I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Famous???" Bai Taki was surprised: "Are you kidding me?"

"Yes, very expensive." The waiter smiled politely, but there was a slight contempt hidden in his eyes, and he wondered where did this country bumpkin come from, who wanted to drink Moutai in one mouthful, but didn't know the value of the wine?

Bai Taki was silent, he said: "That's all right, go ahead, I'll eat lemons."

The waiter bowed politely...Wait, where's the lemon?

Bai Taki was a little distracted, puzzled, and murmured: "Moutai, is it very expensive?"

"My lord, don't you know?" Tantai Ziyue explained softly: "This is a state banquet-level special drinking wine... There is no circulation in the market at all. It is already very remarkable to have three jugs in Juxian Pavilion. Even the imitations on the market are very good. At least, a jug of wine can sell for several hundred taels, while a pot of authentic Moutai is worth a hundred taels of gold, and there is no market for it.”

...Where did this come from the tulip scam!

Shirataki growled angrily in his heart, what the hell.

Others regard Maotai as the best wine, but he thinks this is a shameful lie.

Because... there was no Moutai in this world at first!

He still gave it the name!

The taste of that kind of wine is good, but it is far from the real Xuanjiu Niang, Qiongjiang Yulu.

Shirataki named this wine only because it tastes similar to real Moutai.

Moutai in reality is indeed expensive, but it is not so outrageously expensive. A bottle costs millions. Is it still affordable?

The Moutai wine here is directly defined as the exclusive use for state banquets for foreign guests, which is outrageous. Who intentionally raised the price of this thing?

Bai Taki secretly said: "This is really a very bad business scam."

I can't afford to drink Moutai in reality, so I come to another world to drink fake Moutai.

Unexpectedly, not long after that, the price of fake Moutai surpassed that of real Moutai, making it even more unaffordable.

Why is this world so magical?

He sighed regretfully, his eyes a little melancholy and distant.

Not so long ago, it was an obscure wine drunk only by the poor.

He shook his head slowly, got up and left the restaurant.

"Actually." Bai Taki said to himself, "Moutai doesn't taste good at all."

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The basement of the restaurant.

The waiters are handling bottles of wine.

Juxian Pavilion is a venue for customized dinners, and Jiangxin Island is also one of its properties.

More than a dozen waiters shuttled in the wine cellar, serving drinks for hundreds of people was not an easy task.

The person in charge of coordinating is a man in black, he has a title that sounds strange to the ancients.

A young waiter approached with a list: "Manager, the drinks for the running banquet have been delivered."

The man in black glanced at the name and said: "Okay, let's start to process the next batch, the supply of wine can't be slow..." He also looked at the wine cellar, one third of the grids were already empty: "You I will never guess how much this group of literati and knight-errants can drink..."

The waiter in blue smiled. After all, this is free wine, so he will naturally get drunk.

The manager said indifferently: "Has no one taken the Moutai?"

The waiter in the green shirt responded: "Yes, the current record is seven consecutive victories. If this anxiety continues, perhaps no one can take it away tonight."

The waiter in blue shrugged his shoulders: "After all, the masters don't come to join in the fun, and in Jinling's martial arts, most of the young martial artists and knights are not outstanding in strength, and there are very few in the top [-] on the list. Mingzhou, Sichuan, Beiling, Nanling and other places are much different, there is no great sect to sit in the town, and the background of the aristocratic family is also a lot worse, but the civil servants are more outstanding."

The waiter in the blue shirt asked, "How's Wen going over there?"

The waiter in blue said again: "Students have many rules and talk a lot. Just making an elegant order can lead to a few hours of drinking wine. Moreover, there is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. Literati are more particular about martial arts than they are about fame and wealth." , Most of them left their reputations with innocence and nobility, so they don’t care much about the competition for Moutai.”

The waiter in green shirt sighed and said: "Drinking this Moutai wine is also a taste of fame and wealth. People in the Jianghu fight for fame and fortune, but they are more direct and courageous than literati... Earlier in Beiling, for a pot of wine, how many people beat you to death?" Bleeding out."

The blue-clothed waiter smiled: "That's not the case. Warriors care about Moutai, but literati care about another kind. It is used in Yunlu Academy's grand wine sacrifice ceremony. For this cup, there must be a few verbal swords."

The manager in black snorted: "Enough?"

The two waiters immediately bowed their heads, not daring to speak.

