() Found the way home!

"Grandpa Han, please take a closer look at the contract. If you have any questions or don't know, you can contact me." Chen Fang sent Han Xiao home and told Mr. Han about the morning assessment. He asked Han Xiao to take out the contract and give it to the old man to take a look.

Under the old man's ruthlessness, Chen Fang still left him 5,000 yuan and asked Han Xiao to buy some nutritional supplements to replenish it.

Fangyuan rested today, and Chen Fang arrived at the bar very early in the afternoon. The bar opened at 2 o'clock, and the morning waiter was already at work at around 1:30, and the housekeeper was responsible for cleaning and organizing the housework. Yun Xiaofu of the finance department was also there, and she was responsible for handing over the bar’s business accounts with the cashier the day.

"Hello, boss!" Yun Xiaofu and the cashier looked at Chen Fang who entered the door curiously, and occasionally covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

"What's wrong? This expression. Isn't it just that I haven't been here for half a month and I don't know each other anymore?" Chen Fang touched his nose and felt a little uncomfortable with Yun Xiaofu's gaze.

"No, it's mainly because the person I know about me suddenly became an internet celebrity, which is a bit strange." Then he asked in a gossip: "Boss, Wang Xiaocong really came to our bar yesterday? Are you really friends with him?"

"Go and go, go and do whatever you should do." Chen Fang rushed the onlookers to work hard.

"Yesterday Fang Yuan mentioned it to me that the turnover during Christmas has hit a new high. Last month, the employees who worked were given a bonus of 1,000 yuan, and the administrators were 2,000 yuan per person." The bar management was Fang Yuan, the financial manager, waiter and the chef of the kitchen.

"Thank you, boss. You are so generous." Since Chen Fang took over the bar, he has sent benefits several times. Yun Xiaofu and others also like this generous boss very much.

At 3:30 pm, "Yanjingcheng Laotao" came to the bar on the third day of June. "Hello! You must be the boss Shen Shen who is in the wind and the heroic spirit of Yushu." A man in his thirty years old saw Chen Fang sitting next to the bar and bowed, "My brother Tao Chengren, the gangster name "Yanjingcheng Laotao" in the rivers and lakes. He was disturbed when he met for the first time."

At first glance, the man was a stubborn man in Yanjing City. He was wearing a Chinese double-breasted cotton jacket, with a round face and a slightly fat face. He had a fashionable style of shoveling on both sides. His hair was slightly longer in the middle and a small braid facing backwards. He wore a Guanyin made of Hotan seed jade carved on his neck, a string of patellared red sandalwood bracelets on his right wrist, and a string of olive-carved Arhats on his left wrist. He wore a bracelet with a core carved Buddha's hand tied to the lanyard of the mobile phone in his hand.

"Oh, you are here, please sit down! I open the door to do business. Master Tao, you can come here with your face, so you can also give me a face. It's fun to drink today, and it's all my fault." Chen Fang looked at his style and catered to him.

"Old Yanjing native?" Tao Chengren stood in front of the bar and looked at Shen Ling for a while.

"Old Hutong Skewers." Chen Fang returned.

"Haha, my own people." Tao Chengren also returned happily.

Lao Tao's surname is Tao, Tao Yuanming's Tao, and his name is Tao Chengren. Just like his own introduction, his ancestors never bowed for five dou of rice, so he did not bother with the work of Yanjing City's ministries and commissions, and was a market glutton.

But in Shen Fang's opinion, he should have other business, otherwise he would not be able to enjoy such a comfortable life in Yanjing City. However, it was not easy to have a deep chat when we first met, so we didn't ask further.

"Young Master Chen, just call me Lao Tao. Can you take out your 1982 bottle and let your brother smell it?" Tao Chengren's tone made Chen Fang speechless.

Chen Fang entered the bar, took out half of the bottle of wine left over from his place, and poured him a glass, "Don't smell it anymore, this is what I drank myself, and there is still half a bottle. Let's dry it today."

Today, the waiter at the bar was Fang Yuan's apprentice, named Zhang Peng. He had been learning from him for three years and had the ability to succeed Fang Yuan Qi. Chen Fang explained to him, and then sat with Tao Chengren in a corner of the bar and tasted it slowly.

