The middle-aged man was suddenly a little surprised. He sat down and asked: "Young master actually knows about Baihua Nong? I only heard about this wine a few days ago. It was sold by an extremely gentle young master. At that time, I went to ask for wine. There are countless people who bought it, but I was lucky enough to spend 50,000 taels to buy a jar. However, this wine needs to be aged for at least five years for it to be fragrant and mellow. However, I intend to keep this wine for myself and enjoy it, and do not intend to sell it. .”
Zhang Ling's eyes widened, thinking that he had drank 50,000 taels in one gulp before.
The middle-aged man asked curiously: "Young Master, have you ever drank it? I wonder what this fine wine tastes like?"
Zhang Ling said calmly: "It's wine but it doesn't smell like wine."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I heard that the young man also brewed a jar a few years ago. I originally wanted to buy it too, but he said he gave it away. Could it be that you drank it?"
Zhang Ling didn't answer. He only thought about the fifty thousand taels. The middle-aged man smiled softly and stood up.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "I am the owner of Watinge Pavilion, Huo Jingzhao. Today I can listen to the young master talk about the taste of Baihua Brew, so naturally I can't be stingy. I will treat you two to this wine."
Zhang Ling's eyes immediately lit up, and he laughed and said: "That's a good relationship! Can I exchange it for a pot?"
Huo Jingyi readily agreed. After some questioning, Zhang Ling endured the hardship and ordered an expensive pot of Luo Huaxiong. Although the name sounded powerful, it was a light drink. Roux wine.
As soon as the wine was served, Song Linjie picked up the wine glass and poured the wine. Zhang Ling looked at the wine jug and the wine glass sternly. The patterns on them were clear, fresh and delicate. According to his understanding, they should be seven hundred taels of wine. Flower alcohol pot.
After he finished pouring, Zhang Ling poured a glass. Although he didn't like drinking, such expensive wine couldn't be wasted on this guy. Zhang Ling raised his glass and took a sip. The taste was a bit sweet and he really didn't like it. He put down the glass. Xiaochao asked: "The academy enrollment is in January. How is your sword training going?"
Song Linjie finished his drink and said with a satisfied smile: "It should be difficult to make a breakthrough in a short time, but in my opinion, everyone else is just a bunch of showmen, and that's enough for now."
Zhang Lingxiao asked: "Then you want to take the first place?"
Song Linjie puffed up his chest and said confidently: "Of course he is at the top of the list. There are a bunch of dandies, but there are no masters."
A heavy slamming on the table came from behind. The casual young master stood up from the table, left the table, and walked to Zhang Ling's table. The two of them looked up. Song Linjie looked indifferently, and Zhang Ling took a rough look. He is a young and handsome man, especially his ears that are slightly larger than ordinary people are more conspicuous, with two lobes that resemble Buddha pendants.
He looked at Song Linjie and sneered: "From the tone of my brother, it seems that he is very confident in his own skills. I don't know if he dares to fight against you."
Song Linjie was about to stand up, but Zhang Ling pressed down with one hand and said calmly: "This restaurant is very expensive. We can't afford to pay for it if it's damaged."
Song Linjie had no choice but to sit down again, spread his hands, and looked at the young handsome man with a smile.
Junyan, a young man with a steady personality at the table, suddenly interjected: "It doesn't matter, you guys fight. Everything broken here today will be recorded in the Ye family's account. Everyone, please step back to avoid getting hurt."
At this time, Huo Jingzhen, who was about to go upstairs, saw the guests coming downstairs one after another, and quickly went upstairs again. He happened to see this scene, and after asking about it, he knew he was going to take action.
Huo Jingzhen did not stop him. He just planned to change the decoration of the restaurant and still have some money left. Why not? He looked at the young handsome man with a calm personality and said with a respectful smile: "Young Master Ye is so heroic. Shi's Trading Company is worthy of being the richest merchant in Chen State, and it's up to you to renovate the store."
Ye Shang was developed by Ye Jingting, the head of the Ye family. In a few years, he directly annexed several large merchants and became the number one merchant in the Chen Kingdom. To be able to develop such a large business, even if there are no officials in the family, there must be management in the court. The status of these merchants is no worse than that of some high officials, and the two in front of Zhang Ling are the two young masters of the Ye family, the eldest son Ye Yuhuan , the second son Ye Yumi.
Zhang Ling smiled sadly and said to the eldest son named Ye: "It turns out that Mr. Ye, I'm sorry that I didn't recognize him, but it's boring for them to fight like this. How about making a bet?"
Ye Yuhuan took a sip of wine calmly, chuckled and said, "Oh! I wonder how this brother wants to bet?"
Zhang Ling still sat firmly on the mountain and said with a smile: "If I win, in addition to the loss of the restaurant, there will be an additional ten thousand taels. If Mr. Ye wins, I really can't compensate for the loss of the restaurant." Come out, but it’s okay to split it in half, what do you think, Mr. Ye?”
Ye Yu Huan said with a smile: "Fair."
Zhang Ling's smile grew and he looked at Ye Yumi: "Okay, Song Linjie, beat him to death and then demolish this building."
Zhang Ling and Ye Yuhuan both retreated and sat at a table far away from Huo Jingzhao. The remaining two wanted to confront each other. Seeing that the other party was not wearing a weapon, Song Linjie pointed the Heavenly Forging Sword towards Zhang Ling. As soon as it was thrown, the two exchanged names and started fighting.
Song Linjie raised his hand lightly, shook his body, and then hit him with a palm. Ye Yumi rounded his hands, making a posture of holding a Buddhist plate, and when Song Linjie pressed his palm in front of him, he extended his hands and rounded them. Covering it inside, Song Linjie immediately pulled away, but was tightly clamped. He raised his foot and kicked it down. Ye Yumi called lightly with his hands, and Song Linjie was sent out before his leg fell.
Ye Yumi stood up slowly, and Song Linjie, who was pushed out, also stood firm. He regained his balance for a moment, and Ye Yumi raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing at his arrogance.
After taking a breath, Song Linjie instantly stepped forward, moving much faster than before. Ye Yumi knew it was not good and used the Buddha's hand to restrain him. He fell to one side, just in time to avoid Song Linjie's offensive. Song Linjie When he stopped one foot, he raised his foot high, like a huge stone falling down, but Ye Yumi just shook his body slightly and dodged again.
Zhang Ling, who was sitting next to him, had slightly tight pupils. He carefully watched every fight between the two people here. No matter in terms of speed or strength, Song Linjie had to keep the opponent steady, but he was easily resolved every time, as if he had predicted his attack in advance. Next action.
Relying on his own continuous internal strength, Song Linjie still showed no signs of decline even if he exerted a lot of force, but he became more and more curious about how the opponent was aware of his next move. Even if he used a wide range of kicks, Ye Yumi could know it in advance. , accumulate energy and escape in advance.
After a full quarter of an hour of stalemate, the two people's breath became short at the same time. Ye Yumi really didn't expect that the other party's internal strength was far stronger than his own, and his body was stronger than his own. Even if he counterattacked, he wouldn't be able to cause much damage, but if he continued, , he could still exhaust Song Linjie's energy and avoid the battle and win.
Ye Yuhuan, who was on the side, was sipping a small drink, glanced here, and said with a smile: "Brother Song is really strong internally, and he still hasn't fallen down despite such an unorganized attack."
Zhang Ling suddenly shouted at Song Linjie: "Hey, Song Linjie, can't you hear me?"
