"This fool is so unsuitable. This is a treasure that all practitioners dream of."
Thinking about it, Lin Xiao showed a rather disappointed expression.
"Sir, are you dissatisfied?"
"The effect of this piece of shit is only average, and it probably won't last long."
"What do you think, Master?"
"What can I say? This is all just your attitude."
Mao Shisan's expression changed, and then he took out another crystal bottle from the bag, which looked like some pills.
His eyes were pleading: "Sir, this is the authentic healing medicine from Kunlun Mountain. It's called Jin Chuang Dan. There are twenty pills in this bottle. Is it possible?"
"Only twenty?"
Lin Xiao shook his head: "No, I have to add another bottle."
Mao Shisan showed his embarrassment. He only had two bottles of Jin Chuang Dan in his hands, and he had used a few just now.
"What? You think you are dissatisfied with my request?"
"Don't dare, sir, I only have two bottles of Jin Chuang Dan. I just used three pills, and there is already less than one bottle."
"Then let's count as many as we have!"
"Okay, sir."
Mao Shisan took out another crystal bottle. Lin Xiao accepted it, pulled off the two bottle caps and smelled it. A strong medicinal fragrance hit his nose. It was indeed the authentic Jinchuang Dan.
He poured out one and handed it to Zhang Lu.
Zhang Lu looked excited and hurriedly took it.
Jin Chuang Dan is a good medicine only available to sects. Her father spent tens of millions to get one pill ten years ago, which cured his old injuries.
"Boss, you were injured just now, take it and try it."
"good……"
Zhang Lu hurriedly swallowed it after hearing this. Two minutes later, she felt that her body had returned to normal and she was stronger than before.
"Boss, how is the effect?"
"Well, it's not bad."
"That's good. If they dare to lie to me, they'll be finished."
The two of them chatted among themselves, not avoiding suspicion at all.
"Master, if you are satisfied, can we leave?"
Lin Xiao waved his hand.
"Let's go!"
"Thank you, sir."
Mao Shisan led the three men and turned around, his steps staggering a little. In their world, the weak prey on the strong, and it was good to be able to leave one life today.
"Wait a moment."
Lin Xiao suddenly shouted.
Mao Shisan was shocked and turned around quickly.
"May I ask what your orders are, Master?"
Lin Xiao ignored him and threw a golden pill at Qin Yue.
"Since you are a woman, I won't embarrass you this time."
After saying that, he left with Zhang Lu.
"Thank you, sir."
Qin Yue looked grateful. The master's Jinchuang Pill was gone. She didn't expect Lin Xiao to give her one.
Mao Shisan and Qin Jian on the side also had some excitement on their faces, but Mr. Li had a trace of viciousness in his eyes.
…
"Lin Xiao, where have you been? Oh no, why do you stink so much?"
Lin Xiao spread his hands and took out ten thousand years of turtle soil: "Mr. Yun, are you talking about this treasure?"
Zhao Hong hurriedly covered her nose with her hand: "Lin Xiao, what are you doing, aren't you afraid that Mr. Yun will deduct your salary?"
Yun Xiyao was not as exaggerated as Zhao Hong, but she was still a little uncomfortable: "Lin Xiao, we came here to eat, why did you bring this stone in?"
"Yes, it simply affects appetite."
"Does it have any impact?"
Lin Xiao put the ten thousand years of turtle soil aside, grabbed a roasted lamb leg and started to chew on it.
"It smells so good. It doesn't affect my appetite. On the contrary, I feel hungrier."
"Lin Xiao, the box you want."
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhang Lu, who had changed his clothes, walked in holding a square wooden box. It was shiny and made of nanmu.
Lin Xiao wiped his hands, reached out to take it, then put the ten thousand years of turtle soil into it, and took out two bottles of Jin Chuang Dan from his pocket and put them in. The size was just right.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
"Lin Xiao, you're welcome."
The two didn't say much. They had already agreed not to let Yun Xiyao and others know about what happened outside, so as not to worry everyone.
Yun Xiyao looked at the expressions of Lin Xiao and Zhang Lu, as if she had discovered something, but did not ask any questions.
She picked up a wine glass: "Mr. Zhang, Xiyao has a drink for you!"
"Mr. Yun, wait!"
Zhang Lu did not clink glasses with Yun Xiyao, but looked at the door.
A beautiful waiter walked in with a plate on his hands and a square cloth ball on it, which seemed to have been there for some time.
"Mr. Zhang, I brought the wine."
"Well, get out!"
"Mr. Yun, let's drink this today."
Zhang Lu smiled, picked up a pair of delicate scissors from the plate and started cutting the cloth.
