After coming out of the study, Ye Fei wrote a recipe and asked Yang Yaodong to buy the above items, and then asked Yang Jianxiong to get a few bottles of soju.
After everything was prepared, Ye Fei went into the kitchen to start tinkering, and no one was allowed in during this period.
Five hours later, Ye Fei opened the glass door and came out with a smile on his face.
The Yang brothers wanted to ask something, but Ye Fei waved his hand to stop them.
Afterwards, Ye Fei took the two of them to Yang Baoguo's door again.
He knocked lightly on the door: "Old man, it's time for dinner..." Yang Baoguo said firmly: "Don't eat, I have no appetite."
"Really don't want to eat?"
Ye Fei smiled faintly, took out a wine bottle, opened the lid, and blew into the crack of the door.
Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong, who had always been puzzled, suddenly smelled the fragrance of bamboo as soon as they opened the bottle of wine, which could not stop pouring into their noses.
When they were exhausted, they suddenly felt that their whole bodies were smooth, and every pore could not stop opening. They felt indescribably refreshed and comfortable.
Great spirits.
The next second, there was only a thump inside, followed by a burst of footsteps, and the door was opened with a bang.
"Green bamboo leaves, green bamboo leaves..." Yang Baoguo kept sucking in his nose: "Is this the green bamboo leaves held by a thread?
Where does the thin thread come from to make the bamboo leaves green?"
His eyes finally fell on the wine bottle shaped like a jade beauty in Ye Fei's hand.
Yang Baoguo grabbed the wine bottle, smelled it hard at the mouth of the bottle, and then poured a drop on the back of his hand.
"It's really a thread that makes the bamboo leaves green."
He was so happy that he pulled Ye Fei and shouted: "Ye Fei, is this wine yours?
You sell it to me, sell it to me, buy this bottle for 100 million."
One hundred million?
One bottle?
Ye Fei's cost was only five hundred, five hours... Brother Yang Yaodong was stunned.
Ye Fei smiled: "Mr. Yang, I brewed this wine myself. I just brewed it today. I won't sell it, but I can give it to you."
"Give it to me?
Great, great.”
Yang Baoguo was very happy. Then he caught something. He looked at Ye Fei in shock: "Did you make this wine?"
Yang Jianxiong nodded: "Yes, Ye Fei brewed it. We watched him brew it and it took five hours."
"How can this be?"
"This Bamboo Leaf Green stopped being produced thirty years ago, and the secret recipe has been lost long ago. It is estimated that there are less than ten bottles in existence today."
Yang Baoguo looked at Ye Fei in disbelief: "You can't buy it with money, how can Ye Fei brew it..." The same taste, the same texture, and even the touching aroma of bamboo leaves are exactly the same.
"The fact is that Ye Fei brewed it. Dad, we will talk about this later. Now tell me about your heart problems."
Yang Yaodong quickly took over the topic: "Is this the green bamboo leaf that's your problem?"
"If my estimate is correct, the old man once treasured a bottle of Yinxianyu, but he accidentally broke it when he took it out a few days ago."
Ye Fei smiled: "This thread affects the world, and you can't buy it even if you have money, so the old man is so angry that he can't eat or sleep."
Yang Baoguo did not deny it, but nodded approvingly: "Ye Fei's analysis is correct."
As he spoke, he held the bottle of wine in his hand.
"Dad, what about it?"
Yang Jianxiong muttered: "No matter how top-notch this wine is, no matter how good it is, you don't have to seek death and survive, it scares us..." Yang Yaodong also didn't understand: "Yes, dad, you can see many things clearly. Even Zicheng back then
You don't even bother to come in, just a bottle of wine..." "You guys know nothing."
Yang Baoguo angrily scolded his son: "If it were purely about my taste, if it were broken, I would feel bad for a long time at most."
"But it affects whether your Uncle Chu can return to Zhonghai."
"Old Chu Zhonghai started his career and left for decades and never returned to Zhonghai. I invited him ten times and he refused ten times."
"It's not that he doesn't miss his old feelings and forgets his roots, but that he cares about the world and doesn't want people in the world to say that he only cares about one city or one pool."
