Feng Zhou smiled and said, "Master, why are you in such a hurry? Let's drink a few glasses of wine and rinse your mouth first."
Jigong is not the kind of person who is strict and serious. He just smiled when he heard this: "How many sips do you have to drink to rinse your mouth? You are so generous in sealing the shopkeeper!"
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "I heard that Master Daoji's slogan is that if wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will remain in the heart. As long as you, Master Daoji, have Buddha in your heart, do good and stop evil, and it is said that if you have good wine to rinse your mouth, it will be a pond of wine and a forest of meat, so what's the problem?
?”
Regardless of whether Jigong agreed or not, Feng Zhou slapped him in the face.
He had made countless preparations for this day, so the waiters in the restaurant lined up, each holding a tray with wine bottles and glasses in their hands, and walked into the private room one by one.
Each bottle of wine has a different name written on it.
Shengshenzhou rum, Rakshasa vodka, Thai and Western red wine...the varieties are listed one by one, there are hundreds of them.
After a while, a steady stream of wine bottles filled all the tables in the entire private room. Seeing the dazzling array of items and the aroma of wine filling the room, Monk Jigong's eyes widened.
The conscience of heaven and earth, although Jigong likes to drink wine and eat meat, that's all. He doesn't want those Taoist wine lovers who can't help but like drinking and tasting wine.
There was so much wine there that I got drunk just by smelling it.
"Shopkeeper Feng, Monk, although I love wine, my tongue is very rough and I can't taste the various differences of these fine wines. If you ask Monk to taste the wine, I'm afraid it's like a cow chewing peonies." Jigong said in confusion.
He really didn't understand what this shopkeeper Feng was doing.
Feng Zhou laughed: "Master Daoji, by listing these fine wines one by one, I am actually conveying an important message to you."
"Oh? What information?" Jigong picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.
"So much wine is spread not only across China, but also all over the world. Almost all the fine wines in the world are included in them. This fully proves a truth. Not only am I well-informed and traveled all over the world, but I am also very rich.
ah."
"Pfft." Jigong spurted out what was in his mouth in one breath.
He didn't wipe his mouth, just raised his eyes to look at Feng Zhou and sighed: "Yes, you are right. Not only are you rich, but you have also traveled around the world and are well-informed. These wines are proof of that."
"That's right!" Feng Zhou patted the table lightly: "As the master said, the younger generation has a fortune of hundreds of millions. If you don't squander the family, you won't be able to make money in the past few years. My martial arts qualifications are unique, and my age
I have reached the pinnacle of contemporary martial arts in a short time, swept through the Shaolin Temple, and the Quanzhen Sect is not a problem at all. I am also born with talents, handsome and unrestrained, with jade trees facing the wind, riding a horse across a slanted bridge, and red-sleeved moves all over the building. This is the kind of person I am talking about!
"
Even though Jigong was crazy, he couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly, but when he thought about it carefully, the young and rich shopkeeper Feng was not boasting. For a person like him, I'm afraid there is no young man in the world who can do better than him.
Otherwise, this kid wouldn't even dare to confront the emperor who was visiting privately incognito.
Seeing that Jigong's eyes had tacitly agreed, Feng Zhou let out a long sigh, showing endless melancholy. He patted the table again and sighed: "For a rich man like me, the world must think that I am carefree.
I eat two bowls of rice at a meal, and I eat one bowl and another bowl, but how do they know the emptiness, loneliness and coldness in my heart? The so-called people who know me say that I am worried, but those who don’t know me mean that what do I want?"
After hearing Feng Zhou boasting like this, Jigong is a good person.
Of course I won't say it directly.
Feng Zhou smiled and said, "Master, why are you in such a hurry? Let's drink a few glasses of wine and rinse your mouth first."
Jigong is not the kind of person who is strict and serious. He just smiled when he heard this: "How many sips do you have to drink to rinse your mouth? You are so generous in sealing the shopkeeper!"
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "I heard that Master Daoji's slogan is that if wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will remain in the heart. As long as you, Master Daoji, have Buddha in your heart, do good and stop evil, and it is said that if you have good wine to rinse your mouth, it will be a pond of wine and a forest of meat, so what's the problem?
?”
Regardless of whether Jigong agreed or not, Feng Zhou slapped him in the face.
He had made countless preparations for this day, so the waiters in the restaurant lined up, each holding a tray with wine bottles and glasses in their hands, and walked into the private room one by one.
Each bottle of wine has a different name written on it.
Shengshenzhou rum, Rakshasa vodka, Thai and Western red wine...the varieties are listed one by one, there are hundreds of them.
After a while, a steady stream of wine bottles filled all the tables in the entire private room. Seeing the dazzling array of items and the aroma of wine filling the room, Monk Jigong's eyes widened.
The conscience of heaven and earth, although Jigong likes to drink wine and eat meat, that's all. He doesn't want those Taoist wine lovers who can't help but like drinking and tasting wine.
There was so much wine there that I got drunk just by smelling it.
"Shopkeeper Feng, Monk, although I love wine, my tongue is very rough and I can't taste the various differences of these fine wines. If you ask Monk to taste the wine, I'm afraid it's like a cow chewing peonies." Jigong said in confusion.
He really didn't understand what this shopkeeper Feng was doing.
Feng Zhou laughed: "Master Daoji, by listing these fine wines one by one, I am actually conveying an important message to you."
"Oh? What information?" Jigong picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.
"So much wine is spread not only across China, but also all over the world. Almost all the fine wines in the world are included in them. This fully proves a truth. Not only am I well-informed and traveled all over the world, but I am also very rich.
ah."
"Pfft." Jigong spurted out what was in his mouth in one breath.
He didn't wipe his mouth, just raised his eyes to look at Feng Zhou and sighed: "Yes, you are right. Not only are you rich, but you have also traveled around the world and are well-informed. These wines are proof of that."
"That's right!" Feng Zhou patted the table lightly: "As the master said, the younger generation has a fortune of hundreds of millions. If you don't squander the family, you won't be able to make money in the past few years. My martial arts qualifications are unique, and my age
I have reached the pinnacle of contemporary martial arts in a short time, swept through the Shaolin Temple, and the Quanzhen Sect is not a problem at all. I am also born with talents, handsome and unrestrained, with jade trees facing the wind, riding a horse across a slanted bridge, and red-sleeved moves all over the building. This is the kind of person I am talking about!
"
Even though Jigong was crazy, he couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly, but when he thought about it carefully, the young and rich shopkeeper Feng was not boasting. For a person like him, I'm afraid there is no young man in the world who can do better than him.
Otherwise, this kid wouldn't even dare to confront the emperor who was visiting privately incognito.
Seeing that Jigong's eyes had tacitly agreed, Feng Zhou let out a long sigh, showing endless melancholy. He patted the table again and sighed: "For a rich man like me, the world must think that I am carefree.
I eat two bowls of rice at a meal, and I eat one bowl and another bowl, but how do they know the emptiness, loneliness and coldness in my heart? The so-called people who know me say that I am worried, but those who don’t know me mean that what do I want?"
After hearing Feng Zhou boasting like this, Jigong is a good person.