Daughter's wine is better than the champion's wine? Of course Zhao Lei knew this, but he didn't save the wine for this reason.
It was after he saw the price of Moutai Liquor that day and thought of the prices of these liquors in later generations that he thought he should collect them.
Not to mention the cash it can generate at that time, but such good wine, if taken out at a banquet in the future, will definitely impress a group of people.
Unexpectedly, someone took the initiative to help him think of Qianqian, Zhuangyuanhong and Nv'erhong, but shouldn't these be yellow wine? For example, Huadiao or something?
But what about the wine is not impossible, "I just thought of this when I saw the wine that day."
"Then the wine becomes more fragrant as it is stored. Since I have a cellar at home, I will buy some wine." Zhao Lei explained awkwardly.
"Actually, I have bought several bottles." You can tell without even thinking about it that Ye Jiang knew about this because it was definitely Wang Ke who told them.
"As for wine, the more the better. When your son and daughter get married, if my husband and I are in Beijing, we will definitely come over for a drink." Hu Dajun didn't know whether Zhao Lei would return to Beijing when his son grew up and got married.
"I will definitely invite you to the wedding." There were not many elders who were kind to them, and Zhao Lei remembered how kind Ye Yun and his wife were to them.
“I think by that time, Uncle Hu, you should have retired, and maybe you have all returned to Beijing to work.” Even if they are transferred to Xinjiang Province to work, won’t they return to Beijing to work after retirement?
Returning to Beijing to work after retirement? Hu Dajun has never thought about such a distant thing. "We'll see how it goes when the time comes."
"We don't have a house in Beijing." If they had a house in Beijing, they would definitely come back after retirement.
But for those who don't have a house in Beijing, it doesn't really matter where they live after retirement.
Ah, Zhao Lei was really surprised. He took it for granted that Hu Dajun and his family had a house under their names. Who would have thought that they didn’t have one.
After thinking for a while, he tactfully suggested, "Uncle Hu, if possible, you should buy a house here in Beijing."
"Now that we have a house, even if you don't live in it, Xiaojiang and others can live in it in the future." Now everyone thinks that Beijing is good, but no one is obsessed with staying in Beijing.
For them, having a place to live, a job, a house, and family means they are family no matter where they are.
Looking at Zhao Lei who was seriously suggesting that they buy a house in Beijing, Hu Dajun was very happy and said, "It depends on the situation."
"You should have heard from your Aunt Ye that we should probably go to Xinjiang Province to work. Even if we get a house in Beijing, no one will live there."
"Brother Xiaojiang and sister are doing well. I wonder if they will return to Beijing to work in the future."
"Even if they return to Beijing to work, they can be allocated houses." Hu Dajun really feels that there is no need to buy a house.
This is the gap. They think that housing is something the company will take care of. Zhao Lei knows that changing their minds is not an easy task, so he did not continue to persuade them.
Hu Dajun came here to give him a drink ticket. "Xiaojiang is on your side. If you don't obey, don't be polite."
"Let him work more. When he arrives at the army, he will do everything by himself." Hu Dajun advised.
"Uncle Hu, don't worry, Xiaojiang is also my brother. He will do whatever Xiaoke wants to do."
Both of them are younger brothers and they have to be ordered around.
After seeing Hu Dajun off, Zhao Lei happily put the wine ticket in his ticket bag and said, "I'll buy some wine when I have time."
Although the expiration date is still some time away, Zhao Lei doesn't want to wait until the last minute to buy it. It would be better if this kind of thing arrived at his home earlier so that he could feel at ease.
The more Zhao Lei thought about it, the more he felt that he shouldn't waste time. Counting on his fingers, it was a good day yesterday.
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