Just like this so-called drinking party, it is actually just a game for the rich. Whether it is expanding contacts or hunting targets, it has never been interrupted from ancient times to the present. In the past, drinking and drinking was mostly the leisure fun of the scholar-bureaucrat class. .
But Brother Zhang’s purpose is different from theirs. He is here to taste wine.
The decoration of this place is natural. All kinds of fine wine and food are placed nearby. Others are pretending to be chatting with wine glasses, but Brother Zhang is the only one who fishes for some and that oak in the wine jar. I took a spoonful of white wine, wine, gin, and whiskey into the bucket and swirled it around for a while. After I drank it, I took out a small notebook and wrote down my thoughts.
His wine tasting is actually quite professional. He writes down the pros and cons of each wine, and what needs to be improved and what needs to be maintained. He is so professional that even professional wine tasters in the winery think this thing is... My colleagues came over to check out the environment.
At this time, the dandy boys headed by xxx were sitting on the sidelines. They also noticed Brother Zhang. He was the famous man who brought the sexy fox when he saw that he couldn't eat. In theory, he was also a rich old man, but he was present. But none of you know him.
"Who is that person? Does anyone really come here to drink? I saw him drinking all the way."
xxx One of the fox friends pointed at Brother Zhang in the distance: "There must be something wrong with this guy."
"I also like drinking, is there something wrong with me?" xxx was a little unhappy at this time. After all, although he likes his girlfriend, he is indeed a serious player. There is no shortage of wine, tea, cigarettes, etc., but This kind of thing is considered elegant, and in the eyes of these nouveau riche, these things are just tools for him to catch people, but the problem is that he himself is also a nouveau riche, and he wants to reach the real upper class society, but he can't reach it. Those who ignored him thought he was of low class, and facing this bunch of upstarts, he felt that these people were of low class: "I'll go over and take a look."
He stood up and walked towards Brother Zhang. After he passed by, Brother Zhang felt keenly that there was someone behind him, so he turned around and smiled at him. He took a curious look at the things in Brother Zhang's notebook. His eyes lit up: "Huh? Brother, do you know your stuff?"
"Well, I own a restaurant and brew some wine myself, but I always feel it's not good enough." Brother Zhang said very sincerely: "The wine you make is very good."
"You've got to ask the right person!" xxx suddenly became more confident. He enthusiastically pulled Brother Zhang, starting from the first jar of wine, to introduce in detail the brewing process of these wines, from the temperature to Humidity to the equipment and environmental control required for cellaring.
"A jar of good wine really requires a lot of effort. Those outsiders just think expensive ones are good. They are just idiots." When Master Brother: "Brother, which one do you think is the best among these many wines?"
Brother Zhang thought for a while and walked to the sixth jar: "This one is very gentle when entering the throat, but when you breathe in, your mouth will be filled with fragrance."
"Yes, you are knowledgeable!" Mr. However, many people think this wine is not good because it is not strong enough in the mouth.”
Brother Zhang made another small cup and drank a few sips, and then the two of them started to discuss what was so special about this lost brewing method, and even got completely selfless. In the end, they just sat there with a small notebook. A discussion started over there.
Seeing this scene, all the guests were a little confused, and Miss Succubus suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, because she was ready to be seduced and then accused, causing a conflict between the two of them.
But who knew that he was not seduced, and they actually hooked up.
And Miss X's friends were also shocked. They had never seen Miss X care so much about anyone. He actually sat there and started chatting enthusiastically while changing glasses. In their opinion, this unfamiliar little Brother Zhang must be a great person.
"Let's go, this place is not interesting. Let's go to where I hide the wine."
Mr. , just today, I have to see what the characteristics of your wine are."
Brother Zhang nodded: "They are all in my cellar."
"Let's go."
"But here..."
"Let them play." Master X glanced around with disdain: "They are all common people."
"Fine."
The two of them happily walked out of the door together. When they saw Brother Zhang's electric car, Young Master X just smiled and patted the seat cushion: "Electric car?"
"Um."
"Okay, I can't drive yet." He took off his helmet on the back seat and said, "Let's go!"
And when the two of them disappeared here on electric donkeys, both the Brontosaurus who came to take revenge and the Succubus who came to make trouble were dumbfounded. Everyone present did not know what was wrong with these two people. Just leave like this...
Soon, the two of them came to Chang'an Lane. As soon as they arrived under the big sycamore tree, Young Master I’m a little tipsy, I’ll feel refreshed after another nap.”
Brother Zhang smiled and nodded: "Then wait for me for a while, and I'll get the wine."
"Don't be reluctant, I'll let you drink the treasure I have at the bottom of the box."
Brother Zhang smiled and nodded, then walked into the small restaurant. First, he asked Xu Wei to prepare some dishes to go with the wine, and then began to toss his wine. Although his wine collection is not as large as this young master's, it still reaches nearly three hundred kinds, many of which are immortal wines that cannot be seen in the world. Mortals cannot drink too much of these wines, otherwise they will die of drunkenness. But it was not easy to get along, and Brother Zhang felt that it was not a problem to give him a drink.
So he filled a small cup of each kind, which was about one tael, and the cup at the bottom of the box was the cup of Huangliang Yimeng.
Seeing Brother Zhang come out and looking at his slight appearance, Mr.
Brother Zhang pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Don't be so harsh, just drink first."
Mr. : "Let me try it first."
