Shenhao started as a rent collector

Chapter 294 scared to cry
In the 50s, a talented winemaker was born!

The wine he brewed is fragrant!
The taste is even better!
Everyone who has tasted it is full of praise, and has no intention of drinking other brands of baijiu.

It is precisely because of this that through his continuous optimization and improvement of the Moutai formula, the mellow and fragrant taste has continued to this day, dominating the domestic liquor market.

Everyone in the industry is looking forward to this genius, who will bring Moutai to a higher level!

In 1955, the bad news came!
After trying a new wine-making technique, the genius had an accident and passed away.

And he finally tried a new wine-making technique, and successfully brewed one hundred bottles of Moutai, which undoubtedly became a swan song!

In order to remember him, the Moutai company numbered the hundred bottles of Moutai starting with 1950. (Genius joined Moutai in 1950)
Full name: 1950 out of print Moutai.

Also known as: King of Moutai!
The Golden Ping Moutai produced by Moutai Company on the market is imitating the appearance of the out-of-print Moutai in 1950.

However, to imitate is to imitate appearances at most!

The inner things are really too far behind.

It is completely different from heaven and earth!

What's more, there are only a hundred bottles of the swan song left by the talented winemaker back then.

One can imagine how precious it is!

Even if the president of a small country visits, he may not be able to have a drink.

And as an honorary sommelier of the old man, let alone drink it, he has never even heard of it.

Don't doubt it!
No exaggeration at all!

It's so outrageous!

It can be regarded as the biggest regret of the old man as an honorary sommelier.

So--

I thought that after so many decades of consumption, the king of Moutai has disappeared!

But now a bottle appeared in the live broadcast room.

Can the old man not be excited?

Not to mention the relapse of excited heart disease.

He is 100% willing to let him taste the king of Moutai and then die!
Correct!
Since we can still meet each other in our lifetime, we must try our best to have a taste.

The old man immediately picked up the mobile phone that fell on the ground excitedly, and continued to hold the fat man's hand tightly.

"My dear grandson, how do you play the live broadcast, please ask me, is this wine sold?"

You know, the old man is almost 90 years old.

It stands to reason that one foot has stepped into the coffin.

But at this moment, the fat man has a suspicious expression on his face.

Fuck, a person who will be 90 years old soon, with so much strength?
"Grandpa, you scratched me."

"Oh oh oh!" The old man hurriedly let go, and then continued: "My good grandson, please help grandpa ask, do you sell wine?"

"Grandpa, don't we still have a few boxes of this Golden Ping Moutai at home, why should we buy it?"

"The bottle of wine in the live broadcast room is not the golden bottle of Moutai, but the king of Moutai." The old man couldn't help but grabbed his grandson's wrist again.

"what?"

King of Moutai!

Although Fatty doesn't know what the King of Moutai is, when he hears the name, he is very explosive, and he is very big, isn't it?
At the moment, he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately asked the old man:
"Okay, Grandpa, I'll ask now... By the way, how many bottles do you want?"

What?
Hearing the elder grandson's words, the old man almost hiccupped, and gasped for breath, covering his chest.

"Grandson, how many bottles did you just ask me for?"

"Could it be that there is more than one bottle in this live broadcast room?"

The fat man nodded truthfully, and said casually: "Yes, there are a total of twenty bottles in the live broadcast room, no, strictly speaking, there are only nineteen bottles left, one bottle has been opened and used for cooking, and the rest are piled up in the kitchen on the floor."

boom!
The voice fell, like a thunderbolt hitting the old man.

You must know that the talented winemaker of the year left a total of [-] bottles of swan song.

As a result, twenty bottles actually appeared in this seemingly inconspicuous little live broadcast room.

Most importantly, an open bottle is used for cooking!

The rest piled up on the kitchen floor.

"?????"

Is it so pretty?

The old man's breathing became more and more rapid, and his heart beat even faster, and he clasped the fat man's wrist tightly:
"Grandson, you didn't lie to grandpa?"

"Grandpa, why should I lie to you?"

"Okay, okay." The old man's face was frighteningly rosy from excitement.

"You help grandpa buy it now, as many as you have, and as many as you buy, I will take it all."

The fat man didn't dare to go against his grandfather's wishes, so he quickly picked up his mobile phone and left a message in the live broadcast room.

After a while, someone has bid up to 9 yuan for a bottle of Jinping Moutai.

The fat man thought for a while, and typed: "I'll offer 10 yuan, as much as I want, even if the bottle is opened and used for cooking, I will accept it!"

Although 10 yuan is purchased for a bottle of Jinping Moutai, the price is already a bit inflated.

But as long as grandpa is happy, he is willing to pay the money.

Ran goose-

When the old man saw the message that the fat man was about to send, his face turned dark, he was so happy!

Snapped!
A forceful slap was made on the fat man's forehead.

"You little bastard, you are ashamed to ask for 10 yuan. That is an insult to the king of Moutai, understand?"

The old man was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he raised his hand to hit him again!
Fatty was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged, and said with an aggrieved face, "Grandpa, what price do you think is appropriate?"

The old man took a deep breath, thought about it, and said cautiously: "First bid 300 million, if it doesn't work, we can increase it."

When the fat man heard the quotation, he felt even more wronged.

300 million, twenty bottles.

On average, a bottle of 15!

Why is it an insult to bid one hundred thousand a bottle?
So speechless!

But who made the old man a grandfather and himself a grandson?

The grandson must listen to the grandfather.

He immediately re-entered and wrote: Twenty bottles, packaged, 300 million, I want them all!

After writing, there was no rush to send it out.

Instead, give grandpa a look first.

That's always okay, right?
Ran goose-

Can be a yarn!

The old man was so angry that he blew his nose and stared, and dunked the fat man's head.

"Are you crazy? I said a bottle of 300 million!"

"How much, how much?"

The fat man was scared to pee, a bottle of 300 million?

Grandpa, are you serious?
"I'm more real than Pearl, hurry up and quote, if it's too late, I'll slap you to death."

Fatty: "..."

I'm afraid I'm afraid!

Really scared!

If grandpa hits another dunk on his head, he thinks he might die!
He hurriedly rewrote: "Mincheng Wangjia Tobacco and Liquor Co., Ltd. wants to buy all the Maotai liquor in the live broadcast room. A bottle is 300 million. The contact number..."

Only then did the old man put down the wrench in satisfaction, and waited for the other party to reply.

wrench?

Where did you get the wrench?
When did grandpa get the wrench?
Fatty: "?????"

Coauthored that I really walked through the gate of hell once!

Scared to cry on the spot~
……

At this time, the country houses.

Hearing the chattering outside, Zhang Mu was finally woken up!
what's the situation?
Is it so hard to sleep?

He got up and stretched, scratched his chicken coop-shaped hair, and slowly opened the door and walked out.

(End of this chapter)