Ring Town

() As night falls, people suppress the movement of the day, and release it through the night.

Although Zhuangyuange Hotel is a medium-sized hotel, but because of its good location, there are also many vehicles at this time.

Beautiful and fragrant cars are intertwined under the flickering neon lights, making the gentle night color a bit ambiguous.

Standing in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, Chu Feng was confused by the noise and temptation outside.

I thought yesterday was just a beautiful dream, but everything turned out to be real. The waste station in the heaven really existed, and the mutton fat jade bottle was lying quietly in it, and it had been filled with a catty by Chu Feng. liquor.

The dark and inconspicuous ring was currently being worn on the ring finger of the left hand, and even bright lights could not shine on it.

Chu Feng gently stroked the dark ring with his fingertips, feeling a blood connection in his heart, as if the ring was a part of his body.

"Huh..." Chu Feng breathed out a long breath, and his eyes became more confused, like a person who has been looking forward to winning a big prize all day, but one day he suddenly won a huge prize, but he doesn't know what to do.

……

"Chu Feng, room 218 needs a bottle of 5-year-old, 53-degree Moutai."

Jiang Congcong's melodious voice interrupted Chu Feng's chaotic thoughts and forced him back to reality.This beautiful girl is in charge of the front desk of Zhuangyuan Pavilion Hotel and has a good relationship with Chu Feng.

Chu Feng shook his head vigorously, and smiled at the sexy Jiang Congcong: "I'll send it right away."

Jiang Congcong's beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons, leaned close to Chu Feng, and said with a smile: "This bottle of wine has a lot of commission, you want to treat it."

"Well, I will definitely invite you." As Chu Feng said, he leaned close to Jiang Congcong exaggeratedly and took a deep breath: "It smells so good!"

"I hate it!" Jiang Congxiu raised his fist high, making a gesture to fight.

Chu Feng grinned and walked quickly to the workshop.

Looking at the 5-year-old 53-degree Moutai in his hand, Chu Feng couldn't help but think of the suet jade bottle. If he could really store the wine for a day and turn the wine into a century-old wine, wouldn't he be mad?

Thinking in this way, Chu Feng suddenly laughed, and his hands shook as he laughed, and the Moutai on the plate fell straight down.

"Snapped!"

The light and crisp sound, accompanied by the splashing wine and the strong fragrance, rushed straight to the nose, and Chu Feng's drowsy head also followed a loud buzzing sound, pulling him back from his beautiful fantasy.

"what!"

Chu Feng yelled depressingly, it was such a blissful bliss, he could have gotten a good commission, but now he had to pay for the wine.

"It's all money!" Chu Feng looked at the wine splashed everywhere on the ground, and hurriedly cleaned up the remaining fragments of wine with distress.

But the Moutai bottle is very fragile, and it was broken from the bottom of the bottle, so it can be put away, Chu Feng looked at the fragments all over the place, really wanting to cry without tears.

"What can I do?" Chu Feng was stunned. A bottle of Moutai would cost several thousand yuan, and his monthly salary was only 3000 yuan.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered the mutton fat jade bottle. Yesterday, for the test, he filled a bottle of Langjiu, and it has been more than a day now. If it really becomes a century-old wine in one day, doesn't it mean... …

Thinking of this, Chu Feng's eyes became brighter and brighter. He quickly swept up the scattered wine and debris on the ground, and then ran directly to the workshop.

Just as Chu Feng left, Wu Meng appeared at the place where he was just now, sucked in the air vigorously, and then glanced at the trash can next to him, with a gloating smile on his face.

After looking around carefully, there was no one else in the workshop, so Chu Feng felt relieved. He carefully took out the mutton fat jade bottle, praying in his heart, don't let me down, or he will really die deal!

In an extremely anxious mood, Chu Feng opened the mutton fat jade bottle, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine overflowed from the mutton jade bottle. After smelling it like this, Chu Feng felt his spirits shake, wishing he could take a sip right away.

"Ah, it's really a hundred-year-old brew!" Chu Feng's joy could no longer be expressed in words. He tremblingly capped the bottle of mutton fat jade, held it tightly in his arms, and was about to walk out of the workshop, but suddenly stopped. down.

"It's not okay to take it out like this." Chu Feng thought for a while, then found a beaker for warming wine, and poured the century-old Shenlang wine in the mutton fat jade bottle into it.

He put the mutton fat jade bottle away, and then carefully walked out of the workshop with the hundred-year-old Langjiu.

At this moment, the Zhuangyuan Pavilion was the busiest time of the day. Chu Feng walked through with the hundred-year-old wine, and suddenly his heart moved. Although he felt good about the century-old wine, he had no confidence after all.

Rather...

Thinking in this way, he quietly opened the lid of the beaker, and a strong aroma of wine wafted out instantly.

Surrounding Chu Feng, there were a lot of drinkers waiting for the banquet. When they smelled the aroma of the wine immediately, they wrinkled their noses tightly and looked around.

"Hey, where does the aroma of wine come from!"

"The smell of this wine is too fragrant, I bet it must be old wine!"

……

Looking at the chaotic drinkers, no one suspected Chu Feng. After all, it was too difficult to connect the strong aroma of wine with this broken beaker.

Seeing this, Chu Feng quickly covered the beaker and walked into private room 218 for fear of making a big fuss.

"What we want is Moutai, why did you send us this?" In the room, a middle-aged man with a thick gold necklace on his neck looked at Chu Feng arrogantly and snapped.

Facing the middle-aged man's scolding, although Chu Feng was well prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but he had no choice but to say, "Please listen to my explanation."

