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Chapter 116 A Bitch's Memorial Arch?

A small villa.

Wang Sheng called his brother Bing when he arrived at the door.

A man emerged from the villa's gate, quite conspicuous. Despite the cold weather, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, his muscles clearly defined. He wasn't the typical big, muscular guy from a gym; this guy had been in the military!

"Hello, my name is Zhang Bing."

"Shen Tianyi".

"Sun Xiaowei, soldier, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you."

Zhang Bing tilted his head and glanced at me: "Please come in."

really.

Inside the room were various gun models. They didn't mention them, and I felt awkward touching them, but they looked incredibly realistic.

People who have served in the military are straightforward.

Without any hesitation, he led us to his wine cabinet, which had an entire wall of wine!

"That's spectacular!"

When I get back, I'll build a wall and put all my favorite books in it!

Zhang Bing: "You're saying you'll buy two cases of this wine, drink one yourself, and give me the other?"

I nodded.

Zhang Bing: "Wang Sheng, go to the storage room and bring out the wine."

Wang Sheng moved the wine. The wine boxes were well-preserved, clean, and undamaged, suggesting that the previous owner was a collector.

With the liquor in front of me, I didn't hesitate for a moment; I forcefully tore open the cardboard box...

Zhang Bing: "Hey, slow down—"

late!

I took out a bottle of thatch and was about to pull off the little red string. Zhang Bing came over and grabbed my wrist.

Me: "Wow, no wonder you're a soldier, you've got some strength in your hands!"

Zhang Bing: "Mr. Shen, I'm impressed. You're not just showing off, you genuinely want to drink."

I put down the bottle: "I'll transfer the money to you now and get you a new case. You can keep this one."

Zhang Bing was a little embarrassed: "To be honest, this is the only case of 93 JD Special Edition Maotai left."

The scene was somewhat quiet.

Wang Sheng dared not utter a sound.

Sun Xiaowei was so quiet she could hear her own breathing.

I stared dumbfounded at the last remaining box, the packaging of which I had violently destroyed.

Me: "It's okay, just put it in a plastic bag, as long as the liquor is genuine."

Zhang Bing: "Okay. Just give me 20 yuan, I won't make money off you."

I was in a bit of a hurry to leave, and my words came out somewhat bluntly: "It's 50, and it's 50! Why is it so hard to spend money!"

Zhang Bing: "Mr. Shen, if you're looking to spend money, there's a collectible wine auction next week. I'll invite you; you can spend it all at once!"

Me: "Okay, I have something urgent to attend to, I won't delay any longer."

Zhang Bing: "I'll leave you my phone number."

After exchanging contact information, Zhang Xiaowei dragged me directly to Cuihu Tiandi.

Zhang Bing sat on the sofa: "Wang Sheng, what's the background of this Mr. Shen?"

Wang Sheng: "Brother Bing, the client that General Manager Sun brought is buying some gifts for his elders. He specifically asked for JD Special Supply Maotai. You know, General Manager Sun holds my life in his hands, I dare not offend him—"

Zhang Bing: "Okay, got it. Since you're here, have a drink with me."

Wang Sheng: "Okay, bro!"

Why does Wang Sheng call Zhang Bing "Big Brother Good"? Besides earning money by running errands for Zhang Bing, he also occasionally gets to drink some good wine with him. He benefits entirely from "Big Brother Good" and never suffers any loss in front of him.

Have any of you encountered a seemingly kind older brother who constantly tells you you have a broad perspective? In my experience, this kind of brother is just looking to take advantage of you.

Cuihu Tiandi, Ruiyuan.

Security personnel greeted them as usual.

Me: "If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. Just have the driver and car wait here for me."

Sun Xiaowei: "Okay, Mr. Shen, please feel free to contact me via WeChat if you need anything."

I gave the driver another 2000 yuan in cash: "You've worked hard these past few days, take this and find somewhere to eat. I estimate it will be evening."

Driver Xiao Chen: "Mr. Shen, we all get paid, we don't need this—"

Me: "Take it, if it doesn't work, we'll find someone else."

Xiao Chen glanced at Sun Xiaowei, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he put the money in his pocket.

I just entered the door.

The old man then came over.

"Grandpa, Sister Tong."

"See, I told you this kid would definitely take the wine."

It seems like Lao Tzu is making a bet with his daughter.

Yang Xiaotong: "You two. Xiao Shen, come inside quickly, Sister Zhang will have dinner ready soon."

Me: "Then I just happened to come at the right time!"

"Wait, what kind of wine is this?"

When the old man saw the plastic bag I was carrying, he thought it was just some random liquor I bought at the supermarket. But when he took it out and saw that it was Maotai liquor, and the bottle looked very old.

Me: "So, how's it going? Are we familiar with each other?"

The old man said, "It's familiar, all too familiar. Xiaotong, do you still recognize this wine?"

Yang Xiaotong is in her forties, but she is well-maintained. Every move she makes exudes maturity and elegance. She picked up the wine bottle and glanced at it: "1993 special edition? This wine is no longer available after production was discontinued. A large batch was even recalled back then."

Then Yang Xiaotong looked at me, her eyes scrutinizing me.

Me: "Sister, it was a coincidence that it was Maotai. My friend just happened to have these few bottles left. This is the wine I was planning to give as a gift."

When Yang Xiaotong saw that the security guard and I were each carrying a dusty jar and our clothes were covered in dust, she knew that I was indeed making a routine visit and had no other purpose.

"Alright, just leave the wine there. Don't do this again, or I won't let you come anymore."

Me: "If I want to bring good wine again, my wallet won't allow it next time."

Yang Xiaotong seemed to remember something, went into the house and took out a bag containing a square wrapped in newspaper: "This is the gold bar you took last time, take it with you this time."

I was in great pain: "Okay."

No problem. I offered it, but they refused. There's no need to argue about it; otherwise, it would seem like I was being too formal.

Didn't they accept the wine I gave them?

"Grandpa, which would you like to drink?"

"Drink from this jar. I'll brag about these six bottles to my old buddy later."

"Alright, I'll do as you say."

During drinking.

I told the old man about my experiences during this period.

Actually, I'm still a bit confused. I still feel somewhat guilty about the bar and the car-to-water heating conversion project.

When people drink too much, they become less vigilant.

With my savior in front of me, and feeling like I've been given a second chance at life, I can't help but start rambling on.

Me: "Sir, do you even consider myself a human being?"

Despite being drunk, the old man was quite shrewd. Instead of directly answering my question, he had his daughter answer it for him.

Perhaps because she was happy, Yang Xiaotong drank quite a bit.

Yang Xiaotong: "Xiao Shen, you were born into humble circumstances, and growing up was never easy. How can you talk about being innocent when you're climbing the ladder? Success is history, and posterity will write your story. One general's glory is built on the bones of countless others. If you want to be above others, you have to be able to withstand the world's scorn. First be a prostitute, then erect a memorial arch. Tell me, which is more important, a prostitute or a memorial arch?"

I looked at Yang Xiaotong in surprise. She had always been the eldest sister in my mind. Today's words were enlightening, but for such an elegant woman, they seemed a bit crude.

Me: "Of course, the memorial arch is more important."

Because of the alcohol, Yang Xiaotong's face was flushed.

"In short, do you want to swear, or be the one getting sworn at?"

Of course, the one who gets scolded is the superior one!

What good is impotent rage?

The old man said, "Young man, you should learn more from your older sister when you have time. You're still too green."

Me: "Big sister, you—?"

Yang Xiaotong smiled mysteriously.

I understand, I won't ask anything, I won't say anything.