Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

Half a month ago, the Judging Committee of the International Wine and Spirits Competition.

The review work has entered the most intense stage. During the review period, all judges are forbidden to use all perfumes and all aromatic substances, and are forbidden to eat all spicy and stimulating food. They eat standard meals like ascetic monks every day, just to eliminate all interference. Keep your tongue in the best condition to judge the best wine.

Now the six-member judging group is loaded with a bottle of liquor.

The judges present couldn't help chuckling, and said in English:

"After drinking so much whiskey, I can finally change it today."

"The world's top three distilled spirits, I hope to live up to its reputation."

"This is the field that Tang from Huaguo is best at."

When this sentence was brought up, the old man sitting in the tail seat nodded: "It is the national wine of our Hua Country, and it is also one of the wines I am best at brewing. But this bottle, it is better for my apprentice to evaluate it. "

The middle-aged man sitting behind him hurriedly responded, picked up the cup, watched its appearance, smelled its fragrance, and then took a light sip.

This person was the best winemaker who stood out in the spirits competition five years ago, and immediately joined Mr. Tang's seat after that, and everyone was looking forward to his evaluation.

The other party's expression changed slightly, and then he praised: "This wine is very full-bodied, and it is an excellent baijiu."

After a pause, he shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that we missed a little innovation."

"Is that so?" The lady sitting on his left picked up a glass of wine, took a sip in her mouth, and swallowed slowly, "Your Huaguo's baijiu is well-deserved, it is the richest in aroma substances among the three major distilled spirits, Asarum After one product, there are various levels of light fragrance that permeate the mouth."

"I have also drank a few bottles of baijiu, including your Baimao, but this wine is still a little different," said the man who cue Tang Lao before, "It is also a cellar fragrance, and Baimao is mainly thick, wrapped in a layer of gelatin It smells like burnt fragrant rice, but this one has a fresher flavor, soft and soft in the mouth, not easy to get drunk, and the mouth and tongue are not dry after drinking, it is quite refreshing, and seems younger."

The rest of the people have also started tasting this liquor, and they all gave out admiration. When they heard this sentence, some people thought of something: "I heard that the most popular liquor in Huaguo is the youth liquor launched by Qibao Company. It must be this one, it really lives up to its name."

"It's not necessarily true. The Roland red wine that was popular in Huaguo before, I can't drink it like this. It's hard to match the reputation." Professor Qiu said a Huaguo idiom in English, "Maybe a certain winery's output is extremely high. low treasure."

They chatted and lowered their heads to write down the assessment scores on their own papers.

The man sitting behind Tang Lao looked down and saw that Tang Lao gave this wine a high score of 97 points.

He had unconsciously clenched his hands tightly when everyone praised this liquor, and even trembled slightly at this moment.

Today's tasting is over, and the judges say goodbye to each other and leave.

Elder Tang walked towards the parking lot, while caring for the disciple who was exceptionally silent today: "You Rong, why don't you talk today?"

Qian Rongyou's expression was in a trance, and he suddenly came back to his senses when he heard this: "I'm sorry, teacher, I was busy collecting information last night."

In fact, he was thinking about the bottle of liquor he drank just now. The familiar and unique flavor was clearly brewed by Shen, and the shadow that once hung over his head crawled out of the grave again.

He had to figure out a way.

Before the blind tasting, this wine has already gone through the first round of component analysis, and this test will definitely pass, and the reaction of the judges also determines that it is likely to be shortlisted, so the only breakthrough is the last component analysis before the award ceremony .

"Still worried about the next wine?" Elder Tang comforted, "I know you are a late bloomer who made it through hard work, but you should also worry about your health. The super project of Baimao is indeed fiercely competitive, but you also not bad."

"I know." Qian Rongyou's expression settled down, he already had an idea.

Since it was possible to kill the surname Shen once back then, it is not difficult to kill him again now.

Sure enough, Qibao's youth series was successfully shortlisted. After some investigation, Qian Rongyou saw his old friend's name appear in the research and development team.

So, on the evening of the announcement, Qian Rongyou invited an analyst to a private restaurant on the outskirts of the city.