Yang Baoguo's eyes became profound: "It's just that for me, his return to Zhonghai is of great significance."
"Not only can you three brothers reach a higher level, but it can also remind the world that this is the place where Truman made his fortune, so that all parties will not dare to mess around."
"And the way to make Lao Chu come back regardless of all costs is to use the bamboo leaf green brewed by his old friend."
"This bottle of wine is related to the future of the Yang family and the stability of Zhonghai. If I break it, can you stop getting angry?"
Yang Baoguo glared at his two sons in disgust.
Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong fell silent. They didn't expect their father to have such good intentions, but they still felt that he was messing around, and they felt guilty at the moment.
At the same time, they were extremely grateful to Ye Fei.
At this time, Ye Fei said: "Mr. Yang, your old friend is extraordinary. I'm afraid I can't hide it from him with my copycat Bamboo Leaf Green."
"Exactly the same, really exactly the same."
Yang Baoguo laughed loudly, hugged Ye Fei's shoulders and said: "Whether it is the taste or the fragrance, there is no deviation at all."
"I don't know how you did it, but if you didn't tell me you brewed it, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference."
"Of course, my old friend may see the clues, but does it matter if there is a little difference?"
"In a world where the first-string cord is about to become extinct, it is definitely a blessing for him to have such a taste of bamboo leaf green."
His eyes were blazing: "Ye Fei, can you brew a few more bottles?"
"Dad, you are too greedy. Ye Fei worked so hard for a long time that he didn't even eat because of your heartache."
Yang Yaodong hurriedly pulled Ye Fei away: "You taste the wine first, I'll take Ye Fei to eat, and we'll talk about it after we finish."
Ye Fei smiled and shouted to Yang Baoguo: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I will brew a few more bottles for you when I have time."
"Okay, okay, it's settled."
Yang Baoguo was so happy that he shouted to Yang Jianxiong: "Remember, one hundred million bottles, don't forget to give Ye Fei money."
Ye Fei almost fell down when he heard this and wondered if he should switch to winemaking?
After all, there are many ancient recipes for making wine in Shihai... "Brother Ye, this wine is really awesome. The more you drink, the more energetic you will be."
Half an hour later, in the Yang family dining room, the Yang brothers poured the residue of Bamboo Leaf Green into Maotai. They didn't take it seriously at first, but were shocked after taking a sip.
This wine is really the best. It has a clear color, refreshing aroma, and pure taste. Not only does it not hurt your brain, it also invigorates you.
Ye Fei smiled: "If you like to drink, drink more. I'll brew some for you another day when I have time."
"Then thank you, Brother Ye."
Yang Jianxiong was extremely grateful, and then took out a check and pushed it over: "Brother Ye, please accept the medical fee and wine money."
Two hundred million.
Ye Fei was startled: "This is too much."
Yang Jianxiong smiled and said: "Just accept it. If you don't accept it, the old man will probably beat us to death, and he will inevitably trouble you in the future."
When Ye Fei smiled and accepted it, Yang Yaodong picked up the phone and took a look, then looked at Ye Fei and said: "Brother Ye, I have a friend who is seriously ill and paralyzed. The situation is a bit critical. I wonder if you have time to take a look?"
He looked at Ye Fei expectantly.
"He is your friend, and he is also my friend."
Ye Fei smiled: "I can go and have a look."
I just received 200 million, and I’m too embarrassed to refuse.
"No, I'll let them come over."
Yang Yaodong smiled and patted Ye Fei's arm: "Let's continue drinking..." Thirty minutes later, the roar of a car sounded at the garden gate, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
"coming!"
Yang Yaodong dropped his wine glass, stood up with a smile, and greeted him out.
Ye Fei was startled, it was obvious that the person coming was of high status, otherwise Yang Yaodong would not greet him in person.
He stood up without asking.
Soon, a group of men and women in colorful clothes and a wheelchair appeared in Ye Fei's field of vision.
Seeing the man in the wheelchair and the woman beside him, Ye Fei's face darkened.
