Zhuang Zhou doesn't know much about liquor.

But the bottle in front of me is a table.

Naturally it can't be cheap.

Looking at the old man's expression, he seemed to value this bottle of wine very much.

Zhuang Zhou was even more certain that this wine was not cheap.

So he smiled and asked:

"Why is this wine good?"

“This is the Moutai I have treasured for twenty years.”

The old man became angry again when he talked about alcohol:

“Speaking of which, I bought this for my granddaughter when she turned two years old.

I wanted to keep it for myself, but I couldn't bear to.

Now that I see you're popular, I might as well sell it to you!"

As the old man spoke, he actually felt a little emotional.

This wine is like an old friend who is about to leave you.

Still with a lot of reluctance.

"How do you sell it?"

Zhuang Zhou asked.

He is still very confident about Moutai.

The last time I went to Chang'an, I promised to get a few bottles for Brother Qin Min.

If the wine tastes good, I can bring him a bottle.

After all, this is twenty-year-old Moutai.

"Look, young man, this is the original white tissue paper packaging.

To be honest, I really don't want to sell this wine.

But I believe in the saying that wine meets the right person.

Selling it to you today is a good deed and also fate.

I'll sell it to you for fifty-eight thousand, right?"

Fifty-eight thousand?

This isn't cheap at all!

"Can I see it?"

"sure."

Zhuang Zhou took a closer look and found the date conversion on the packaging.

It has indeed been more than twenty-one years.

Looking at the packaging, it also has a very vintage feel.

"Okay! Then buy this one."

Zhuang Zhou didn't hesitate much.

A big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Drinking a bottle of Moutai that costs 58,000 yuan is not too much, right?

Zhuang Zhou paid the bill and directly swiped 58,000 yuan from his pocket money.

The old man found a new packaging box to put the Moutai in.

Handed it to Zhuang Zhou.

After saying thank you, Zhuang Zhou walked out of the store with the Maotai.

The old man behind me was full of reluctance, with tears in his eyes.

As soon as Zhuang Zhou went out, he called Meng Xuan and told her that he had arrived.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xuan said she was already waiting at the door.

When Zhuang Zhou arrived at the gate of the community, he saw Meng Xuan waiting for him.

"Hey, Zhuang Zhou, I told you not to spend money recklessly, what did you buy?"

"Liquor."

"Where did you buy it?"

"There's a tobacco shop about 300 meters ahead."

"Oh, is the boss an old man?"

"Yes. Why? You know him."

Meng Xuan was stunned for a moment and said:

"How much did he sell it to you?"

"Fifty-eight thousand."

“So expensive?”

"Just kidding, this is twenty-year-old Moutai. I made a profit."

Meng Xuan smiled and said nothing more:

"Let's go! My uncle is cooking today!"