The waiter quickly brought a large jar of good wine.
Judging from the situation, we are going to have a party at noon today until we are drunk.
But Zhuang Zhou was not afraid.
Although he doesn't drink much on weekdays.
But he has never been afraid of anyone when it comes to drinking.
Especially beer.
There was no distillation technology in this era.
All the wines produced are low-alcohol, only about ten degrees.
Most of them use sorghum and rice to make wine.
Even those that are called strong liquor are only about 16 or 17 degrees at most.
Therefore, in movies and TV dramas, we often see ancient people drinking wine from bowls.
Even drinking from a jar.
"Come, open this Xinghuachun so we can drink a few more bowls today."
Mr. Qian asked his followers to open the wine.
Then they filled the bowl in front of each of them with wine.
"Everyone!"
At this time, Mr. Qian spoke:
"Today's game is organized by Mr. Zhuang, so logically he should be the one to arrange it.
But since I am a few years older than you, and today is a private gathering, I have to say something upfront."
Then he said to Zhuang Zhou:
"Everyone present here today is from the Chang'an Trading Company. We heard that Mr. Zhuang wants to join the company, but Chief Zhao hasn't expressed his opinion yet.
But rest assured, Mr. Zhuang, since we are here today to attend the meeting, we have made our position clear."
"Yes!"
Wang Zhigui then said:
“Old Qian has already told us privately that talents like Mr. Zhuang must join the association.
We are businessmen, we don't care about empty talk, we will support whoever can make us money."
"Yes, yes, that's what I think too!"
"Me too!"
“…”
Everyone started to express their opinions.
Zhuang Zhou could clearly feel it.
These people must have been bullied by Zhao Dewang a lot on a daily basis.
Among the merchants in Chang'an, Zhao Dewang was called the head of the business, which is almost the same as the president of a business society in later generations.
However, the president of this business society was not democratically elected.
Instead, he obtained it by force by relying on the power behind him.
Although the merchants have opinions.
But I dare not speak out.
That's why they were willing to let Zhuang Zhou join the club.
Zhuang Zhou had to express his position at this time:
"Everyone! You can rest assured, as long as I do business in Chang'an.
As long as there is money to be made, I will never forget everyone, and we will make money together."
“Okay, okay!”
Mr. Qian grinned:
"Master Zhuang is indeed a man of temperament. Let's follow the rules. Let's drink three bowls of wine first. From now on, we will be of one mind."
Damn it!
There is such a rule?
Zhuang Zhou looked at Wang Zhigui in confusion.
But Wang Zhigui smiled and nodded:
"Brother Zhuang, Mr. Qian has said so, let's see how you perform!"
What else is there to say!
The drinking table culture of later generations.
Even more than a thousand years ago, there was no way to hide.
But Zhuang Zhou actually forgot.
The drinking table culture of later generations is a legacy from ancient times.
"Come on! I'll offer the first bowl to everyone. I'm grateful that you all think highly of me and are willing to honor me today."
After saying that, Zhuang Zhou raised his head.
Gurgle gurgle~~~
I drank a full bowl directly.
What do you say about this wine?
Very bland.
There is also a slight bitter taste.
It's more like a fruit beer drink.
But it doesn't have the fruity aroma of fruit beer.
It doesn't taste very good anyway.
"Master Zhuang is indeed very courageous. Let's fill his glass again."
Gurgle~~Gurgle~~~
He drank two more bowls of wine.
Zhuang Zhou measured the wine cup like the ancients did.
He said he didn't keep fish.
"Master Zhuang is such a kindhearted person. Come, fill up Master Zhuang's glass again and let's drink one bowl together."
Zhuang Zhou: “…”
Damn it!
This isn't intoxicating though.
But my stomach is bloated!
But Zhuang Zhou really accepts everyone who comes.
He gulped down another big bowl.
"good!"
"Mr. Zhuang has a lot of it!"
“…”
The people present began to cheer for Zhuang Zhou.
Okay!
I didn't eat a single bite of food.
He drank four bowls of wine directly.
But in the eyes of everyone, these actions clearly showed Zhuang Zhou's attitude.
This is sometimes the case at the dinner table.
A person’s attitude towards drinking can often reveal his attitude towards life.
But now Zhuang Zhou's attitude made it clear to them all.
This kid is good!
Can deal with it!
Then everyone started eating and drinking to their heart's content.
Zhuang Zhou, on the other hand, was holding a wine cup, wanting to drink but looking very conflicted.
The expression on his face showed that he was not very satisfied with the wine.
Old Qian had sharp eyes and noticed at a glance that something was wrong in front of Zhuang Zhou.
Then he asked:
"Does Mr. Zhuang feel dissatisfied with Xing Huachun?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Qian, is this the best wine in Chang'an?"
"Of course. Xinghuachun is Chang'an's signature wine, the best."
I only heard Zhuang Zhou say:
"To be honest, Mr. Qian, I think this wine is just average!"
ah?
Old Qian immediately felt embarrassed.
For today's party, he personally presented the fine wine that he had collected for many years!
But now I heard Zhuang Zhou say that this wine is very ordinary.
Just when Mr. Qian was feeling quite dissatisfied.
Zhuang Zhou broke the silence:
"Actually, I came here for the party today and brought some drinks with me. Why don't you try some of the drinks I brought?"
As soon as the words fell.
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