Chapter 3 Joy begets sorrow

  Night falls, and people's repressed ** of the day are also released with the night.

  Although Zhuangyuan Ge Hotel is a mid-range hotel, it has a good location and is now also crowded with vehicles.

  Beautiful women and luxury cars are intertwined under the flashing neon lights, casting a somewhat ambiguous gentle night color.

  Chu Feng stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the hustle and bustle outside, his thoughts were in disarray.

  I thought yesterday was just a beautiful dream, but everything turned out to be true. The Heavenly Scrap Station really exists, and the sheep fat jade clean bottle is quietly lying inside, and Chu Feng has already filled it with a catty of Lang wine.

  A dull and unremarkable ring, currently worn on the left hand's nameless finger, even bright light cannot reflect any luster on it.

  Chu Feng gently stroked the dark ring with his fingertips, and a feeling of being connected by blood vessels arose in his heart, as if this ring was a part of his body.

  "Huh..." Chu Feng slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his eyes becoming even more perplexed, just like someone who had been waiting for the grand prize all day and suddenly won it, but then didn't know what to do.

  ……

  "Chu wind, 218 private rooms need a bottle of 5-year-old, 53-degree Maotai."

  Jiang Congcong's pleasant voice broke into Chu Feng's chaotic thoughts, forcibly pulling him back to reality. This beautiful girl was in charge of the front desk at Zhuangyuan Ge Hotel and had a good relationship with Chu Feng.

  Chu Feng nodded vigorously and smiled at Jiang Congcong: "I'll send it over right away."

  Jiang Congcong's beautiful eyes narrowed into curved crescent moons as she leaned in close to Chu Feng, giggling and saying: "This bottle of wine is quite expensive, you're going to have to treat us!"

  "Ah, I'll definitely treat you," Chu Feng said with a grin, intentionally exaggerating his closeness to Jiang Congcong and taking a deep sniff: "So fragrant!"

  "Disgusting!" Jiang Congcong clenched her fist and raised it, as if she wanted to hit.

  Chu Feng smiled and walked quickly towards the workshop.

  Looking at the 5-year-old 53-degree Maotai in his hand, Chu Feng couldn't help but think of the sheep's fat jade bottle. If it could really store a day's worth of time and turn the wine into a hundred-year-old vintage, wouldn't he be rich?

  Thinking so, Chu Feng suddenly burst out laughing, and his hand shook violently, causing the Maotai wine in the plate to spill directly onto the ground.

  "Bang!"

  A crisp sound, accompanied by splashing wine, a strong aroma that directly assaults the nostrils, and Chu Feng's dizzy head also followed with a loud hum, pulling him back from his beautiful fantasy.

  "Ah!"

  Chu Feng let out a loud and depressed cry. It was truly a case of extreme joy begetting extreme sorrow. Originally, he could have gotten a pretty good commission, but now it had turned into having to pay for the wine himself.

  "It's all money!" Chu Feng looked at the wine splashed everywhere on the ground, and hastily went to collect the remaining shards with residual wine.

  But Maotai bottles are fragile to begin with, and they broke from the bottom, so it's impossible to salvage them. Chu Feng looked at the scattered shards on the ground, feeling utterly helpless.

  "What can be done?" Chu Feng was stunned, a bottle of Maotai, that's worth several thousand yuan, his monthly salary is only three thousand yuan.

  Suddenly, he had an epiphany and remembered the sheep fat jade bottle. Yesterday, in order to test it, he had filled a bottle with Lang wine, which was now over a day old. If it really took only one day to become a hundred-year-old vintage, wouldn't that mean...

  Thinking of this, Chu Feng's eyes became brighter and he quickly swept up the scattered wine and fragments on the ground, then directly ran to the workroom.

  Just as Chu Feng had just left, Wu Meng appeared in his original position, taking a deep breath of the air, then glanced at the trash can beside him, a smile of schadenfreude appearing on his face.

  He looked around carefully, and only when he was sure there was no one else in the workroom did Chu Feng finally put his mind at ease. He carefully took out the sheep fat jade clean bottle, silently praying that it wouldn't disappoint him, or else he would really be done for!

