Winter days are much shorter. When Wang Tianxiao arrived at the Wenyuan Hotel, it was exactly 5:30, and it was already dark.
Unlike the silence and darkness of the mountains at night, the city nights, though not as dazzling with neon lights as in later times, were still much brighter than other places because of electricity.
Several 2,000-watt lights were installed on the outer wall of the Wen Yuan Grand Restaurant, illuminating the surrounding roads, buildings, and city grounds as if it were daytime.
Sigh, when will we get electricity on our mountain?
Wang Tianxiao thought enviously.
There's no electricity in the village right now, so getting electricity to the mountain will be even more difficult; it'll probably be next year at the earliest.
As long as a power line reaches the village, even if it costs more money, they will install their own pipelines to send electricity up the mountain as soon as possible.
Even someone who has lived in modern society for decades will find some things inconvenient when they return to an era without electricity, no matter how positive their mindset is.
After giving the wild game to Lao Zhang, Wang Tianxiao was about to go upstairs to talk to Zhang Wenyuan about the deer blood wine when he ran into Zhang Wenyuan coming downstairs. So after Zhang Wenyuan finished explaining things, Wang Tianxiao showed him the deer blood wine, and the two of them went back to the second floor together.
I settled down in Zhang Wenyuan's office.
Zhang Wenyuan looked at Wang Tianxiao with a smile, observed him for a while, and said, "Old Wang, have you been working hard lately?"
"Why do you ask that?" Wang Tianxiao smiled as well.
"Look at you, you look exhausted. Your dark circles are so bad you look like a panda."
Wang Tianxiao then smiled wryly and said, "My wife recently gave birth, and then some other messy things happened around me, so I haven't been getting enough rest."
"You need to take care of yourself," Zhang Wenyuan said, putting his legs up on the desk, picking up a pack of cigarettes, taking one out, and tossing the pack to Wang Tianxiao. "Want one?"
"Forget it, I won't smoke." Wang Tianxiao shook his head.
“It’s okay to have one now and then, it can help you relax. Why are you being so careful?” Zhang Wenyuan lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and laughed. “A man should treat himself better.”
Wang Tianxiao recalled an advertising slogan from later generations, which seemed to have a similar phrase, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.
“By the way, the deer antler velvet you gave me last time…” Zhang Wenyuan smiled meaningfully, “has already been used, and the customer was very satisfied. You’ve done me a great favor, so I should give you some compensation.”
Wang Tianxiao shook his head. "No need. That thing was a gift from me. As long as it's useful, that's fine." He fiddled with Zhang Wenyuan's cigarette case in his hand. "Besides, that thing isn't something you can have often. After all, there's only one deer."
"Haha~ That's true."
Zhang Wenyuan laughed heartily, "Old Wang, I don't know why, but every time I see you, I feel very relaxed. You have a kind of calming feeling about you. Why do you think that is?"
"Really?" Wang Tianxiao said dismissively. "I'm just an ordinary person. It's my good fortune to have gained the favor of a big boss like you."
"No, no, I mean it."
Zhang Wenyuan stubbed out his cigarette in the enamel ashtray and let out a long sigh. "As we agreed before, we'll split the profits from the deer blood wine equally."
“Yes, that’s fine,” Wang Tianxiao nodded, then added, “But you should be careful, deer blood has a shelf life. You should store it at a low temperature and not leave it for too long. If it’s left for too long, its efficacy will be greatly reduced.”
Zhang Wenyan smiled and said, "Old Wang, do you really think that people who buy this kind of wine need the effects of deer blood wine?"
Wang Tianxiao was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what Zhang Wenyuan meant.
Often, for those important figures, confidence is more important than actual ability. They may just want to gain even a tiny bit of power from something like deer blood wine, so that they won't appear too useless at crucial moments.
It's entirely a psychological effect.
"It still has some practical benefits, especially for the elderly and people with weak qi and blood."
“I know,” Zhang Wenyuan said with a smile, fiddling with the lighter in his hand. “They actually know too.”
Wang Tianxiao smiled again.
"By the way, you said last time you'd give me one kilogram of deer blood every month, is that okay?"
Wang Tianxiao thought for a moment and realized that he had two deer, one large and one small, but the doe was pregnant and he couldn't draw too much blood. So he said, "It depends. If one kilogram isn't enough, one jin should be fine. You just need to give me half the money."
Zhang Wenyuan nodded, then suddenly asked, "Old Wang, do you really need the money?"
Wang Tianxiao was stunned. "Why do you ask that?"
“I have a feeling,” Zhang Wenyuan said with a smile, “that with your abilities, you shouldn’t have a hard time making money. In my opinion, you could make money in an easier way. You probably haven’t looked in the mirror. You look like you’ve aged a lot since I first met you.”
Wang Tianxiao was stunned. He hadn't noticed that at all. The lighting at the station was poor, and he hadn't really looked in the mirror carefully.
As the saying goes, an outsider's perspective is often clearer. Zhang Wenyuan didn't have many opportunities to meet him, which is why he was able to notice this point more clearly.
That should be correct.
“I have a suggestion, why don’t you consider it?” Zhang Wenyuan said again.
Wang Tianxiao immediately shook his head. He knew what Zhang Wenyuan wanted to say, and smiled, "Everyone has their own ambitions. Maybe I'm more suited to the more arduous kind of work."
This time, it was Zhang Wenyuan who was stunned.
After a moment, he smiled wryly and said, "Old Wang, you really are an interesting and clever person."
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Wang Tianxiao had originally planned to go to the police station to see if he could pick up his knife, but it was too late, so he had to wait until next time.
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