Happy Tycoon

It didn't take long for the two of them to sit down, the door of the single room was pushed open, and the lady boss walked in with a pot of steaming fried chicken.

　　 "Mr. Li, you haven't come to eat for a long time. Today, when you come, our old Cao personally cooked the chicken. This chicken is personally made by our old Cao. It is guaranteed to suit your taste."

The old uncle stood up with a smile, took the porcelain basin in the hands of the proprietress, and placed it on the rotating table. Then he said: "Sister-in-law, you will tell Brother Cao later and ask him to come over for a drink. I have been busy during this time. It's very, I haven't seen Brother Cao for so long, I really miss him a little bit."

　　 The lady boss smiled and nodded, "You two eat first, I will tell Old Cao to let him come over and toast two wines for you two."

　　 After the lady boss went out, the old uncle asked Yang Jing, "What good wine did you bring? Hurry up, open it up, this hasn’t been drinking for a week. I’m really greedy."

Yang Jing took out two bottles of Wuliangye from the bag. The old uncle grabbed one and took a closer look. Then he said in surprise: "I said Xiaojing, where did you get the Wuliangye from 1974? How can your kid find this old wine anywhere? Wuliangye of 1974, tusk, I have never drunk it since I drank it. Alas, why doesn’t this wine have a degree? Is it fake?"

　　 The two bottles of Wuliangye from 1974 that Yang Jing took out were the kind of Wuliangye from the Yangtze River Bridge, a white glass radish bottle, and a red wine label, but there was really no degree on it, so it is inevitable that the old man would have such suspicions.

Yang Jing shook his head helplessly and said: "Uncle, when did I bring you fake wine? This wine is Wuliangye produced in 1974, 60 degrees, but at that time, the Wuliangye that is the most serious has no degree. If you have seen Wuliangye produced in that era with a degree on it, then it is fake."

The old uncle smiled and nodded, buckled off the wax seal and unscrewed the bottle cap. He lowered his head and put his nose to the mouth of the bottle and smelled it. Then he became intoxicated and said, "This wine is very good. Run taste. Yang Jing, uncle was joking just now, your kid is playing with antiques, and you have never looked at such precious antiques. How could Wuliangye be fake?"

Yang Jing smiled and took the wine bottle in the old uncle's hand. While pouring the old uncle, he said, "If I drink with you, I still get fake wine. Isn't that a scratch on my ears? Uncle, you can drink it. The wine is guaranteed to be okay, 100% produced by Yibin Wuliangye Winery."

　　 The liquor was poured into a white porcelain cup, it was obviously yellowed, and the hanging condition was obvious, fake wine could not achieve such a good effect.

"Come on, let's go with my father and son." The old uncle picked up the wine glass, touched Yang Jing, and took a sip of the wine, "Good wine! Really good wine! The degree is much higher than the current Wuliangye, at least It must be sixty degrees."

　　 "Uncle, this was originally a good wine, okay? I have put Wuliangye with 60 degrees for more than 40 years. If you don't have such a bottle of five or sixty thousand this year, you can't get it."

"Uh, uh..." The old uncle nodded, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of steaming fried chicken into his mouth, nodded again and said, "Yes, it's still the taste, which was made by Brother Cao himself. Yes, the guy in his shop can't make this kind of taste. Come on, Xiaojing, don't be idle, this chicken has to be eaten while it is hot."

　　 Yang Jing is not welcome, grabbing a piece of chicken wing from his chopsticks and gnawing on it.

　　 Regardless of the name of this restaurant, it is Yushantang, but the actual scale is not large, and it is still open among the farmers under the canal embankment. It can be regarded as a small farmhouse restaurant. However, the craftsmanship of the owner, Cao Ge, is really good. The fried chicken, stewed goose, fish head and spicy bullfrog he makes are outstanding, so there are always a lot of people who come to eat here every day. And most of the people who come to eat here are real gluttons, even if the price is expensive and the place is not so good, at least twenty cars come here every day.

　　 When Yang Jing came back from college when he was in college, his old uncle brought him here for a meal. Since then, Yang Jing has liked the fried chicken and spicy bullfrog.

　　 After eating wildly, the two of them put down their chopsticks.

　　 "Xiao Jing, when you look back, you talk to Secretary Yang and let the negotiation end as quickly as possible. Anyway, the price has already been negotiated with the city. This negotiation is nothing more than a formality."

"Well, don't worry about that. I will contact Brother Tao tomorrow and ask him to tell Secretary Yang and arrange a time for us to meet Secretary Yang." Brother Tao in Yang Jing's mouth is naturally his lobby. My brother Yang Tao is now, and Yang Tao transferred to Secretary Yang next year and started to officially serve as Secretary Yang's secretary. He has done a good job in the past six months. Secretary Yang is at least very satisfied with this secretary.

　　 "Actually, I wanted to call Yang Tao directly to talk about this, but after thinking about it, I think it's better to say it through you." The old uncle looked at Yang Jing and said.