Lao Tao sniffed the amber wine in the glass first, took a small sip and slowly savored it, and drank the remaining wine in the last sip. "This wine tastes so good. I really don't know how to describe it. It should be said to be 'smooth', and I don't know if it's appropriate."

"Puff..." Chen Fang couldn't help laughing when he heard his description. Looking at Lao Tao who was a little embarrassed, Chen Fang quickly explained: "Lao Tao, don't mind, I'm really not laughing at you. Many American locals and Bourbon also describe this word."

Then Lao Tao, whose face was slowing down, poured the wine glass, "Later, an American wine tasting master of so-called bourbon, wrote a post 'Never use smoothness to describe a bottleneck'. He listed countless fragrances in it, including the fragrance of leather book leather soaked with butter and milk candy, the fragrance of citrus peel, the fragrance of vanilla pods, the fragrance of fresh oak barrels, etc. Countless fragrances can describe the taste brought by bourbon. The word smoothness is too poor. Unexpectedly, all the replies below are the word 'smooth'."

This interesting thing made Lao Tao laugh a little: "I didn't expect that American wine friends also have the same taste. Next time I go to the United States, I will chat with them."

Chen Fang also sighed: "In the end, a professional newspaper commentator published a blog about this matter. The deep American wine friends agreed: Can you not be so serious? Think about it, we enjoyed bourbon at the beginning, just because it can bring us a pleasant feeling. It is just a tasting wine. No matter what fragrance you taste or not, drinking it will be a winner in life."

"Yes, Mr. Chen, you can drink bourbon often here. This is the winner of life. If you can drink it for 1982 years, you will be the king of winners."

"Anyway, you have nothing to do. Come to me when you have time. Although there are not many in 1982, there are still some in 1985."

"Yes, it's better to keep your value like wine. The older the good wine, the higher the value. Now the best 1985-year-old Bourbon is more than 20,000 yuan per bottle. If it takes another two years, it will be around 100,000 yuan."

"There is no way. The more you drink vintage wine, the less you can drink, the more you want. Is it expensive? Just like Maotai in Guizhou Province, the Maotai ten years ago has increased by more than ten times more than now."

After drinking a few drinks, Lao Tao was a little dizzy and signaled Chen Fang to slowly start: "When talking about Moutai, I have to say that the current Moutai stock price is 280 yuan per share, with a market value of more than 300 billion yuan. Half of the GDP of the entire Qianzhou Province is driven by it. Just kidding, is this scientific? I just couldn't stand these things back then, so I left the China Securities Regulatory Commission. The water in the Chinese stock market is too deep."

"Oh, it turns out that Brother Tao was from the China Securities Regulatory Commission before. He was indifferent to the Chinese stock market and Chinese characteristics. I can't tell you some things. Everyone is drunk and I am awake. Brother Tao retreated simply. I admire him."

"What does 'everyone get drunk' mean? In fact, it's like everyone pretending to be drunk, just like you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. If you don't believe it, you can see that the stock price of Moutai shares will continue to move upwards. Even if the country promulgates the 'prohibition order', many people now consider stocking up as a kind of investment. Foreign wine depends on the year and harvest. The wine will become more and more expensive as the wine is. In our country, as long as it leaves the factory, it will be stocked up, regardless of whether it is good or bad." Lao Tao was a little depressed and stuffed the wine in the glass again.

"What are you mainly playing with now? Cultural and Arts? Stock Market?"

"I am now an IPO dealer, and there are many acquaintances in the CSRC. Many companies want to go public, but they have to leave their relationship. So, my buddy has become a dealer. I have been a assistant to the chairman of the company that wants to go public for several months, helping them make the financial data more beautiful and open the listing checkpoints. After going public, I will sell the shares to them and get out of here." Tao Chengren became more and more depressed as he spoke. It was probably because he met a confidant. Finally, he smiled bitterly: "I have now become the person I looked down upon the most in the past."

Seeing Tao Chengren, who was drunk, lying on the bar, Shen Fang found two waiters and helped him to the sofa in the upper room to rest, and arranged for someone to pay attention outside the door, and try to help with it if necessary.
Chapter completed!