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Chapter 59 Mao Jiang
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Suddenly, as if a fuse was lit, a dark crowd surged toward Sikong, all of them with unkind expressions.

"Attention, all groups, attention, all groups! The bait operation was successful for the first time, please be alert, be alert!"

You Pingwei was also hiding in the crowd, holding the boy in his arms, his face solemn, and giving orders one after another.

But the boy looked at Sikong not far away with a bit of appreciation in his eyes, just like an elder's expectation for a younger generation.

"That's right, there are ruffians, but also courage. Such a person may not be strong, but he must live a long time. He can boil others to death!"

The boy laughed loudly, and then, like an angry child, he broke away from You Pingwei's arms, saw a colorful butterfly flying by, and chased after the butterfly recklessly.

"What are you doing!" You Pingwei's complexion changed.

"Go and see..."

You Pingwei took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart: "There is no organization and order! I really don't understand how the military would allow these people to exist, they are all a bunch of ruffians!"

"Hey, hey, Chief Qian, my friends from the Intelligence Bureau..."

The undercurrent began to surge, but underneath the noisy crowd, there was a murderous intention that could not be unleashed.

Sikong watched the burly man with a tiger's head and a swallow's neck approach, but his eyeballs rolled around, scanning the entire crowd.

The group of tourists in front of them, including the furious man in front of them, although they didn't like him, didn't have the slightest killing intent, they just wanted to beat themselves up.

After all, it was just a farce, and it did not rise to the situation of life and death.

This is the reality, not those appalling novels where people kill people in a street rage because of some minor incidents.

Even if someone wants to kill him, it must be the murderer!
It's a pity that the snake hasn't come out of the hole yet.

Still waiting to see the situation.

That being the case...

Sikong looked at the big man with a ferocious and unfriendly face, and suddenly said with a playful smile: "Big brother, big brother, forget it, I am also greedy, everyone is a foodie, why should a foodie be a foodie?"

"That's it! I'm not going to taste food, I'm going to taste wine!"

The big man was a head taller than Sikong, his walnut-sized eyes glanced down at Sikong, and snorted coldly: "You're so smart! Tasting wine? I also like to drink a couple of glasses, so don't go!"

Sikong's face turned bitter: "Brother, no, I've already made a bet. If I don't go, I will lose face to others. If I lose face to others, my wife and son will despise me, despise me, and I will commit suicide. If I commit suicide, I will die." want……"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The palm of the big man's futon stopped Sikong Nian, wrinkled his nose, and said in a muffled voice: "You can also taste it, but you must taste the wine of Maotai Group's chief brewer, Master Mao Jiang!"

Sikong raised his eyes, suddenly realized, and said shamelessly: "Brother, do you have a grudge against Master Mao Jiang? Hehehehe..."

The big man's eyes widened and he said fiercely: "Good or bad?!"

"Pinpinpin..."

Like a chicken pecking rice, Sikong nodded one after another, without hesitation, he walked towards Master Mao Jiang, where the wine was brewed.

He looks like a little person who lives on the wall.

Seeing that Sikong is so knowledgeable, the big man nodded in satisfaction, looked at Master Mao Jiang not far away, and spit secretly: "Look at your appearance, Sun Zai!"

And the young man who fought against injustice and was an intermediate food chef seemed to be forgotten by everyone.

Standing where he was, his face flickered, he didn't want to leave or stay.

Very embarrassing.

After what happened just now, Sikong undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people.

At this moment, many people saw that Sikong's visitor was not friendly, and rushed towards Master Mao Jiang's brewing place.

"Wine tasting? Isn't he a food taster!"

"Nonsense, when did he play the card according to common sense? Just now it was not tasting food, it was clearly appreciating porcelain!"

"The utensils used by Master Mao Jiang are improvised pots kneaded from Guanyin soil. His evil idea will be gone now."

Sikong turned a deaf ear to the voices of discussion in his ear, but he was thinking in his heart.

A master in this industry should not be underestimated.

Originally, I thought that with the magical function of the eye of origin, I could easily find problems in the diet and lead people's hearts.

Unexpectedly, he used the Eye of Origin twice just to bet against a master.

Although he won, it was a narrow victory, and luck accounted for most of the reasons.

Originally, the Eye of Origin could only be used three times a day.

But since Sikong's vision has greatly improved, the number of times it can be used has also increased. It has been increased by one time, and can be used four times a day.

It seems that to upgrade the Eye of Origin requires a combination of spiritual domain and eyesight.

Sikong thought to himself, his thoughts then condensed to the next tasting.

Good steel is used on the blade. In the last two opportunities to use the Eye of Origin, one must choose a top master with a high status, even among the masters.

Fight for the final word!
And this is the case with Master Mao Jiang.

Knowing oneself and the enemy, and winning a hundred battles, Sikong quickly connected to the second world information database.

Mao Jiang's ancestors were a large family in the Wind Curtain Star Territory. They were engaged in various industries, and they firmly controlled the grain and salt industry. They were a behemoth, and they were the leading conglomerate in the Wind Curtain Star Territory.

But in Mao Jiang's generation, the family was in decline. Due to the property disputes within the company, the entire consortium became empty overnight and all properties were removed.

And his parents mysteriously disappeared.

Mao Jiang went from a pampered young man to a hungry scavenger.

This year, Mao Jiang was just 20 years old.

Afterwards, Mao Jiang went away to a distant starry sky, and never heard from him again.

Once this trip is gone, it will be a hundred years.

But when he returned to his hometown again and returned to Fenglian Starfield, he became a master brewer. He even held three top wine springs, and quickly established the Maotai Group. Ninety percent of the market share!

Become a liquor tycoon in the Wind Curtain Star Territory.

After that, he acted even more vigorously and uncovered the enemies of the past.

Even if this enemy is backed by a big force, deeply entrenched and almost spread to the political party, he is still uprooted by him and destroyed in a flash!
His experience is like a legend, and he himself is like the protagonist of this era.

To this day, his story is still circulated throughout the Wind Curtain Star Territory. Even junior high school textbooks use his story as a text.

This person is absolutely strong.

Also a real master.

That's why Sikong chose him.

Agreeing to a man with a tiger head and a swallow neck is nothing more than pushing the boat along with the flow.

Today, he planned to make a big splash.

Come to a real feast of life and death!
It took a lot of effort for Sikong to squeeze into the crowd, and even the space overlapping technology seems to be in a state of high-load operation at this moment.

Pushing and shoving, Sikong came to the stream.

A half-old man whose face was engraved with the traces of time, and vicissitudes fell in his eyes, but settled into memory, used his rough hands to dig open the soil bit by bit, and took out a clay jar from the soil.

Wearing some mottled, light green military uniform with faded cuffs, gray trousers that are a bit worn out, even stained with mud.

His movements were gentle and unhurried, and the entire noisy crowd turned into a gentle breeze and drizzle in front of him.

Ordinary clothes have become his unique charm at this moment. Even if he only saw it once, he would not dare to forget it.

He is Mao Jiang.

(End of this chapter)