"I don't want to listen to your explanation, call your manager!" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of contempt and disdain, his attitude was very domineering, and the sound was so loud that the entire private room buzzed.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't give him a chance to speak, Chu Feng's heart sank, his thoughts turned sharply, but suddenly he had a calculation, quietly opened the lid of the beaker, and then subtly pointed at the mouth of the bottle and slowly Blowing, the rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire room.

People who can afford to drink 5-year-old 53-degree Moutai are definitely rich and prestigious. Such people have drunk many famous wines, soaked in famous wines for a long time, and can naturally tell good from bad by smelling the fragrance. .

At this time, the middle-aged man had already walked to the door and shouted to the outside: "Who is in charge of you? Hurry up..."

But before he could finish his sentence, he smelled the intrusive and strong aroma of wine in his nose, his whole body tensed up, and he swallowed back the words that followed.

The originally tense scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the beaker in Chu Feng's hand.

"pat..."

Somebody didn't hold back, but a drop of saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth, breaking the silence in the room.

Although all the people here have been in the winery for a long time, they have drunk countless famous wines and a lot of old wine, but they have never drank a century old wine.

And the bottle of century-old wine that Chu Feng took out, after being stored in the suet jade bottle, the taste of the wine changed even more, it was too fragrant, too mellow, and too tempting!

The eyes of the crowd were greedily fixed on the humble beaker in Chu Feng's hand, eager to take a sip right away.

Chu Feng took everyone's expressions into his eyes one by one, and sighed inappropriately when he saw this: "This wine was saved by my ancestors during the [-] Revolution. Today I accidentally broke a few Moutais, so I want to use this bottle The wine will be compensated to everyone, since you don’t agree, then I’ll give you a bottle of Moutai instead.”

As Chu Feng said, he was going to get the beaker on the table.

"No need to change, we want this bottle!" It was the one who was drooling before, seeing that Chu Feng was really going to take the beaker, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he grabbed the beaker in front of Chu Feng, and immediately He hugged her tightly in his arms, and sniffed vigorously, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

The wine stored during the Revolution of 100 has been [-] years old. This is a hundred-year-old wine, a real century-old wine!

Even if you no longer have alcohol addiction, you can't be tempted to see such a bottle of century-old wine from the [-] Revolution.

This drink is not wine, but history!

The purpose of the middle-aged people's treats is to satisfy the people they have invited, but seeing everyone's eyes now, how can they still not understand.

"Put down the wine! Let's change it!" The middle-aged man also quietly took a sip of saliva, the disdain in his eyes disappeared slightly, but his tone was still high.

At this moment, Chu Feng just wanted to let this matter end quickly, and he had no time to pay attention to his attitude.

But just as Chu Feng was about to leave, Wang Deman walked in. In fact, when he heard Wu Meng say that Chu Feng had broken Moutai, and then walked into Room 218 with a beaker, he had been waiting outside the door for a long time. In the distance, waiting for the opportunity to make trouble, now hearing the middle-aged man yelling, he naturally hurried over.

He could tell at a glance that there was a difference in the atmosphere in the room, and he was secretly delighted, and gave Chu Feng a sinister look, what a fool!I finally got the handle, and dared to use this wine to pretend to be Moutai, and I didn’t even need a bottle. God help me!

Wang Deman thought so, but looked at the middle-aged man with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, our employees are not good, and I will definitely deal with this matter seriously!"

A group of people in the room were stunned by Wang Deman's sudden words, and they couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Wang Deman became even more complacent, and looked at Chu Feng arrogantly: "Chu Feng, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and apologize to the guests!"

But Chu Feng didn't move at all, instead he looked at him with sympathetic eyes, Wang Deman suddenly became angry, and snorted heavily: "Chu Feng, your bonus for this month is gone!"

After saying this, it seemed that the strength was not enough, and he added again: "I will report this to the manager, and you will be fired!"

In the room, it almost became Wang Deman's personal performance for a while. After he reprimanded Chu Feng, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, our employees did something wrong, I'll just change the wine return."

As Wang Deman said, he went straight to get the beaker.

But those people have already smelled the tempting aroma of the wine, salivating, there will let him succeed, especially the old man who is holding the old wine, he is an old wine worm, he directly shouted: "Get out! Don't touch my wine!"

This loud shout startled Wang Deman, and his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air in embarrassment.

"Who are you? Who let you in?" The middle-aged man yelled loudly with a sullen face. If no one else was present, he would have scolded him long ago.

Wang Deman's chest was stagnant, and cold sweat flowed out, and his speech became a little awkward: "I, I..."

"What are you, get out of here right now!" All the anger of the middle-aged man was directed at Wang Deman.

Wang De's face was as red as blood, and he froze there.

"You still want to snatch our hundred-year-old wine. You really don't know what to do. Get out, don't hinder me from drinking!" On the wine table, there are people who are good at wine. Wang Deman almost snatched up the hundred-year-old wine. urgent.

Wang Deman wanted to cry without tears, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get down, he walked out of the private room in a daze, still muttering to himself: "Mud horse, what is going on...?"

Chu Feng cast a sympathetic look at Yuan Zuo's back, and shook his head gently.

Then he turned around and looked at the people in the private room with a smile: "Everyone take your time, I won't hinder you from tasting wine."

All the people at the table smiled at Chu Feng in a friendly manner, and then got together again to discuss how to divide the beaker of century-old wine.

Outside the private room, Chu Feng heard the noisy noise inside, and felt elated.