Xing Baohua sat in the car, her eyes slightly closed, ignoring Sister Li.
She's very scheming; she probably only pretends to be innocent and naive.
One advantage of vintage cars is that you can sit in two rows, like on a green train, facing each other.
The front row is commonly known as the secretary's seat or the attendant's seat.
There's only one seat, and it doesn't even have a backrest.
If the boss in the back seat has long legs, he can put his feet up on it.
Xing Baohua did just that, with his legs crossed and resting on top of it, his eyes closed.
Seeing that Xing Baohua seemed very tired, Sister Li didn't dare to disturb him. Being stared at by the guards on the other side made her very uncomfortable.
Finally arriving at their destination, Sister Li remained silent about what she wanted to say.
The restaurant's food was good, including a Shandong dish called Nine-Turned Intestines, which Xing Baohua almost devoured.
Nobody knew that someone as powerful as Xing Baohua would have such unusual tastes.
Seeing that Xing Baohua was enjoying her meal, Liangzai even asked if she wanted to order another serving.
Xing Baohua waved his hand and said, "It's enough to just have a taste; if you eat too much, you won't be able to appreciate the deliciousness anymore. But the food at this restaurant is indeed quite good."
"I'm glad Mr. Xing is happy with his meal. This restaurant is very famous for its Northern cuisine. It's said that their ancestors were once imperial chefs for President Yuan Shikai," Liang's agent replied with a smile.
"Oh!" Xing Baohua knew who President Yuan was. Wasn't this the Yuan Shikai who had his portrait engraved on silver coins?
There was even an imperial chef in the household? Indeed, no matter how long an emperor reigned, his imperial chefs had to be of the highest caliber.
Sister Li, who was sitting next to Xing Baohua, would occasionally put food on his plate.
Everyone saw it and looked at it with disdain, but the person pretended not to see it. What could they do?
Since Hong Kong people rarely drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), it wasn't served at the banquet; instead, it was either beer or red wine.
Xing Baohua drank some red wine to warm his stomach.
When the food and wine were almost finished, one of the guards came in and said to Xing Baohua that someone wanted to see him.
Xing Baohua glanced at the guard, who then shook his head.
It's like they're expressing a message in a very tacit way.
The other party did not identify himself, and the guards had never seen this person before, shaking their heads to indicate that they did not recognize him.
After thinking for a moment, Xing Baohua said, "Please invite him in."
A short while later, a middle-aged man walked in; he looked to be around thirty or forty years old.
When he came in, he was holding a small porcelain bottle, which looked like wine.
As soon as he entered, everyone except Xing Baohua and Chief Producer Tian stood up.
It seems everyone else knows him.
Xing Baohua turned her head to look at the person who had come in, and the other person waved his hand and said, "Please sit down, everyone."
He then turned to Xing Baohua and said, "Mr. Xing, I apologize for coming uninvited."
"Who are you?"
"PolyGram, Mr. Zheng?" Liang Zai's agent didn't dare to sit down and answered promptly after Xing Baohua finished asking the question.
Upon hearing the other party's words, Xing Baohua knew who they were. This person was a big shot in the record market of Hong Kong, the mainland, Japan, and surrounding South Asia.
She has made many artists famous. So many that Xing Baohua can't even name them all.
"Come sit down." Xing Baohua didn't get up, but glanced at Sister Li's seat.
Fortunately, this Ms. Li was perceptive. She quickly tidied up her bowl and went to ask the waiter for a new set of bowls and plates.
Mr. Deng laughed heartily, walked over to Xing Baohua, and said, "I've heard that Mr. Xing is fond of wine. I happen to have a bottle of aged wine that's been around for decades. How about we drink together?"
“Okay!” Xing Baohua said, then looked at the porcelain wine bottle in President Deng’s hand.
The three characters for "Maotai" are very large and are the first thing you notice.
Although Xing Baohua rarely drinks this stuff, he still has some knowledge about fonts and bottles.
However, he couldn't recall having any particular style of wine that Deng Zhong was holding.
Of course, he didn't believe that the wine in General Deng's hand was fake.
It was just like a vase, with a neck and a round belly with streamlined lines, something he had never seen before.
It's probably an early, rare edition of Moutai.
While Mr. Zheng was pouring the wine, Xing Baohua noticed that there was a seal-like frame next to the Moutai with the words "Yushan" inside.
Yushan Moutai? What the heck?
After pouring the wine, General Manager Zheng looked at Xing Baohua, who was filled with doubt, and said with a smile, "Yushan Moutai is the most authentic Moutai among all Moutai liquors."
Xing Baohua was a little angry; this was taking advantage of his ignorance of Moutai!
Although I haven't drunk much, I've seen quite a lot!
He had never even heard of this brand.
"From the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, there were more than 20 distilleries in Maotai Town. The best liquor among them was called Jisheng Distillery. However, when Chiang Kai-shek retreated to the other side of the strait, he ordered all the distillery equipment, cellar mud, raw liquor, yeast, and master distillers of Jisheng Distillery to be taken back to the other side. He also selected Yushan, which has the best environment, as the best place for brewing liquor!"
After listening to the other person recount the history, Xing Baohua remained silent. He truly knew nothing of this part of history.
But can liquor that leaves Maotai Town still be called Maotai?
Xing Baohua is not a wine taster; he can only tell the quality of wine by its taste, but he cannot discern truly good wine.
Without paying attention to etiquette, he picked up the cup and tasted it first to see how it differed from the Moutai he was drinking.
The first sip is mild, somewhat like a light-aroma liquor.
I took another sip and confirmed that it was indeed a light and fragrant type.
This is no longer Maotai! It's the humidity, water quality, and aroma of the environment that made Maotai famous.
It's just a name, just like the Moutai wine that Xing Baohua drinks.
I was also attracted by those two words, "just one sip?" Moutai is just a name, it has nothing to do with alcohol.
Finally, Xing Baohua managed to get some baijiu (Chinese liquor), and he was hoping to satisfy his craving for it.
But after tasting it, I lost interest. The main issue was the dramatic emotional rollercoaster!
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