The manager in black said lightly: "Everyone who comes is a customer, your attitude is still a bit arrogant."

The young waiters said in unison, "We have overstepped, manager."

"Juxian Pavilion doesn't support idlers. If you have time to talk, hurry up and go to work. Do you want to be deducted from your performance and year-end bonus?"

"Yes, I will definitely work hard!" The two waiters shook their heads.

Just as he was about to leave, the manager in black suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I forgot to ask, this is also a routine question."

The two deceased looked at each other: "Yes?"

The manager in black asked, "The third pot of Moutai, no one here?"

The waiter in black shook his head and said, "No, no one ordered directly at the literary meeting."

The waiter in blue stiffened his neck: "Can I order the third pot of Moutai directly?"

The waiter in black asked strangely: "Have you forgotten? This is the rule set by the above."

Only then did the blue-clothed waiter slowly remember a new rule that he was about to forget.

About a year ago, a sage in Juxian Pavilion added a new rule.

When holding a dinner at Juxian Pavilion, three jugs of Moutai must be reserved in advance.

The three jugs of wine were provided by the sage.

Two jugs of Moutai are free to use.

This is beneficial and not harmful to Juxian Pavilion, so naturally other sages will not object.

Then someone asked - how about the third jug of wine?

He made a request - the third jug of Moutai must be kept until the designated person orders it away.

And this 'appointed one'...

He is a man.

He is a handsome young man.

He has a pair of heterochromatic pupils.

His left pupil is crimson, and his right pupil is pitch black.

He will definitely order this pot of Moutai.

The pupils of the waiter in blue dilated, and he finally remembered the rules he had memorized by heart.

But because he hasn't been ordered away for so long, he has subconsciously forgotten this rule.

But just now, a handsome young man really ordered a glass of Moutai.

His left pupil was as red as blood.

"...I...fuck..."

The blue-clothed waiter's pupils contracted violently, and he let out a weedy sigh.

He felt dizzy, his chest was heavy, and his breathing was difficult, as if he was about to have a myocardial infarction.

He rushed out of the underground wine cellar like a madman, and rushed up to the first floor, no longer calm and calm before.

But when he looked through the crowd to the corner, there was no one there.

Uncooled tea and coconut milk are placed on the empty seats.

But no one took it.

The waiter at this moment couldn't describe his fear and panic, he only knew that he had made a big mistake.

There must be a tacit understanding between the two who left the Moutai and ordered the Moutai.

This is a friendship between the two parties without words, just drink and taste, as if a friend is by your side.

This is a priceless treasure, thousands of times more precious than Moutai.

But this tacit understanding, this friendship, this priceless treasure... was broken by him personally.

It even caused this guest to be ridiculed, misunderstood, and joked by others!

Violating the rules set by the sage is a small matter, but offending the sage and this mysterious guest is a major matter.

How precious is the friendship between two great men, so precious that he, a waiter, can tarnish it?

If people found out, Juxian Pavilion would never keep him, and almost half of his life would be ruined.

The blue-clothed waiter's face was pale, he almost lost his footing, fell backwards, staggered three or two steps, and almost fell down.

He didn't turn his head until a hand behind him supported his shoulder.

The waiter in blue lost his eyes: "Manager, I..."

The black-clothed manager's face was sinking like water, he didn't need to ask anything, he already roughly guessed what happened.

As it was related to the reputation of Juxian Pavilion, he had to deal with it seriously.

Even if such a trivial matter could not be handled well, Juxian Pavilion's reputation as a strange building and Wang Pavilion would be disintegrated by at least half.

Reputation does not lie in whether the guests know it, but in whether the bigwigs at the top know it and are satisfied.

If the people above know about this matter, the sage will be angry, and the impression that Juxian Pavilion is not good for things will be left...

The black-clothed manager said: "Notify everyone, and find out where your Excellency is right away!"

The waiter in black knew that disaster was imminent, so he hurriedly turned his head and rushed back to the wine cellar.

The employees of Juxian Pavilion suddenly became busy. Everyone knew this rule and realized the seriousness of the consequences.

The hands of the waiter in blue were trembling: "Manager..."

"Don't ask." The manager in black said coldly: "It's useless to ask, you know what the consequences will be, even if this matter can pass, I will report it truthfully, you'd better pray that Your Excellency will forgive you. "

There was a hint of respect and fear in his expression.