, it is not actually very large, and it is located in a farmer's house under the canal embankment, so it is a small farmhouse restaurant. However, the cooking skills of the owner, Brother Cao, are really good. His fried chicken, stewed goose, fish head and spicy bullfrog are all excellent, so there are a lot of people coming to eat here every day. And most of the people who come to eat here are real gourmets. Even though the price is high and the location is remote, there are at least 20 cars coming here every day.

When Yang Jing was on vacation from college, his uncle brought him here to eat once. Since then, Yang Jing has fallen in love with the fried chicken and spicy bullfrog here.

After the father and son ate a lot, they put down their chopsticks.

"Xiao Jing, tell Secretary Yang later to finish the negotiations as quickly as possible. The price and other things have already been agreed upon with the city government. This negotiation is just a formality."

“Well, don't worry about that. I will contact Brother Tao tomorrow and ask him to tell Secretary Yang and arrange a time for us to meet with Secretary Yang together.” The Brother Tao that Yang Jing mentioned was naturally his eldest cousin Yang Tao. After the New Year, Yang Tao was transferred to Secretary Yang's side and began to officially serve as Secretary Yang's chief secretary. He has done a very good job in the past six months. Secretary Yang is at least very satisfied with this secretary.

"Actually, I originally wanted to call Yang Tao directly to tell him about this, but after thinking about it, I think it would be better to tell it through you." The uncle looked at Yang Jing and said.

"Hey, uncle, you think too much. You are familiar with my brother Tao, you can just tell him about this kind of thing. You also know that I am away from home all day long. If you can't find me for any problem in the future, you can just tell Brother Tao." Yang Jing said as he grabbed a few boiled peanuts, peeled off the peanut skins and ate two peanuts.

"Yeah." The uncle nodded. "Also, how about the funds you prepared? Once the deal is settled here, the next step is to renovate the factory. What needs to be demolished will be demolished, what needs to be replaced will be replaced, and what needs to be bought new will be bought new. All of this requires money. Your uncle doesn't have that much money to do these things."

Yang Jing grabbed a napkin and wiped his hands, then he took out a black gold card issued by the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China two years ago from his wallet and handed it over, "Uncle, there is 1.4 billion yuan on this card, which is equivalent to more than 200 million US dollars. Take it first, and we will talk about it if it's not enough."

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