"Hey, uncle, you think too much. My brother Tao, you are not unfamiliar. You can just tell him about this kind of thing. You also know that I don’t have a family all day long. When it comes to me, you can just tell Brother Tao.” Yang Jing grabbed a few boiled peanuts as he said, peeled off the peanut skins and ate two peanuts.

"Yeah." The old uncle nodded, "Also, how about the funds you have prepared? Once the talks are done here, the next step is to renovate the factory. The demolition, the exchange, the purchase, You need money to buy new ones. Your uncle and I don’t have that much money to do these things."

Yang Jing grabbed the napkin and wiped his hands. Then he took out a black gold card issued by ICBC only two years ago from his wallet and handed it over, "Uncle, there are 1.4 billion national currency on this card, which is equivalent to The U.S. dollar is more than 200 million points. You can hold it first, and then say if it is not enough."

The old uncle is not welcome, he took the card directly, and said, "It's still you kid, your uncle, I haven't mixed a black gold card for so many years, your kid has only been a few years now, this The black gold card says to take it out."

Yang Jing grinned, spread his wallet, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you like that card, take it whatever you want! This is the American Centurion Black Gold Card, and this one is the Centurion Black Gold of China Merchants Bank. Card, this is a black gold card of Citibank, this is..."

"Well, you kid, this is giving me eye drops, right?" The old uncle interrupted Yang Jing with a wry smile, "I will take this card first. After the company account is established, I will transfer the money. I'll return the card to you after I get to the company account. Well, also, let your accountant come back and sign a loan agreement together. The brothers still clearly settle the accounts. It's better to go through all the formalities between our father and son. Nice. But the interest on this money is gone. Your old uncle, I am very poor now."

　　 Yang Jing laughed loudly, "Uncle, don't talk to me about interest, it's funny."

"Knowing that your kid is a rich man, the interest will be used to rescue the old uncle. It is estimated that the money will be paid back to you at least five years, so besides no interest, your kid will have to wait at least five years before giving me this. I can’t afford to pay the money in advance."

"Hey, old uncle, if you don't want the money, this money will be your nephew. As for asking you for money, it is impossible. Okay, let's not talk about the messy things. Let's go..."

　　As soon as the two men put down their wine glasses, Cao, the owner of the restaurant, walked in with a tray on which was placed a porcelain basin and a bottle of liquor.

"Yeah, Yang Jing is here, but I haven't seen you for a long time. I said Aaron, I just heard your sister-in-law say you are here. I came here as soon as I finished my work. This is the best of your father and son. I personally made the spicy bullfrog I like to eat. And this bottle of wine is old sorghum wine that I have put in for more than 20 years, and taste it together."

"I said, Brother Cao, come on here, and what kind of wine do you have? Why, don't you think that the wine of the brothers is not good? I will tell you, today this wine is a good wine that Yang Jing brought, and I put it for more than forty Wuliangye of the year, you will taste this wine later."

　　 Old Cao glanced at the bottle of wine on the table, his eyes lit up suddenly. Almost none of these people who are both chefs and bosses do not love wine. This old Cao has been a cook for more than 30 years, and he has been a boss for more than 10 years. Naturally, he is also very good.

　　 "Hey, then I will use Yang Jing's light to taste this Wuliangye that has been stored for more than 40 years..."

　　 After Old Cao sat down, he and Yang Jing met three wines in a row, and he was naturally full of praise for this old Wuliangye.

But he didn’t sit here much. After all, he knew his uncle again. Today, Yang Jing and his father and son are also guests here. It’s natural for Cao to come to toast three wines as the boss, but if he sits for a long time, then It’s not the same thing~www.readwn.com~ If you wait for the guests to leave and Cao left Yang Jing and his father and son, then naturally you can drink whatever you want, but now, if he sits here Over time, it will be out of compliance.

　　 Old Cao is also an old gang, and naturally understands this truth, so after drinking three drinks and chatting for a while, he found an excuse to go out.

"Hehe, this old Cao is so enthusiastic, he has to give a bottle of wine every time he comes. And although the wine he gave is not a high-end wine, at least it is old wine that has been used for more than ten years. It's very strange that with his good wine character, how did he survive these old wines." The old uncle grabbed the bottle of sorghum wine left by Lao Cao and said with some emotion after looking at it.

"In fact, this kind of old wine of more than ten and twenty years is also common. Now many liquor franchise stores carry old wines. I just don’t know the true and false details. If you can find a franchise store that knows the basics, it’s still there. Old wines can be purchased for a long time, but the grades are not high. It is estimated that Lao Cao also bought those old wines in this way." Yang Jing said.

　　 The old uncle shook his head without making a sound.

　　 Yang Jing asked: "Uncle, how long do you estimate the factory will take? How long will it take after you can officially produce? I'm ready to get you the order."

The old uncle shook his head and said, “Don’t worry about this. The most important task now is to completely take over the National Cotton Mill. After taking over, there are too many things to organize, adjust, and arrange personnel. If you want to officially produce, I guess it will be half a year later. It was estimated that it could not be produced a year ago, but it will be next year."