Ten years as a substitute!Now that she leaves, she regrets it too much

In the north, not many people have the habit of drinking early in the morning, but this old boy is different from ordinary people.

His early experiences made him develop the habit of drinking to relieve his sorrows. However, when his life improved later, this became a habit.

Of course, the old boy loves to drink, and his drinking capacity is also very good.

"forget it!"

When Jiang An heard about the morning drink, his head hurt: "Brother, please let me go. I know your habits, but my drinking capacity has not increased over the years."

"Really?"

The old boy didn't quite believe him: "Why do you start doing business outside? Our drinking and dining culture is the same regardless of north or south."

"You said your drinking capacity has not improved, why don't I believe you?"

As he said that, the old boy's eyes shifted to Zhang Zhejie: ​​"Tell me the truth, how is his drinking capacity now?"

Although the old boy is very enthusiastic and Lao Zhang likes him, in the end Jiang An is his good brother, and he will definitely speak for him from Jiang An's perspective.

"Brother, his ability to drink is really bad."

"Whenever there is something that needs to be done in the company, I am always the one doing the talking."

"Understood!"

The old boy laughed and took Zhang Zhejie's arm: "Brother, let's have a drink! Then let him do whatever he wants! That's it for today!"

Seeing the old boy looking so happy, Zhang Zhejie really wanted to cry without tears.

How could you just throw yourself in so well?

"Stop talking about this, let's talk about it in the company first!"

The old boy was the dominant player in the 78th line back then, and now he is the largest merchant in the market. His company alone is already the largest and most luxurious among the fruit companies that Lao Zhang has seen.

"Oh my god, little brother, there are mahogany furniture everywhere in your company!"

Lao Zhang is a discerning person. He can tell what the decorations of Lao Xiao's company are by just scanning them.

Not to mention anything else, the twenty-nine-piece set in front of you is worth at least several million!

"Hey, it's just a small thing."

The old boy smiled and brought them into the office: "That set of furniture was given to me by others. I remember they gave it to me when I first opened the company."

"I didn't know what they were at the time, but I later found out that they were all made of mahogany."

"That set of furniture is quite expensive."

Lao Zhang was speechless with emotion: "Brother, to be honest, I didn't realize you were so rich at first."

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not."

When the old boy said this, Lao Zhang couldn't believe it. After all, money is a necessity in people's lives, and everyone would only worry about the lack of money in their hands.

How could it be the same thing as the old boy said, that it was unimportant?

"You really shouldn't say that."

The old boy chuckled: "Jiang An knows whether I had money in the past."

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. At that time, I was so poor that I couldn't even put food on the table. I also carried big bags for others on the 78th line. But after that, I just worked hard and worked hard."

"If I add one more thing, it's a good fight. Anyway, it's accumulated bit by bit."

While he was talking, the old boy had already taken out the wine from under his desk. It was not Maotai Wuliangye, nor Xifeng, nor Jiannanchun.

It’s the most common bulk packaged in large barrels!
"Brother, I think you can remember the time I bullied you as soon as you see this wine."

"At that time, this was only 1.30 yuan. Now the price has increased to 4.5 yuan. But I still drink this. I don't drink anything else except this."

Jiang An nodded. Indeed, this bulk liquor has a long history with them: "When my brother and I first met, he was drinking this wine."

“It’s been the same every time since then and it’s never changed.”

As for why Jiang An was so sure, it was because the wine barrel still had the merchant's logo on it.

"correct."

While the old boy was busy getting the plastic cup, he asked: "Do you smoke? I have some good tobacco leaves!"

Although Jiang An is not surprised, Lao Zhang is particularly curious. Are there still young people smoking leaves at this time?

"I remember that only my grandfather and his friends smoked leaves."

"Who said that?" The old boy had already put out the box containing the tobacco leaves, with stacks of cigarette papers on it: "Let me tell you, I really can't get used to the cigarettes sold outside now." I feel comfortable with this old stuff; you try it."

In fact, Lao Zhang was indeed a little greedy when he saw those tobacco leaves. After all, the smell felt particularly sweet to him when he smelled it.

But the problem is that he doesn't know how to smoke either.

"Nope?"

The old boy smiled and said: "Forget it then. It's okay to drink a little. It's actually good not to smoke. I also want to quit smoking but I always indulge myself. Anyway, I feel that I am still young."

"It's not a problem to smoke for another few decades."

While he was talking, the wine on the table was already ready: "Come on, nothing else is right. Today I reunited with my brother, and then I met a good brother again."

"I won't say anything else, I'll do it first!"

As he said that, the old boy drank a glass full of liquor in one sip.

"Comfortable!"

After a glass of wine, the old boy's face remained calm and his heart did not beat. He continued to say to Jiang An and the others: "The alcohol content of my wine is relatively high, so you can do whatever you want."

"Brother, I want to express my happiness!"

Jiang An nodded, of course he knew what the person in front of him was capable of.

But when Lao Zhang heard these words, he felt that the advantages were pricking his ears. What does it mean to be casual?

The host has already toasted. As a guest, how can he not give this honor to others?
Lao Zhang was thinking that he had to drink the first glass of wine no matter what. As for the rest, if he wanted to drink slowly, he could just drink it slowly.

To be honest, he was a little frightened by the old boy's drinking attitude just now.

Just the word "loyalty" made him have to give out a cup.

He also felt that the old boy was a friend he could make, so naturally he had to be sincere.

Of course, Lao Zhang still needs to be mentally prepared before drinking, because although he hasn't drunk this Sanbai yet, he can still smell the spiciness.

Regarding this point, Lao Zhang did not dare to take it lightly.

He thought that after drinking this glass of wine, he would weigh it down with some vegetables.

But where is the food?

He probably needed to give the old boy some time to prepare, so Zhang Zhejie simply responded: "Brother, Lao Jiang can't drink. I'll drink with you!"

"We are good friends from now on!"

As he spoke, Lao Zhang raised his head and drank the liquor, but!

This is not liquor either!
When the wine entered his mouth, Lao Zhang first felt the mellow aroma and sweetness of the liquor. But as the aroma dissipated, the next moment he felt as if his tongue and entire mouth had fallen into a fire. , the burning hurts!

It really hurts!
That feeling is completely unbearable.

It was not that he and Jiang An had never drank real spirits in the past, and Sanbai had also tasted a lot of them.

Ordinarily it shouldn’t be!

He could bear the spiciness of that strong drink no matter how violent it was, but what was that drink just now?
He couldn't bear the stimulating feeling. If it weren't for the man's pride, he would have to spurt it out.

"Frog Qu, brother, you can do it!"

The old boy looked at him helplessly. After swallowing the glass of wine, he laughed so hard that he could hardly open his eyes: "Okay! He is a cheerful person!"

"Brother, I'm determined to make you my friend."

"Don't say that." Holding back the bitterness in his mouth, Zhang Zhejie said to the old boy: "I also think I'm in love with you, little brother; but can I get something to eat?"

"I can't hold my mouth anymore."

In fact, when Zhang Zhejie said this, he regretted it, because it was not only his mouth and tongue that could not bear it. At this moment, after drinking the liquor, his throat, esophagus and even stomach seemed to be directly ignited. Same.

It felt like eating hot coals.

I can't bear it, I can't bear it at all.

But the problem is that he, Lao Zhang, wants to eat some food, but the old boy is not prepared at all: "I have been drinking until today, and I don't need to eat food."

"Drinking means drinking...I didn't think twice about it. How about you eat some fruit first?"

What else can Lao Zhang say?
Not to mention fruit, just give him a glass of water now. Let’s extinguish the fire in his stomach first. (End of chapter)