"Teacher Qian, hello, hello!" The visitor was overjoyed. They, who rely on instruments to read data, are far inferior to these wine tasting masters, and their attitude is very respectful.

"It's okay, sit down, this restaurant tastes good, enjoy it." Qian Rongyou smiled, quite approachable.

The two exchanged cups and glasses for a round, and the analyst was flattered, and finally couldn't help asking: "What is your business with me today?"

"There is indeed such a thing," Qian Rongyou showed a little hesitation, but the topic turned in another direction, "I remember that your son took the postgraduate entrance examination this year, and he took the entrance examination for Jinnong University? Jinnong University is good, but the pressure of competition is very high. .”

"Yes, yes," he said, "but I haven't found a suitable tutor after the initial test."

"I still have a quota under me, and I have a project on hand. I can issue an SCI in the first year of my career." Qian Rongyou threw out the bait.

The other party really took the bait: "I have something to worry about."

"Look at this." Qian Rongyou took out a piece of paper and handed it to the other party. On it was the number of the youth series.

He memorized the number of this wine that day. According to the practice of the competition, the second round of testing of the shortlisted wines will not change the number, and the software design of their computer is not reasonable. The analyst has the authority to view the revised data. It's the perfect breakthrough: "Deal with it."

He said the most important order, and pressed down with one hand to hint at the request. Just at this time, there was a sound outside the box, which seemed to be the waiter delivering food.

Qian Rongyou frowned unhappily: "Come in."

A tall, thin waiter came in, and he served the freshly prepared dishes with a natural expression, and it seemed that he didn't break through the conspiracy.

But even if he knew it, it had nothing to do with his interests, so Qian Rongyou felt relieved.

Going back to the present time point, after a rehearsal, everyone from Qibao went through a cutscene and got a general understanding of the process of the award ceremony.

Naturally, only the core group of people appeared at the awards ceremony, and the rest were brought over for a half-month tour along the way.

Unlike other people who were still frowning and worrying about their rankings, this group of live treasures almost flew into the car, joined the rest of them, and were about to head to a private restaurant.

This restaurant has been mentioned many times in the article, boasting that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth, and they don't know how much saliva they swallowed.

Mu Ye (Wen Li) himself is also looking forward to this meal. After being promoted to this position by the family who covets Qing's property, he has to act as an investment genius, and it has become a luxury to walk around the streets to find delicious food.

It's a rare opportunity to exchange for a long-term vacation. Wouldn't it be a waste not to satisfy the glutton in your stomach?

Qing Yan, who intended to make another wave of presence: unreasonable!

Everyone in Roland who can only eat lunch: We are so sour.

"President Qing, I plan to go out and eat alone." Manager Zhao, who came back from sick leave, was almost out of shape, with haggard written all over his face.

Even in the hospital bed, he was forced to take care of most of the work, and he could be said to have devoted himself to the company until he died.

However, after Manager Zhao returned to his post, the work was not going smoothly, whether it was not being able to clock in every day, the documents handed in were often lost, or there were some minor problems in the passed projects.Some things can be resolved through private discussions, but his colleagues have followed the most stringent system unselfishly.

After all, Manager Zhao has been a social animal for many years, so he immediately figured out some meaning from it - the company can't tolerate him anymore, and he doesn't want to pay the N+1 compensation, so he uses this method to force him to leave.

Sure enough, one month after he died, the HR department came to talk to him: "Manager Zhao, please resign yourself."

"why?"

"It's better for us to get together and leave, so that your reputation in the industry will not be stained."

Manager Zhao was trembling with anger, and finally bowed his head: "Then give me a week to transition."

Thinking that this person would leave soon, Qing Yan didn't say anything: "I'm not an example."

"Okay." Manager Zhao nodded and left, took out a handful of colorful pills and water from his pocket and swallowed them.

He looked back at Mr. Qing's so-called excellent team with strict orders, and slowly revealed a sinister sneer.

This time Qingqin and the others went to a small restaurant, not in the center of Kyoto where every inch of land is expensive, but in the outermost suburban area.

