The seller of the heavens

Zhou Mingrui didn't think too much about it:

"It's good to take a break. To deliver food, you need to run outside all the time. Rain or shine, it's really not good for your health."

Dong Li was afraid that Jiang Chen's so-called poor health was just an excuse, but it was actually for reneging on debts, so she asked tentatively:

"Since you are not in good health, have you been to the hospital? What did the doctor say?"

Jiang Chen stated the doctor's diagnosis, and then said:

"Now I need to rest and recuperate for a period of time before going for an examination."

Dong Li saw that what he said seemed to sound like a lie, so she nodded:

"That shouldn't be a big problem, as long as you rest for a while, you can continue to deliver food. Otherwise, you will have to pay for rent, food, and medical expenses every month, which is really difficult."

After a pause, she continued:

"You don't need to rush to pay back the one hundred thousand yuan you owe Mingrui. I heard that food delivery is also very profitable. I think it will take a few months to pay it back."

She deliberately brought up the matter of owed money, naturally to remind Jiang Chen, lest he forget.

Jiang Chen also heard what Dong Li's words meant, and didn't say much, but nodded calmly.

When he just opened the shop before, Dong Li treated him well and behaved politely. After his shop closed down, the other party's attitude became much colder, as if he didn't answer.

For people like Dong Li, Jiang Chen has seen a lot of food deliveries in the past few years, so he doesn't care.

There are many people in this society who have an inexplicable sense of superiority towards delivery people, and look down on delivery people, Jiang Chen has long been used to it.

Jiang Chen didn't talk much about himself, looked at Zhou Mingrui and asked:

"You are looking for me this time, besides eating, should there be anything else?"

If it was a private dinner for two, Zhou Mingrui would not bring his girlfriend over.

Zhou Mingrui nodded and said:

"Actually, I came to you this time mainly to talk about one thing. Lili and I are getting married, and we plan to ask you to be our best man."

Jiang Chen cupped his hands in congratulations:

"Congratulations, is the wedding date set?"

"It's fixed, it will be on the 16th of next month."

Jiang Chen asked how many best men there were.

Zhou Mingrui said that there are three in total, one of which Jiang Chen also knew, a friend who often played together when he was young, and the other is Zhou Mingrui's relative and cousin.

Jiang Chen said:

"Okay, if you need help at that time, just let me know."

"Then it's settled."

Zhou Mingrui was not polite to Jiang Chen either. After a pause, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"By the way, the bridesmaids that Lili hired are all very beautiful. Then you have to seize the opportunity, maybe you can bid farewell to being single."

Dong Li curled her lips unobtrusively after hearing this, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Zhou Mingrui let Jiang Chen, a food delivery man, be the best man, which already made her feel ashamed.

Now she still wants to match Jiang Chen with her best friend, Dong Li feels extremely uncomfortable.

Her best friend is either a college student or a white-collar worker, and Jiang Chen is just a food delivery man with a low education.

In Dong Li's opinion, Jiang Chen was not worthy of her girlfriend at all, but she didn't refute it because of Zhou Mingrui's face.

Dong Li knew that Zhou Mingrui was very loyal and valued brotherhood, and she didn't want to be snobby in front of her boyfriend, but she couldn't help holding her breath.

Jiang Chen didn't know Dong Li's thoughts, and didn't care about Zhou Mingrui's words. He didn't have any thoughts about dating now, and all he thought about was time travel to make money.

Love is nothing, he just wants to make money.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen chatted with Zhou Mingrui about the wedding arrangements, what time would he need to arrive, and whether there were any requirements for the best man's clothes.

Through Zhou Mingrui's narration, Jiang Chen gradually realized that getting married is really a very tedious and tiring thing.

After chatting about the wedding arrangements, Jiang Chen remembered something, his heart moved, and he asked:

"I remember that Uncle Zhou seems to have a hobby of collecting?"

"Yes, after the family had some money a few years ago, he liked to go shopping in those antique shops and bought a lot of fakes."

Speaking of his father's hobbies, Zhou Mingrui couldn't help complaining.

In his opinion, his father is a person who is addicted to food. After reading a few books and hearing a little experience from others, he felt that he was very good. A lot of money.

Fortunately, the old man was still restrained, and the antiques he bought every time were cheap, and the maximum price would not exceed 20,000.

Jiang Chen asked again:

"Does Uncle Zhou collect wine, such as Maotai aged wine and other rare wines?"

Zhou Mingrui shook his head:

"Wine, he likes to drink a few sips, but he has no hobby of collecting. Why do you suddenly ask this question?"

Jiang Chen stated his purpose:

"I went back to my hometown some time ago and found two bottles of 84-year-old Moutai from the old house, and I wanted to sell them."

Dong Li doesn't drink baijiu, but she also knows that Moutai is very expensive. At this time, she couldn't help asking curiously:

"Is Moutai from the 1984s worth money?"

"It should be quite valuable."

Zhou Mingrui replied to his girlfriend, and then said to Jiang Chen:

"Well, let me ask my dad for you to see if he understands the market. Even if he doesn't understand, he knows other collectors. Maybe someone wants to buy your wine."

Jiang Chen also felt that it made sense when he heard the words.

Zhou Mingrui has always acted swiftly and resolutely. After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called his father.

"Hey, Dad, do you know anyone who likes to collect Moutai old wine? My friend Jiang Chen has two bottles of Moutai from 1984 and wants to sell it."

"Oh, got it, okay, okay, then I'll wait for your call."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Mingrui said to Jiang Chen:

"My dad said that he does know someone who collects Moutai, so he should call first and ask."

"Thanks."

Jiang Chen expressed his thanks, and then added:

"I can't tell whether this wine is real or not. Do I need someone to appraise it first?"

Zhou Mingrui kindly helped him introduce buyers. He was afraid that if Moutai was found to be fake after it was brought out, it would embarrass Zhou Mingrui.

Zhou Mingrui also saw Jiang Chen's concerns, waved his hand, and said indifferently:

"It's okay. If someone wants to buy it, they will definitely find a professional to appraise it."

Jiang Chen nodded, he felt relieved after hearing what Zhou Mingrui said, and said with a smile:

"If this deal is done, I'll treat you to dinner again."

The two have been old friends for many years, and Zhou Mingrui was not polite to Jiang Chen, jokingly said:

"Okay, then I will record it for you, so don't renege on it then."

Jiang Chen and the two were chatting and laughing, while Dong Li on the side lowered her head and searched the price of Moutai in 1984 on her mobile phone.

She was surprised to find that the wine was worth tens of thousands, and she was overjoyed immediately: In this way, Jiang Chen can pay back the money after selling the wine.

At that time, she can still take the opportunity to ask Zhou Mingrui to buy her some luxury goods.

It's just that Zhou Mingrui cares about face and will not take the initiative to ask for debts. She also wanted to urge Zhou Mingrui to get the money back quickly, so that Jiang Chen didn't pay back the money when he got rich, and dragged on the debt.

Dong Li ate the food absently, thinking about how to get Zhou Mingrui to take the initiative to ask for debts.