Chen hour, one of the twelve hours, corresponds to seven to nine o'clock in the morning, also known as the eating hour. The early meal or morning meal is the time when everyone has breakfast.
Jie Nan and Mr. Guo have already drank more than two kilograms of white wine during this breakfast. This is not because they are alcoholics and have a big drink early in the morning. For practitioners, they can keep drinking as long as they want. Going down, they disdain the wine that can be sold in the market, so drinking a good drink is definitely a luxury for them.
But they didn't have any worries at the moment. Last night, when everyone was listening to Ah Shou's lecture in the conference room, Ah Fu took the two of them to visit the wine cellar. This is a wine cellar with constant temperature and humidity. Except for some red wine, most of them are Chinese white wine. How can the wine that can enter the Qindao wine cellar be ordinary wine? These wines are collected from major wineries. The old wines are generally never sold to the outside world, and not many people even know about their existence. Some of them are wines that were buried when they opened, and then there are those wines that have been stored for decades. These are all those wines. The lifeblood of the factory is really not for sale, it is the wine they offer. But in Qin Dao's wine cellar, there are hundreds of jars of wine that are decades, hundreds or even hundreds of years old. These wines are completely different from those that can be mass-produced. They are treasures that are truly valuable and require less time to drink.
Because some wines are really old, only two-thirds or even half of the jar may be left after opening, so the alcohol content of these wines has far exceeded the strongest wines available on the market. Generally, these wines are The wine had to be mixed with some new wine from the same factory before it could be drunk, but these two old men who were nearly ninety years old just drank it, and they were already a bit drunk.
"Junior brother, those gangsters in the third group are your and my disciples after all. We have locked them up for a year this time, which is really a long time."
"Senior brother, you don't know that these four boys are aware that they are somewhat capable and eager for quick success. They compare themselves randomly, causing several people to go astray in their cultivation. That Feng Yi and Lin Xiao competed with each other and showed real fire. Yanshuang and Ishikawa were injured. You reminded them repeatedly before you left that they should practice their skills and not be greedy. They would bite off more than they could chew. They two brats thought they had achieved something, so they exchanged gifts with each other. They were messing around with their exercises and hurt their meridians. I simply locked them up for a year and let them temper themselves."
"Junior brother, I originally thought that these unruly boys would be one of the most powerful figures in the world in the future and could take over our class. It wasn't until I accepted Yanhua and met the group of children last night that I You know, we are still too short-sighted. What about Feng Linhuoshan, the four of them are really not enough."
"Brother, you don't have to look down on them so much. The children you mentioned are not ordinary people. They are the best and the best among people who only meet once in a hundred years. Let's just talk about the girl yesterday. Her qualifications are definitely not comparable to ours. Is it better to take over our class? These boys can't let those young masters and ladies come to this official house."
"That's right."
"Senior brother, your new little apprentice, he doesn't know his birth yet."
"He doesn't know yet. When I found him, he was living alone in the market. He didn't have a meal. This kid is also a poor person. Come on, junior brother, let's go one by one."
"Okay, let's go one."
Putting down the wine glass, he asked, "Junior brother, how many people from the Jianghu sect came this time? Actually, there is no need to call many people. It makes it look like Jianghu people are seeking revenge, which is outrageous."
"No, not many people came, only five people came, the old gang leader and a leader from the Beggar Clan, and two elders from Wudang."
"I just don't know how long it will take for these brats to arrive."
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What they didn't know was that the person they were talking about had now arrived and was having breakfast in the tea restaurant downstairs.
The table where Zhang Qilu was sitting yesterday is now occupied by four young people. This is no coincidence. This location has many advantages. It is hidden, close to the exit of the kitchen, and can see all parts of the restaurant at a glance. They are often very cautious in these aspects as they often assign special tasks for their names.
The leader of the four looks older than the other three. He looks about twenty-five or six years old. He has a square appearance and a stubble all over his face. He looks a little haggard, but more of a rebellious one. This man is not tall, but looks very strong.
He ate the fastest, put down his chopsticks and said, "Junior brother Lin, is the address correct? Are you sure this is here?"
At this time, a young man in his early twenties, with a delicate and shrewd appearance, put down his chopsticks and said, "Yes, senior brother, this is it. This is the home of that troublesome young master Qin. Third junior sister, the young master Qin you miss so much is up there, and you can get there right away." seen."
"What I'm thinking about is just an interesting rich young man." The speaker was an androgynous-looking girl with short hair and handsome appearance.
"Junior brother, go and ask the seniors if they need anything else. If not, just settle the bill so that we can go up and report."
"It's Senior Brother." Junior Brother Ishikawa is a bit short. He looks to be around eighteen or nineteen years old. He looks a little dazed, but his eyes are clear, making it hard to see through.
There were five people sitting at a big table next door. A middle-aged man in a suit was Elder Jing, an old acquaintance of Zhang Qilu. Sitting next to him was a female Taoist priest. Although she was not wearing a robe, she had a hairpin and The bun she wears is still very eye-catching. She is the elder Situ of Wudang. There were two old men sitting next to me. One of them was leaning on a walking stick with a faucet. He seemed to have bad eyesight. The old man next to him always served him meals. The old man seemed to have bad ears. Zhang Qilu, the elder of the beggar sect, I also recognize him. I have seen him in my hometown of Kotokawa Senjumon and I have played here before. The last remaining man was in his forties and had a philistine appearance, but he was very well-dressed, wearing a crisp white suit.
Ishikawa came over and clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Seniors, your breakfast is satisfactory. Do you need to add anything else?"
The white suit asked questions one by one like the host, and then said on behalf of everyone, "Brother Shi, everyone is full. Let's hurry up and get on our way."
"Qin Changzhang, don't worry, we've already arrived. It's upstairs. You guys have a sip of tea and I'll go pay the bill."
"Hey, no need, brother, you are in the officialdom, how can I ask you to pay for it? Our city's officialdom has nothing but a few stinky money, and I have already buried it. Let's leave now. Well. I also want to meet my young master."