Yun Xiyao and the other three were stunned and looked at Zhang Lu together.
The first layer of white cloth was quickly cut open, revealing the second layer of black cloth.
Zhao Hong and Lin Xiao didn't understand it, but Yun Xiyao looked excited.
"Mr. Zhang, this is..."
Zhang smiled and did not speak, but concentrated on cutting the black cloth.
After taking off the black cloth, a layer of reddish-brown soil appeared inside. There were cracks all over the soil, and there was a faint aroma of wine.
Yun Xiyao became even more excited, and her jade-green neck moved.
Zhang Lu smiled, then took out a small hammer from the tray and struck the reddish-brown soil.
This action surprised Lin Xiao and Zhao Hong, but Yun Xiyao was the only one who was shocked.
The soil broke open, the green light was dazzling, and a green square wine jar was revealed in front of everyone.
"Mr. Zhang, this is your Zhang family's century-old secret brew, Zui Qingjun."
"Mr. Yun has good eyesight, and he is none other than Zui Qingjun."
Yun Xiyao's suspicion was confirmed, and she was extremely excited: "Mr. Zhang, how lucky are we to get the opportunity to share a cup of Drunk Qingjun?"
The Zhang family’s secret brew, Hundred-Year-Old Zui Qingjun, each jar is made from a hundred-year-old puree. Its market value exceeds five million. If it were put up for auction, it would at least exceed ten million.
Yun Xiyao was confident that she would not be able to get such an honor from the Zhang family without such honor.
Zhang Lu glanced at Lin Xiao, then turned back and said with a smile: "Mr. Yun is my VIP customer of Yantianxia. He has always taken care of Yantianxia's business. In addition, today I have the honor to entertain you several distinguished guests in person, so I specially Report to the family and obtain the permission of the family leader to open a jar of Zuiqingjun to share with you to make up for the previous neglect."
"This is actually Zui Qingjun. Each jar of Zui Qingjun is worth more than five million."
Zhao Hong's eyes widened. This girl was not short of money, but as a soldier, she did not live a luxurious life.
"Sister Zhao Hong is laughing. Can the friendship between us sisters be measured by money? Right, Brother Lin Xiao."
Lin Xiao smiled. He naturally knew that everything Zhang Lu did was based on gratitude to him.
"Mr. Zhang is saying, Mr. Yun, Miss Zhao, since Mr. Zhang is so sincere, how can we let down Mr. Zhang's kindness? Come on, let's get Qingjun drunk."
"It's so shameless..."
Yun Xiyao and Zhao Hong rarely spoke in unison.
Zhang Lu was not unhappy at all. Instead, he quickly broke the cap of Zui Qingjun's bottle, and a soft aroma of wine suddenly filled the entire Phoenix Pavilion.
Zuiqingjun wine is put into the wine jar and then closed. There is no counterfeit product in the world.
The four silver cups on the tray were filled with four cups of Zui Qingjun.
"Mr. Yun, Miss Zhao, Bodyguard Lin, once this Zui Qingjun starts drinking, he needs to finish it within three minutes, otherwise it will taste bad. Come and have a sip, and wish our friendship last forever."
"Zhengzhengzheng..."
The crisp sound of clinking glasses sounded like the first chapter of the friendship between the four people.
Zhao Hong looked at the wine glass in her hand and was reluctant to take a sip.
"Sisters, am I right? This glass of wine costs more than 1.5 million. How can I bear to drink it?"
"Zhao Hong, can't you be promising? This is a hundred-year-old Zui Qingjun. I don't know how many people want to buy it, but they can't buy it. You are actually reluctant to drink it?"
"Yes, sister Zhao Hong, there are fewer and fewer Zui Qingjun. In my family, there are less than twenty jars in existence. Even myself, I got a Moutai cup at my grandfather's birthday party eight years ago. A little bit.”
"Why is it so rare in the world? Did your Zhang family stop brewing it later?"
Lin Xiao asked a little strangely.
As soon as Zhang Lu saw Lin Xiao asking, he looked at Lin Xiao and said:
"This is because the water for brewing Zuiqingjun has been robbed, and it will no longer be possible to brew Zuiqingjun."
Lin Xiao touched his head and realized that he had asked questions he shouldn't have asked.
"Haha, let's keep drinking, otherwise we won't have the chance to drink again. It's such a good wine."
Lin Xiao raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, followed closely by Yun Xiyao and Zhang Lu.
"This is not 1.5 million, this is at least 2 million. I still can't bear to drink it!"
"Bang..."
The thick door of Phoenix Pavilion was kicked open.
"Beauty, I'm willing to pay five million for this cup of drunken green king."