He opened the lid and took a sip. The taste in his mouth was as bland and tasteless as white water, and it was also mixed with the sweetness of some fruits. This kind of wine was obviously unqualified and inferior wine. And just when he was about to speak, that The energy came up, and he felt that at that moment, all the buzzing in his mind turned blank, and there was a feeling of soul leaving the body, floating lightly into the clouds, riding on the wind and traveling tens of thousands of miles in an instant. .
With Brother Zhang snapping his fingers, he came back to his senses with a ding: "Take your mother's...good wine!"
Then he seemed like he couldn't stop, and couldn't wait to drink sip after sip. Every wine here would bring him a kind of physical and mental enjoyment. This feeling was so indescribable. In comparison, He said that his own collection of wine was all rubbish! Pursuing this and that is just a tool to show off in the end. This is what people call wine. After drinking it, you really feel like you have become an immortal.
Unconsciously, after drinking every sample, he finally came to the final cup of Huangliang Yimeng. And he himself had forgotten how much he drank. Anyway, if it weren't for Brother Zhang, he would have been able to go to the funeral in three days. When it was burned in the crematorium, it would probably smell like wine.
"You can't drink anything after this cup." Brother Zhang warned sternly, "If you drink any more, something will happen."
"good."
Young Master Only then did he recover.
"Is this wine... still available?"
"You can't drink anymore." Brother Zhang looked at his watch: "If you drink any more, something will happen."
Although Mr.
Now it seems that he must have drank the fine wine that only appeared in those ancient books. However, he should have been excited, but now he is still immersed in his big dream and cannot extricate himself. Sitting there, he suddenly feels a little lost in the world. of grievances and hatreds.
"Let's have something to eat." Brother Zhang took out a few side dishes: "That's enough for the wine."
"Well." Young Master Humiliate me, right? You humiliate me!"
Brother Zhang laughed and said, "I collected these all. I am definitely not as good as you in brewing wine myself."
Sincerity is always a must-win skill. Brother Zhang is sincere from top to bottom. If you are not as good as others, you are not as good as others. This is not a shameful thing.
"How did you collect all this wine? Share some with me."
Brother Zhang shook his head: "Yes, but not all of them. Some people will get into trouble if they drink too much."
"Then why don't I drink too much?"
"I can't control it." Brother Zhang said with a smile, "No one can control it."
Young Master X pondered for a moment: "Brother, did you put something in it?"
"Haha..." Brother Zhang smiled happily: "No, it's just that some wine shouldn't be human wine, and ordinary people can't handle it."
After saying this, people understood that, as he thought, the origin of these things is not simple, but what does it matter, just come here again next time you want to drink.
"It seems that you are also a player. What else is good?"
Brother Zhang became happy when he heard this: "I also like postcards!"
Ever since that day, Young Master X in Chunman Yangcheng didn't know what evil had taken hold of him, so he added a new hobby, which was collecting postcards. He was tossing around with the postcards he had collected in his room. He no longer cared about his usually well-kept appearance, and even asked the driver to drive him to a small alley every evening and come back at midnight.
And since Mr. He likes wine, and there are people here who can forget the hustle and bustle of the world after drinking a glass of wine. He likes the Xiangdao, where there are boring people who cook fragrant powder with various spices when they have nothing to do.
Almost all his favorites found a kindred spirit in this place.
Under the big sycamore tree, on the stone table, sometimes strong wine and sometimes clear tea, sometimes green smoke lingers, and the fragrance floats. What's more important is that no one here dislikes him for being a nouveau riche. Everyone warmly welcomes anyone who likes these avenues. This makes this young master almost completely addicted to Chang'an Lane. Brother Zhang is so hungry. Order a meal, and if you're thirsty, there's a coffee shop and even a herbal tea shop nearby. He almost wishes he could live in this place.
And of all these things, the most incomprehensible thing is Miss Succubus. She obviously wanted to use this prestigious rich second-generation playboy to inspire Brother Zhang's aggressiveness. In the end, the aggressiveness was not stimulated, and he... The rich second generation was made a monk.
"Have you heard that Young Master X seems to be crazy?"
Such rumors reached the ears of Miss Succubus, and she could only sigh in confusion. Mr. x is crazy, which is somewhat embarrassing.
And the young man who was said to be crazy is actually practicing Buddhism under the big sycamore tree with Aji who has lost his apprentice. It is ironic to say that this second-generation rich man who is drunk, lustful, wealthy and dirty, after being influenced by tea and wine, He actually began to have a strong interest in Buddhist philosophy again.
Isn't it a coincidence? There happens to be Ksitigarbha here who has lost his disciple and is in despair...
"What's going on?"
Miss Succubus has been feeling particularly confused these past few days. Now she can't be described as more than capable. The plot wasn't like this before. There should have been a villain who did all the bad things to get her, and then He was killed by the male protagonist who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Then the male protagonist shook his tiger body and showed his domineering attitude, shocking everyone with his ghostly smile.
I took advantage of the situation at this time and took advantage of the little bird. Isn't it a matter of course?
But who knew the plot would be like this? There is a bad boy, there is a male protagonist who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and there is also a beautiful girl who is cute as a bird, but the final outcome is that the bad boy makes friends with the male protagonist who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and finally converts to my Buddha.
"It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!" Ms. Succubus stood on her balcony with her hands on her hips: "I don't believe it!"
