The return of Zhang Family Winery to Zhang Xuexian's hands gave him a feeling of being in a different world.
Although Jing Zhe owns half of the distillery's shares, Zhang Xuexian is very familiar with both the liquor production process and the distillery's operation, so he doesn't want to get involved.
After listening to Zhang Xuexian talk about a series of matters concerning recruitment and expansion, Jing Zhe simply nodded, greatly relieving Zhang Xuexian's pressure.
He was also afraid that Jing Zhe would interfere in everything, but for him, simply waiting to get his share of the money was undoubtedly the best option.
Jing Zhe lingered in the winery for more than half an hour before taking Hanhan to the main street.
His boasting was interrupted by a simpleton, so he decided to relive it, but the reality was quite different.
Few pedestrians on the street have actually seen him. Even if they have, it's only from a distance. If he suddenly appears on the street, he's just a slightly handsome passerby. Who would recognize him?
The reason it was so popular in the morning was because everyone knew that he would spend the night on the pleasure boat and come out of Wuxian Garden in the morning.
But Jing Zhe was not willing to give up. He walked back and forth on the street several times and finally found a small group of three or five people who were discussing him and Shui Diao Ge Tou.
"This 'Prelude to Water Melody' can be considered the greatest Mid-Autumn Festival poem of all time!"
"Indeed, Young Master Jing's talent is unparalleled in the world!"
"If only I had the chance to meet Young Master Jing!"
"..."
Jing Zhe was overjoyed and quickly went over, coughing once.
The group turned around and saw a handsome stranger; they all frowned.
Jing Zhe didn't mind and said with a smile.
"I heard you want to see Young Master Jing? I—"
"What do you mean, 'who are you'?
"Whom do you have any connection with that we want to see?"
"We're busy, get out of the way!"
A few words were enough to shut Jing Zhe up, and when they turned around, they started whispering to each other again.
"What's the use of a man being so good-looking?"
"Yeah, that's how men should be, that's normal!"
A man with a round face said proudly.
"I've heard that Young Master Jing is also short and stocky-looking, with an extremely ugly appearance. That's the epitome of a man!"
The others echoed his sentiments.
"Holy shit—"
If it weren't for Hanhan stopping them, Jing Zhe would have given them a good beating.
But then he felt somewhat relieved, realizing that the general public had only heard of his name but didn't actually know him.
Otherwise, he would end up like those famous celebrities of later generations, where even going to the toilet would attract cameras and fans would say things like, "Wow, such a beautiful butt is used for pooping," which is not the life he wants. This is good enough.
After wandering aimlessly down the street for a while, bored out of his mind, Jing Zhe suddenly had an idea of where to go.
"Let's go to Wuxian Garden!"
"..."
After a moment of hesitation, Hanhan said, "Young Master, isn't it inappropriate to go to Wuxian Garden in broad daylight?"
"Yes, it's not very good."
Jing Zhe nodded, "Then you shouldn't go."
"..."
Damn it, what are you trying to prove?
...
During the day, Wuxian Garden is similar to other brothels and is not open for business, but the gate is still slightly ajar, and servants from the garden come and go from time to time, seemingly buying daily necessities or something.
Jing Zhe quickly pushed the door open and went inside.
Of course, Hanhan also came in under the guise of "protecting the young chieftain".
"Young master, we—"
The main hall of Wuxian Garden was in a mess because of the poetry gathering held the night before. The servants were busy cleaning up and tidying up. When they saw someone coming in, they wanted to tell him that it was not yet time to open for business.
But he stopped halfway through his sentence.
"Is that Young Master Jing?"
People on the street didn't recognize Jing Zhe, but the servants in Wuxian Garden had witnessed his extraordinary performance last night. When they realized it was him, they immediately became much more polite.
"I've come to see your garden owner!"
Jing Zhe nodded and smiled. This was the treatment that the top talent of Anguo should receive. Those bumpkins on the street would never understand!
“Our garden owner…”
Logically speaking, Wang Yingqiu would not meet with outsiders in private, especially during the day, and it would be a man.
However, considering Wang Yingqiu's fondness for poetry and Jing Zhe's poetic talent and reputation, the servant changed his mind at the last minute.
"Young Master Jing, how about this? You sit here for a while, and I'll go upstairs and ask the owner of the garden for you!"
Jing Zhe nodded, and the servant went upstairs.
Jing Zhe surveyed the hall with great satisfaction, and said to Hanhan with a hint of pride, "Hanhan, what do you think of our family business?"
"..."
Hanhan was completely bewildered: "Young Master, isn't this Wuxian Pavilion's property? How did it become ours?"
"hehe…"
Jing Zhe smiled without saying a word. A son-in-law is like half a son. Wuxian Pavilion will be his in the future!
After thinking about it, he realized that he had already established close relationships with two of the four major sects, which was quite impressive.
Although he knew someone at Tongtianque, it wasn't a very good relationship, so he decided against it.
A short while later, a servant ran downstairs, looking at Jing Zhe with an embarrassed expression.
"Young Master Jing, our garden owner said... said she's not here..."
In fact, Wang Yingqiu usually only told people to say "Our master is not here" when refusing them, but today she insisted on adding "Our master said," which made the servants feel strange.
In fact, Wang Yingqiu deliberately told Jing Zhe, "I'm upstairs, but I don't want to see you!"
Even Wang Yingqiu, the dignified outer disciple of Wuxian Pavilion and the master of Wuxian Garden, has such an arrogant side.
"..."
Hanhan, standing next to Jing Zhe, gestured with his chin: "Young Master is just spouting nonsense. Even Master Wang doesn't want to see him..."
Jing Zhe chuckled, then looked up and shouted, "The owner of the garden is so heartless! You treated me like that last night, and this morning you're ready to pat my butt—"
"..."
She looked aggrieved, just like a woman who had been seduced and abandoned and was now seeking revenge on her husband.
The simpleton covered his face: This is so embarrassing, I don't know him...
The servant stared, mouth agape: You can do that?
Jing Zhe was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
"Shut up!"
Immediately afterwards, the sound of a door being slammed open and staggering footsteps came from upstairs. Then, Wang Yingqiu, her hair disheveled and clothes somewhat rumpled, appeared outside the third-floor railing, glaring fiercely at Jing Zhe before growling in a low voice:
"Get up here right now!"
After saying that, he walked back, and then slammed the door shut with a loud bang, as if he wanted to kill someone.
Jing Zhe smiled, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Look how polite Master Wang is, inviting me upstairs!"
After saying this triumphantly, he instructed Hanhan, "Master Wang only invited me upstairs, you just wait for me down here!"
"..."
After he went upstairs, the servant asked after a long pause, "Is this always Young Master Jing's style?"
Hanhan shook his head: "We're not familiar with each other."
"..."
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