  In a state of extreme nervousness, Chu Feng opened the sheep fat jade clean bottle, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine overflowed from the sheep fat jade clean bottle. The fragrance was mellow and thick, elegant and subtle, yet it penetrated deep into one's heart. Just smelling it for a moment made Chu Feng feel invigorated, and he couldn't help but want to take a sip immediately.

  "Ah, it's really a hundred-year-old Chenyong!" Chu Feng's joy was beyond words, he trembled as he put the lid on the sheep fat jade bottle, tightly hugging it in his arms, just about to leave the workshop, but suddenly stopped again.

  "It's not good to take it out like this." Chu Feng thought for a moment, then found a warm wine cup and poured the hundred-year-old Chenlang wine from the sheep fat jade bottle into it.

  He carefully placed the sheep fat jade bottle and then carried the hundred-year-old Lang wine out of the workshop.

  At this time, the Zhuangyuan Pavilion was at its busiest hour of the day. Chu Feng carried a hundred-year-old Lang wine and walked over, his heart suddenly moved. Although he felt that this hundred-year-old Lang wine was not bad, he didn't have confidence in it after all.

  Why don't we...

  Thinking so, he quietly opened the lid of the thermos cup, and a strong wine aroma instantly wafted out.

  Around Chu Feng, many wine guests who were waiting for the banquet to start gathered around, and at the first moment they smelled this wine fragrance, they tightly wrinkled their noses and looked around.

  "What's this? Where did this wine aroma come from?"

  "This wine is too fragrant, I dare bet it must be an aged vintage!"

  ……

  Looking at the somewhat disheveled wine guests, no one suspected Chu Feng's body, after all, that strong wine aroma was really hard to associate with this broken teacup.

  Chu Feng saw this and feared that things would get out of hand, so he quickly covered the burning cup and quietly walked into room 218.

  "What we want is Maotai, how did you bring us this?" In the room, a middle-aged man with a thick gold chain around his neck looked at Chu Feng with arrogance and scolded loudly.

  Facing the middle-aged man's rebuke, Chufeng was prepared early on, but still couldn't help feeling a bit apprehensive in his heart. With no choice, he shot back: "Please listen to my explanation."

  "I don't want to hear your explanation, bring your manager here now!" The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with disdain and contempt, his attitude was extremely overbearing, and his voice was so loud that it made the entire private room buzz.

  Chu Feng saw that the middle-aged man didn't give him a chance to speak, his heart sank, and his mind quickly turned over, but suddenly he had an idea. He quietly opened the lid of the wine cup, then subtly aimed at the mouth of the bottle and slowly blew air, the rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire room.

  Those who can drink 5-year-old 53-degree Maotai are absolutely rich and prestigious people. Such people have drunk countless famous wines, and after soaking in famous wines for a long time, they can naturally distinguish between good and bad smells.

  At this time, the middle-aged man had already walked to the door and shouted out: "Who's in charge of you guys? Hurry up..."

  But before he could finish speaking, his nose caught the strong smell of wine that invaded his heart and spleen, and his whole body tensed up, causing him to swallow back the rest of his words.

  The originally tense scene suddenly became completely still, and everyone's eyes were fixed tightly on the beaker in Chu Feng's hand.

  "Bang..."

  It was unclear who couldn't hold back, but a drop of saliva slipped from the corner of their mouth, breaking the silence in the room.

  Although everyone here is a veteran of the wine scene, having drunk countless famous wines and many old vintages, not one of them has ever had a hundred-year-old vintage.

  Moreover, the hundred-year-old wine that Chu Feng took out was stored in a sheep fat jade bottle, and its flavor had changed, it was really too fragrant, too mellow, and too enticing!

  Everyone's eyes were greedily fixed on the unremarkable thermos in Chu Feng's hand, as if they couldn't wait to take a sip immediately.

  Chu Feng took in everyone's expressions one by one, and seeing the inappropriate timing, he let out a sigh: "This wine was left over from my ancestors' Xinhai Revolution. Today, I accidentally broke a few bottles of Maotai, so I wanted to use this bottle of wine to compensate everyone. Since you all don't agree, then I'll exchange it for a bottle of Maotai."

  Chu Feng said as he was about to pick up the thermos on the table.

