Naturally, Shi Ziming didn't come here by chance, but two days ago, he heard Qin Feng and Cang Feilan say something to each other in Yuxuan: "In two days, Wangyueju will send a batch of excellent wine. Please take the time, Miss Cang."
, talk to Sir Sizheng and ask him to come early and taste it."
Anyone who knows Shi Ziming knows that Mr. Si Zheng is addicted to alcohol!
Therefore, Qin Feng expected that Shi Ziming would definitely come after hearing this.
As for why he did this, firstly, it was to consolidate the friendship between the two. After all, if you want to enhance the friendship between two men, the best way is either to drink together or to taste seafood together.
This second point is naturally to deal with unexpected troubles. The City Lord's Mansion was stuck in time and cut off the supply of drinks to Wangyue Residence. Naturally, it was possible to guess how many drinks were left in Wangyue Residence, and it took so much effort to sort out so many things.
, add fuel to the fire at the last minute, they can definitely do this!
And the reality was just as Qin Feng thought.
"Sizheng Shi Ziming, what are you doing here?" Ye Luoting frowned. The relationship between the City Lord's Mansion and the Demon Slayer Division was not harmonious.
Shi Ziming picked his ears: "This Wangyueju is a restaurant, what else can I do here besides eating and drinking?
On the other hand, the Young Master of the City Lord's Mansion, if you are doing all this beating and killing at the entrance of a good restaurant, wouldn't it be a joke to others?"
"We don't need your Demon Slayer Division to take care of our affairs in the City Lord's Mansion. Release my people quickly, otherwise." Ye Luoting was about to say harsh words, but the moment he met Shi Ziming's gaze, his words stopped.
At the edge of his mouth, he forcefully suppressed it.
Si Zheng, Shi Ziming, is the ceiling of Jinyang City's combat power, and he, Ye Luoting, is famous for bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
"What else? I want to hear it." Shi Ziming glanced at the dirt between his thumbs, wiped it on Ye Luoting's body, and patted it casually.
Being so humiliated, Ye Luoting didn't even dare to fart. He blushed and said harshly: "I'm going to find my father." He threw up his sleeves and left.
Now that the culprit was gone, Shi Ziming naturally would not embarrass the two guards, so he immediately used the puppet's tactics to free the two of them.
From the beginning to the end, the two warriors had stiff faces, without any change in their expressions.
This strange phenomenon couldn't help but make Shi Ziming look at it twice. His eyes opened to identify ghosts and souls, and then he frowned.
These two people don't have three souls and seven souls!
Shi Ziming glanced around. There were so many people and so many eyes. The small city of Jinyang couldn't stand the trouble and couldn't take action on the spot, but this matter must be clarified.
Then, he lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, and two little black figures emerged from the shadow under his feet, quietly blending into the shadows of the two departing warriors.
"Originally, I wanted to invite Mr. Si Zheng to come over for a drink, but I didn't expect that someone would turn his back and disturb your elegance." Qin Feng looked distressed.
"Boy, you asked me to come here to drink. Didn't you guess in advance that there would be trouble? Stop pretending to me here. If the wine doesn't taste good, you will feel better."
When the plot was exposed, Qin Feng was not embarrassed. Instead, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Sizheng, the wine will definitely satisfy you."
Shi Ziming nodded: "Hurry up and deal with the trouble. The profit from your restaurant will be shared by my Demon Slayer Division."
“It’s very simple.”
When Shi Ziming stepped into the restaurant, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said to everyone: "Some time ago, due to the shortage of drinks, we sold them in limited quantities. Because of their high price, they were not open to the first and second floors.
But no matter what the reason is, it would be our dereliction of duty at Wangyueju to neglect you all, so I hereby declare——
In the next three days, anyone who comes to my Wangyue Residence for dinner at noon will be given a pot of wine at each table, effective immediately!"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd instantly became commotion.
But some people still questioned: "Although it sounds nice, don't give us wine when the time comes. It will have more flavor than water."
Many people responded.
Qin Feng smiled slightly and did not defend himself. Instead, he took out a glass of distilled liquor diluted with water from the Sumeru Ring.
Even if the wine is diluted with water, the aroma is still intoxicating.
Some wine lovers, while indulging in the aroma of wine, asked in a trembling voice: "Is this the wine you want to give us?"
“Exactly this wine!”
"Didn't you lie to us?"
"I, Qin Feng, always tell the truth!"
After receiving the confirmation, all the people looked at each other and immediately started pushing and queuing up. If you spend money to buy this kind of fine wine, you don't know how much it will cost.
How can we not drive people crazy when pie-in-the-sky things happen?
And the crisis in Wangyue Residence has been solved here.
Qin Feng took Lan Ningshuang and Shopkeeper Peng to the kitchen. Shopkeeper Peng expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart all the way.
"However, young master, will it cost a lot to deliver such good drinks in three days?" Peng Qing was a little worried.
Qin Feng didn't say anything more, but took out a hundred jars of wine from the Sumeru Ring and gave instructions.
Naturally, it is impossible to sell original wine directly. As a profiteer, you must mix it with water. As for how to mix it, it naturally depends on who the customer is.
Qin Feng had already made plans to sell only one bottle of genuine original distilled liquor every month, and it would also be in the form of bidding, so as to take advantage of the rich people.
This can be regarded as a contribution to narrowing the gap between the rich and the poor in Jinyang City, and Qin Feng feels at ease.
After everything was explained, Qin Feng left the kitchen. He believed that with the ability of shopkeeper Peng, he would know what to do next.
Arriving at the second floor of Wangyue House, Shi Ziming had already ordered the food and sat at the window seat.
Lan Ningshuang knew that her uncle had something to talk to Sizheng, so she found another place to sit down.
Qin Feng walked up to Shi Ziming and took out a jar of original distilled liquor from the Sumeru Ring without saying a word.
The moment the lid of the wine jar was opened, the entire second floor stopped holding their chopsticks and looked at it. The aroma of the wine was simply life-threatening.
Shi Ziming's eyes widened, he couldn't wait to pour a bowl, drank it in one gulp, and then he felt a little ecstasy.
He had been to Fengtian City, entered the best restaurant, and drank the strongest wine, but even that wine was completely incomparable to the altar in front of him.
"What's the name of this wine?" Shi Ziming asked in surprise.
"I named it Xianrenzui."
"The wine is good, and the name is not bad either! Such good wine is not cheap."
"There is a price but no market."
The two looked at each other with cunning smiles on their faces.
"Boss, what kind of wine are you drinking? Give us some?" There are not many idle martial arts practitioners in Jinyang City, so the guests on the second floor are mostly from the Demon Slayer Division, and there are many people who are good drinkers among them.
When he smelled the aroma of the wine, he naturally came to ask for it shamelessly.
But in the end, without exception, they were all shouted back by Shi Ziming.
He himself had too little of such fine wine, so how could he possibly share it with others.
After drinking this drink, the chatterbox naturally started to open up. As the two chatted, they talked about the acquisition of a restaurant.