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"Hahahaha!" The middle-aged man let out a burst of hearty laughter: "It is said that since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth. The ancients have not deceived me. This Mr. Zheng is really a great talent."

Zheng Zhixun said with some embarrassment: "I am only a rough mathematician, how can I be considered a great talent? If I say great..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Kai lightly kicked his foot from behind. He remembered the agreement he had made with Yan Kai earlier and kept silent.

But he didn't expect that his performance would further confirm those people's suspicions.

"It is fate that I can meet some young talents in Luoyang today. The wine bug is ringing in my stomach right now. How about I invite you all to have dinner at Xiyue Building? We can continue to chat."

Several teenagers looked at each other and were impressed by the middle-aged man's magnanimity, so they nodded happily and agreed.

"Mr. Yan, do you plan as usual later?" Zheng Zhixun asked softly as he moved to another private room.

"Of course, as usual, these people look very impressive at first sight, but our potential customers are such a rare opportunity!"

"Understood!" After Zheng Zhixun said this, he winked at Butler Zheng, who nodded and then withdrew.

Everyone sat down according to the guest of honour. Originally, Zheng Zhixun was not in the front row among these teenagers, but at this time, when everyone was sorting out their seats, they all consciously came behind him.

There is no other way, the master is respected.

Zheng Zhixun's performance today has convinced most of them.

Naturally, Yan Kai has no place and can only continue to stand behind Zheng Zhixun.

The food at Xiyuelou is served very quickly, and in restaurants of this era, there are only a few dishes. It can only be said that the meat is enough, but as for the dishes, there are really not many types.

The middle-aged man raised his glass and said, "Today I meet all the young talents, and it's really a revelation."

Although he was speaking to everyone, he was holding the cup to Yan Kai and Zheng Zhixun.

Fortunately, Zheng Zhixun was in the first place, so no one thought there was anything wrong.

The alcohol content at this time is already low. Although these young men from aristocratic families are still underage, they can still drink a little.

Zheng Zhixun tasted it and found that the wine was much lighter than the one steamed by Yan Kai.

He coughed slightly and said, "In addition to studying arithmetic on weekdays, I also try to make wine at home. I just brought two bottles today, why don't you help me taste them?"

"Oh? Do you know how to make wine?" The bearded man grabbed a piece of meat in his hand and bit off a piece hard: "Is that wine delicious? Bring Lao Cheng to taste it for you!"

"Yes!" Zheng Zhixun said and looked at Yan Kai. Yan Kai nodded, then went out and brought in a boy.

Then the two of them each held a porcelain bottle in their hands. According to modern measurement, one bottle could not hold eight taels of wine.

When the bearded man surnamed Cheng saw these two small red bottles, he immediately laughed out loud: "I said, you kid, I saw you were quite smart just now, why are you so stingy now? These two small bottles, give them to me, old Cheng , Isn’t that just a matter of one bite? It’s so unpleasant!”

Just when he finished speaking, Yan Kai pretended to stumble, and the wine bottle in his hand fell out of his hand, then drew an arc and smashed into pieces in the middle of the room.

The sudden change made everyone stunned, and then the bearded nose suddenly twitched hard.

"Huhu, what does it smell like? Wine!" A pair of eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the pool of wine in the middle of the room, casually wiping his hands on his clothes and running out.

"Huh..." After taking a deep breath, "Ha, the wine smells so good!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yan Kai with a reproachful look on his face: "You said you are such a big man, why can't you even hold a wine bottle?"

Unfortunately, I squatted on the ground, looked around, and finally found a concave fragment of a porcelain bottle with some wine inside.

Carefully twisting the porcelain piece with his fingers, he raised his head and put all the wine inside into his mouth.

"Gudong..."

Everyone watched his Adam's apple twitch, and after a while, he exhaled: "Ha, what a strong wine, good wine, good wine!"

After saying this, I felt even more pity. A pair of tiger eyes stared at the other boy holding the wine bottle: "Be careful, don't drop it again. Come, let Lao Cheng hold it for you."

The young boy felt his feet weakened when he was glared at by the bearded man. After listening to his words, he obediently handed over the wine, completely forgetting that he was supposed to deliver the wine to his own young master.

The bearded man carefully took out the plug and put it next to his nose: "Huh... yes, yes, that's the smell."

I wanted to raise my head and take a sip, but then I remembered that the occasion seemed inappropriate.

He walked up to the middle-aged man somewhat sarcastically and said, "This wine is really good. How about I, Old Cheng, try it for you first... have a taste?"

"You drunkard!" Although the middle-aged man said this, he still found the smell of wine tempting, but he was not a drinker after all: "This is the wine that Mr. Zheng brought out, how can you usurp the guest?"

Zheng Zhixun quickly stood up and said, "It doesn't matter."

Anyway, his goal has been achieved. Didn't you see that everyone in the room is looking at the red porcelain bottle?

"Didn't I admire Mr. Zheng's talents because of his great talent, so I helped him pour wine for everyone?" the bearded man said shamelessly.

After speaking, he came to Zheng Zhixun with the wine, looked at him and said, "Actually, young people, drinking too much is harmful to your health, so it's better to drink less!"

Then he picked up the porcelain bottle and carefully poured a little into the wine glass in front of Zheng Zhixun. He looked at Zheng Zhixun while pouring.

Zheng Zhixun smiled bitterly: "I'm not good at drinking, just a little will be fine!"

The bearded man immediately grinned: "Not good is good, not good is good. Drinking will cause trouble. You are good at arithmetic. If you drink too much and get dizzy, won't it be considered inaccurate?"

After speaking, he came to Fan Hao who was sitting under Zheng Zhixun: "You just calculated not as fast as Mr. Zheng, maybe you are not good at drinking either?"

Then Fan Hao was speechless, I don't think anyone is happy. What does drinking have to do with it? You look like an alcoholic. Is it possible that you can surpass me in arithmetic?

He has an outstanding family background, and even though he is young, he still loves wine, so he pretended not to understand and said, "He is quite good at drinking."

I thought that if I said this, the bearded man would get more. However, I didn’t expect that the bearded man would pour less for me than for Zheng Zhixun.

"Drink your ass, you little brat drinks so much, be careful your father will beat you up when you get home!"

After a round, it was estimated that a total of more than two taels of wine were poured out, which made the bearded man's painful face twitch.

After the guest finished pouring his wine, he returned to their group. The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a smile.

His face twitched and he said with a wry smile: "There really aren't many left!"