  "No need to exchange, we'll just take this one!" It was the person who had previously dropped the mouthwash. Seeing that Chu Feng really wanted to take away the beaker, he couldn't sit still anymore. He quickly snatched the beaker from in front of Chu Feng and tightly hugged it in his arms, even taking a deep sniff, with a look of intoxication on his face.

  The wine that was left over from the Xinhai Revolution is now a hundred years old, this is a real century-old vintage!

  It's just that even without a drinking habit, seeing such a bottle of hundred-year-old wine from the Xinhai Revolution period can't help but move one's heart.

  This is not liquor, it's history!

  Middle-aged people treat others as guests, originally just want to satisfy the people they invite, now seeing everyone's eyes, how can they still not understand.

  "Put down the wine! We've changed!" The middle-aged man also quietly took a sip of water, and the disdain in his eyes slightly dissipated, but his tone was still high and mighty.

  At this moment, Chu Feng just wanted this matter to end quickly and didn't have time to care about his attitude.

  But just as Chu Feng was about to leave, Wang De Man walked in. In fact, he had heard Wu Meng say that Chu Feng smashed the Maotai wine and then carried a thermos into room 218. He had been waiting outside the door for an opportunity to kick him while he was down, and now hearing the middle-aged man shouting, he hurried over.

  He immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the house was unusual, and his heart secretly rejoiced. With a sinister gaze at Chu Feng, he thought to himself: "Ah ha! Finally, I've caught him off guard! He actually dared to use this wine to impersonate Maotai, and didn't even bother using a bottle! Heaven is helping me!"

  Wang Deman thought so, but with a apologetic smile looked at the middle-aged man: "Sorry, it's our employee's fault, I will definitely deal with this matter seriously!"

  A group of people in the room were suddenly stunned by Wang Deman's sudden words, and they couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

  Wang Deman saw that everyone was silent, and he became even more arrogant and looked at Chu Feng with his head held high: "Chu Feng, what are you staring at? Why don't you hurry up and apologize to the guest?"

  But Chu Feng didn't move at all, instead he looked at him with a sympathetic gaze. Wang De's anger surged and he let out a heavy hum: "Chu Feng, your bonus for this month is gone!"

  "After saying that, it seemed like he still didn't feel satisfied with the intensity, so he added again: 'I'll report this to the manager, you just wait to be fired!'"

  Inside the room, for a moment it almost became Wang Deman's personal performance. After scolding Chu Feng, he turned his head and smiled apologetically at the middle-aged man: "Sorry, sorry, our employee did something wrong, I'll change the wine back right away."

  Wang Deman said, and went straight to take that beaker.

  But those people had already smelled the enticing wine aroma, drooling with desire. Where would he dare to succeed? Especially the old man holding the aged wine, was a true wine enthusiast. He shouted loudly: "Get out! Don't touch my wine!"

  This loud shout startled Wang De full, and his outstretched hand also awkwardly stopped in mid-air.

  "Who are you? Who let you in?" The middle-aged man scowled, bellowing loudly. If there hadn't been others present, he probably would have started cursing a long time ago.

  Wang Deman's chest was stuck, and cold sweat suddenly flowed out. His speech also became somewhat less fluent: "I... I..."

  "Get out of here right now!" The middle-aged man's anger was all directed at Wang Demao.

  Wang De's face turned bright red like blood, and he was stunned on the spot.

  "You actually want to rob us of our hundred-year-old cellar wine, you really don't know life or death, get out, don't bother me from drinking!" At the dinner table, everyone was a connoisseur of good wine, and the hundred-year-old cellar wine that had finally been obtained almost got ruined by Wang Deman, how could they not be anxious.

  Wang Deman wanted to cry but had no tears, and he hated that he couldn't find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He walked out of the package room in a daze, still muttering to himself: "Muddy horse, what's going on here...?"

  The autumn wind blew against the distant back view, casting a sympathetic glance, and gently shook his head.

  Then he turned around and smiled at the people in the private room: "You all take your time, I won't disturb you from enjoying your wine."

  Everyone at the table smiled warmly at Chu Feng and then gathered together again to discuss how to divide the hundred-year-old Chenyao wine.

  Outside the private room, Chu Feng heard the noisy quarrel inside and couldn't help but smile.