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Chapter 18 Maotai

Xu Damao heard what Du Fei meant: "You mean to tell me to go step by step, don't stare at the deputy section chief, start with the entire squad leader, section chief or something like that?"

"Hey~ That's right!" Du Fei raised his glass and touched it with Xu Damao: "That's what it means! Take it step by step, don't be greedy for big money, no one in the past can become fat in one bite."

Xu Damao pondered over it, gradually savoring the taste. He couldn't help but slap his thigh and danced excitedly: "Brother~brother~ from today on, you are my brother Xu Damao! These words tonight really made me...

...Let me...how do you say that?"

"Enlightenment~" Du Fei interjected.

"Yes, yes! It's an enlightenment." Xu Damao laughed.

He didn't expect that just inviting Du Fei for a drink would actually bring him such great gains.

I saw that the bottle of Erguotou on the table was almost empty.

Xu Damao's face turned red, and he rummaged through the cabinets. After searching for a long time, he was asked to take out a bottle of Moutai wrapped in brown paper from the deepest part of the cabinet!

Bang!

Xu Damao put the wine bottle on the table: "The Moutai from 1953 was obtained from my father-in-law. I couldn't bear to touch it during the Chinese New Year. Today, my two brothers finished it."

Du Fei was also surprised. He didn't expect that Xu Damao actually had such a good thing hidden in his home.

Although Du Fei is not an alcoholic, Maotai's reputation is too great.

Before time travel, he had lived for half his life and had only drunk the most ordinary Maotai liquor.

The bottle in front of me is 53 years old. It has been stored for twelve years now...

That night, I drank until about ten o'clock before Du Fei went home.

He has a good drinking capacity, and because Xu Damao is greedy for drinking, a bottle of Erguotou plus a bottle of Maotai, the total amount that goes into Du Fei's mouth is less than half a catty.

I was blown away by the cold wind when I went out, and I woke up from the wine.

Tonight, Du Fei had a pleasant conversation with Xu Damao. The most important thing was that he established a "very resourceful and unpredictable" persona in Xu Damao's heart.

When Xu Damao sobers up tomorrow, he will think about it.

Just what Du Fei told him about the 'main department, minor subjects' was enough for him to think about it for three days and three nights, trying to figure out how much background Du Fei had to be able to master this knowledge.

Although Xu Damao's character is not very good and he is a real villain, he is a qualified bastard for those who are stronger than him and have a higher status than him.

As for whether it would change Xu Damao's fate, Du Fei was not sure, let alone cared about it. It was just a casual move.

When I got home, I filled the stove with firewood and briquettes, washed my face and feet, got into bed and went to sleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already the next morning.

Du Fei glanced at the wall clock, it was just ten minutes past seven.

He didn't stay in bed, stretched and sat up.

I drank less than half a catty of wine last night, but I didn't feel like I was hungover.

Get dressed, wash your face and brush your teeth, then push your bicycle and go to work.

I didn't meet Xu Damao all morning. I guess I drank too much last night and was hungover.

Du Fei first went to the breakfast stall and ate two fried dough sticks, then went to find Master Wang to pay for yesterday's bicycle.

At this time, Master Wang hadn't left his stall yet, but his house was in the alley behind the car repair stall. Du Fei sent him directly to his house before going to the street to order some mao.

After all the hard work, by the time he arrived at the office, it was almost 7:50.

It's not too early at this point. Most of the people in the office have arrived. Fortunately, I'm not the last one, and I don't seem to be slacking off.

Say hello to everyone, sit at the desk, follow the same pattern, wipe the table first, and then turn on the water.

After everyone was busy, it was exactly eight o'clock when Section Chief Qian walked in at the clock mark.

After a while, someone from the inner courtyard called the deputy section chief or above to come in for a meeting.

Although Zhu Ting had not yet mentioned the minor subject, she was also called over.

I don’t know what kind of meeting was held, but Section Chief Qian and Zhu Ting went there for more than an hour before they came back.

Du Fei changed the tea leaves twice and mingled with a book until lunch time.

In the office, some people rush to the boiler room, while others ride bicycles home.

We went to the canteen to eat, including Section Chief Qian, Zhu Ting, Du Fei, and people from other offices in the street office, a total of eleven people.

Section Chief Qian introduced Du Fei one by one.

When we arrived at the small canteen, people from the nearby Grain Management Office and the Inspection Office had already arrived, and there were about ten people in total.

The dishes are cabbage stewed with vermicelli, potato slices stir-fried with carrots, and the staple food is steamed two-sided noodles and steamed buns.

Du Fei ate two fried dough sticks early in the morning and drank tea all morning. By noon, he was already hungry.

I had a lot of fun chatting with everyone while eating.

When he was about to leave after eating, Du Fei saw Section Chief Qian entering the kitchen and followed him on the pretext of paying for this month's meal.

First, he called Section Chief Qian's wife Auntie, and then gave Section Chief Qian a sly smile.

Section Chief Qian raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you, like a thief?"

Du Fei leaned over and reached into his shoulder bag, but actually took out a wine bottle from his pocket. It was the same bottle of Maotai that he and Xu Damao drank yesterday.

Du Fei said cheerfully: "There are still one or two more Maotai from 1953. I'd like to give you a try. You can't dislike it."

When Section Chief Qian heard this, his eyes lit up.

Ma Liu stretched out his hand to grab the wine bottle, opened the lid and took a deep sniff, showing an expression of enjoyment on his face, and then couldn't wait to take a small mouth-to-mouth sip.

From the first meeting, Du Fei smelled the faint smell of wine lees on Section Chief Qian's body and knew that this man must be an old alcoholic.

Yesterday Xu Damao lay down after drinking, and there was still one or two bottles of wine left in the bottle.

Du Fei thought about it and brought it to Section Chief Qian to try.

Regardless of the fact that Section Chief Qian is of high rank, his monthly salary plus subsidy is 105 yuan. In addition, his wife also earns 20 to 30 yuan from running this small canteen.

But Moutai is not something you can just buy if you want, let alone one that is more than five years old and has been stored for more than ten years.

Section Chief Qian took a sip and immediately smiled, not caring at all that it was leftover wine.

Du Fei didn't say anything else. He sent the wine out and turned around to leave. He had other things to do at noon today.

When Du Fei went out, Section Chief Qian's wife also went up to smell it out of curiosity, but she didn't smell anything special about the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of soybean paste.

Looking at Section Chief Qian's beautiful face, he muttered: "Is it really that good?"

Section Chief Qian curled his lips and tightened the bottle cap: "Young woman, what do you know! Even the big bosses above may not be able to drink this wine easily. Du Fei..."

Du Fei returned to the street, but did not enter the office. He directly picked up his bicycle and rushed to Sanliang Station in the north of the city.

He learned yesterday that Chu Cheng was working at Sanliang Station, so he planned to go there today to check it out, make contact, and buy some food on the way.

The only thing left in Du Fei's rice vat is a few kilograms of stick noodles.

Although he doesn't eat at home in the morning and noon, he always has to cook at night and on Sundays. It would be impossible if there is no food stored at home.

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