As soon as they got out of the car, they saw a boy in a blue down jacket holding a sign in his hand: "Would you like to eat? Go to our farmhouse, it's better than here!"

"No, thank you." Qing Qin wanted to pursue the legendary delicacies wholeheartedly, and led the staff like locusts to the small building in front of him.

On the side of the road is a dense bamboo forest, and a small white building is hidden in the forest, which is quite interesting to find a secluded place on a winding path.There is a plaque hanging in front of the building, with "Han Jia Cuisine" written in gold letters on a black background.

According to Qibao's usual extravagant style, Meng Yao spent huge sums of money early to book the entire venue. At this moment, the owner of the restaurant was already standing in front of the door, wearing a white chef's uniform, a tall hat, and a simple and honest smile.

He was born with a fat head and big ears, and a round belly. He looked like either a butcher or a cook, which made the people who were already looking forward to it even more convinced and eager for this meal.

This restaurant cooks Shandong cuisine, which is the most difficult among the eight major cuisines, with the most techniques and the most powerful skills. It is proficient in cooking, roasting, frying, frying, and is proficient in everything.

The two teams sat at a total of ten tables, and the senior executives sat with Qingqin. A plate and a dish were placed in front of each of them, with a wet towel on the side of the hand, and a glass on the right.

The first thing to show everyone is a dish with three non-stick dishes.

These three non-sticks are particular about not sticking chopsticks, plates, or mouths. The golden color lies on the plate, revealing a tempting sweetness.

Qingqin: "I understand the truth, but isn't this Henan cuisine?"

The audience was silent.

Wenli hurriedly smoothed things over: "Let's try it first, maybe it's a new dish from their family."

Qingqin picked up the mixture of egg, starch and white sugar with chopsticks, and Sanbuzhang slipped from between the chopsticks, leaving a little yellow, which is considered a point deduction.

What's more, the entrance of this chopsticks is not very sweet, but it has a strong eggy smell.

He commented: "The fishy smell is as heavy as a million points."

Wenli: ...

"Let's try other dishes."

This time, what turned to Qingqin was a dish of roasted sea cucumber with scallion, bright red color and tangy aroma.

Everyone dropped their chopsticks in disbelief, and after eating, their faces changed and they looked at each other.

Looking at their expressions, the article knew that they were going to suffer, so they picked up a chopstick and put it into their mouths, and then silently spit out the mouthful of sea cucumber: "I remember they used black jade ginseng before, why does this taste like pigskin?"

With these two dishes as the beginning, the next table of dishes was far less than their expectations.

When it was time to pay the bill, for the first time, Qingqin didn't spend the happiness of spending several zeros.

A loss, a loss.

But the owner of the shop who claimed to have an imperial chef in his ancestors came out wearing a chef's robe to see off the guests: "How is everyone's food?"

Not much to be honest.

Many people cast resentful expressions at Wenli, and Wenli stepped forward boldly: "It's not bad, but it doesn't seem to taste the same as before. I remember that the chef before was a tall, thin brother. .”

As soon as this sentence was said before, the face of the boss, who was originally smiling, became tense, and all the previous enthusiasm dissipated: "You have eaten here before, so it turned out that the chef was kicked out with dirty hands and feet."

It turned out to be like this, and everyone who heard this couldn't help being a little stunned.

Wen Li was even more astonished. The chef in his memory had a family background, and he was already quite skilled before he was an adult, and his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like someone who would do such a thing.

It's a pity that the boss has become impatient, and the group of them can only check out in a hurry and leave.

When Qingqin led the people out along the path, the boy in the blue down jacket who was rejected by them before came over again: "I don't think you guys are enjoying your meal, are you only half full? Why don't you go now We will ensure that you eat comfortably."

This time he pulled the scarf down, revealing a straight and handsome face, looking very reliable.

This kind of decoration is resplendent, and the restaurants that acquaintances have guaranteed are not very good, so Qingqin doesn't plan to go to any farmhouse.

Instead, Wen Li who was walking beside him was stunned: "Chef Han?"