Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 341

After figuring this out, Zhang Yang's tense nerves quickly relaxed again. He took out his phone and glanced at the messages on WeChat, and quickly leaned his head on the seat and fell asleep.

Zhang Yang invited Han Mocheng to have a drink together in the evening. Naturally, it was Zhang Yang's treat.

The car first drove back to the hotel where Zhang Yang stayed. After parking the car, Zhang Yang strolled to the window of Han Mocheng who was following behind.

"Did you bring a change of clothes in the car? Let's go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes? After fishing for a day in the sun, it's sweaty and baited, you're going to stink!"

Han Mocheng shook his head: "No, I don't pay much attention to this kind of thing. I'm a gentleman and I don't have a lady. I can make do with it! All my luggage is at my residence, I didn't bring it in the car!"

"Brother Yan's figure is about the same as yours. No way, let me help you deal with a suit first?"

Han Mocheng waved his hand: "It's really not necessary, you can just do your work! I'll stay in the car for a while, and deal with Qiu Wu's problem by the way!"

"Okay, call Ang if you have something to do!" Seeing the other party's resolute attitude, Zhang Yang waved his hand, turned his head and went upstairs.

After returning to the room to take a shower, he simply changed into a cooler T-shirt, and Zhang Yang led his team members down the stairs.

"Drink at night, drive less expensive! Everyone crowd!"

"Do you want to eat meat? It's okay to squeeze!" Wang Yan grinned when he heard that he could drink at night.

"It's impolite to come and not to reciprocate! You can't let people spend money all the time, let's go back and find money! Don't be too presumptuous at night, drink at your leisure, and it won't affect tomorrow's competition!" Zhang Yang explained with a smile.

"Don't worry, everyone counts!"

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As they walked, they whispered a few instructions, and soon everyone filed into the Transit van that attracted the most people.

Zhang Yang's team currently has seven fishermen here, and a loaf of bread is enough for one car.

"Let's go! The address has been sent to you!" Zhang Yang sat in the cab and honked the horn at Han Mocheng, then lowered the window and said loudly.

Han Mocheng nodded, gestured an ok gesture to Zhang Yang, and quickly started the car.

A large loaf of bread, a Cruiser off-road vehicle, the two cars turned onto the avenue, and soon walked towards the hotel that Zhang Yang had reserved.

Ah Qing's private kitchen.

A restaurant with a very simple name, opened in a room along the street next to a residential area away from the main road in the downtown area.

This place is a high-voted recommendation that Brother Yan asked local fishing friends in the fan group. The store is not big, with only six small private rooms, but there are many gourmet diners. It belongs to the kind of treasure restaurant hidden in the market.

When Zhang Yang called to book the room, it was less than five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was only the smallest private room left.

When it comes to eating delicious food, Zhang Yang is far less talkative than Zhao Bingguang and others, but Zhang Yang's conditions are better now, and there is nothing wrong with occasionally spending in a slightly better restaurant, let alone invite Han Mocheng to dinner at night.

The car was parked in the parking space, and Zhang Yang walked around with a group of people to get out of the car.

"Yes! You can order a table at this kind of place! I have been here with my friends several times before, and several times they were full of customers! The eight-treasure duck and the secret pig's trotter here are very delicious!"

After Han Mocheng got out of the car, he looked up at the simple and even plain hotel signboard, with a faint look of anticipation on his face.

"Let's eat whatever is the signature dish! Mr. Zhang will pay for all the expenses tonight!" Zhang Yang slapped his chest with indescribable heroism.

"You guys are welcome! The food here is not cheap!"

"No matter how expensive it is, how expensive can it be? Is it more expensive than eating seafood big coffee?"

Zhang Yang's country buns are full of style when they enter the city. In his cognitive concept, a seafood meal worth tens of millions of dollars is basically considered a top match.

"Uh, almost!" Hearing this, Han Mocheng grinned and said nothing.

After seeing the menu, Zhang Yang realized that he had been careless.

A palace eight-treasure duck, 688, a private crystal elbow, 888...

It's acceptable that the dishes are more expensive, meat and vegetables with main dishes and side dishes, add up to eight people, order ten dishes, it's almost the same.

What made Zhang Yang even more collapsed was the drinks. Damn it, craft beer usually costs tens of dollars a bottle, and white wine is even more exaggerated. On the last page of the wine list, Zhang Yang even saw 15-year-old Moutai...

Fortunately, none of these guys are very particular, so they ordered some beer casually, and no one touched the expensive liquor.

After everyone finished ordering in the lobby, they entered the private room under the guidance of the waiter.

Han Mocheng didn't come in with everyone, but consciously slowed down.

When he followed up, he was carrying two bottles of Moutai with yellowed paper shells in his hand.

"Damn it! Young Master Han can't handle it? Did you bring the Moutai under the drink list?"

Zhang Yang frowned subconsciously when he saw the Moutai packaging box, "Damn it, this stuff is so expensive, it's not drinking, it's life-threatening!"

With Zhang Yang's greeting, everyone else focused on the wine in Han Mocheng's hand.

Everyone here has drank Moutai, but none of you have ever drank the kind with yellowed carton packaging.

To be honest, this group of people drink old Moutai, they are also chewing peonies and throwing away everything. Only Zhou Chu, who hardly drinks alcohol, has a little knowledge of wine tasting.Others, including Zhang Yang and Meng Fan, were given for nothing.

Han Mocheng pursed his lips and smiled, put the wine on the table, and opened one of the packaging boxes casually.

The lid of the wine bottle inside has been opened, and the mouth of the bottle is sealed with a thick layer of plastic wrap. If I guessed correctly, it should have been opened before, and it was sealed again before I finished drinking it.

"This wine was here when I came to dinner with my friends! I didn't expect to come here today. One bottle has not been opened, one bottle has been opened, and there is still about a catty of seven or eight taels left! Everyone is happy, Feel free to taste it!"

With Han Mocheng's explanation, everyone's mood eased a little.

The wine that existed here before was barely acceptable.

After all, if you buy it from a store, a bottle of old-fashioned Moutai can cost six figures at every turn. If you eat a meal and drink a car, even if Zhang Yang has a little money, he won't reach the level of nouveau riche.

"Try this first. If it's not enough, I still have some soy sauce wine in the car. I'll get it later! There's a competition tomorrow. You may not be used to the craft beer here. Besides, beer and Chinese food are always a bit unsuitable. It's better to order it on the whole." Let it be white!"

When it was all said and done, everyone didn't get too entangled, so Zhang Yang nodded, accepting it.

Aged wine is old. Once the seal is opened, half a cup has just been poured down, and the room is already full of fragrance.

Han Mocheng asked the waiter for a small wine glass that cost one yuan a cup, and poured Moutai for everyone very skillfully.

Today's atmosphere is not right, the food has not been served yet, everyone has become a lot more cautious.

A thought even flashed through Zhang Yang's head.

What does Han Mocheng's family do?It is acceptable to drive a Cruiser to play games, and there are old Moutais in every restaurant that Zhang Yang randomly finds. This background is more than enough for Xiao Mengfan in the team.

(End of this chapter)