Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 539
The fat man swallowed.

"Then... can't we compare?"

Ling Yun shook his head slowly.

"If you are an outsider, you will naturally feel that it doesn't matter, but...if you are also an insider, then you will definitely not be a coward. How can I tell you? It's like the ancient chivalrous contests. When everyone comes to the door, you can't say Do you practice martial arts by yourself to strengthen your body? How embarrassing is that?"

"That's true... Then what will happen if you lose?"

"It's the same as losing a martial arts contest."

"Huh? Betting on your life?"

"Hehe, that's not the case, but... if we lose, we can no longer sell Starry Sky. This is the most basic bet."

"Huh? So serious? Then we won?"

"If you win...the other party will either give you a huge fortune, or lose to you, and you will be a slave for three years. One of the wine masters calls this kind of wine slave, that is, the person who loses to others in a wine fight will be a slave for three years. It means to follow others to learn how to make wine, and to recognize others as masters."

……

Fatty didn't know what to do for a while, Ling Yun frowned but was thinking about other things.

According to his understanding of wine fighting, basically no one is going to fight wine now, and many people don't even know that there is such a thing.

Those who really fight wine are definitely those who have a deep hatred and want to ruin the other party. As far as he knows, as early as 60 years ago, Liu Yishou, the top wine making master in China, was planted in the hands of a drunkard. After losing, he quit He left the winery where he worked, and the winery fell into a slump. After just a few years, it completely closed down.

And the alcoholic who won him, from obscurity to fame, soon became a technical consultant for a domestic first-line wine brand.

So, here's where it gets weird.

I just brew the baby's breath in the village into wine and sell it, so that I won't arouse the jealousy of my peers. In addition, I don't have any status in the domestic wine industry.

that……

Why on earth did this so-called alcoholic want to fight for wine?
……

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the No. [-] Building in the World closed its doors early, but no one knew who leaked the news, and the door was almost surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, including Tang Lei and Liu Yiyi.

"I'm coming!"

There was commotion in the crowd, a short fat man came in from the outside with a smile, stood at the door of the first floor in the world, and waved his hands to everyone with a smile.

"Drinker, thank you all for coming to join us. According to the rules of the world, if Boss Ling loses in today's wine fight, this starry sky can no longer be sold. If I lose, Boss Ling will be a slave for three years."

At this moment, Ling Yun had already reached the door of the store, bowed his hands to the crowd, and opened his mouth to the alcoholic.

"Why don't we just start, if you don't believe me, you can ask a few people in the crowd to help pour the wine."

The alcoholic laughed, and just as he was about to speak, the sickly Tang Lei smiled at the two of them.

"I'm familiar with the rules of this wine fight. If you don't dislike it, let me help the two fight bars?"

……

Not long after, the bar in the store was covered by a screen, and Ling Yun and the drinker were sitting at the round table in the middle. A few minutes later, Tang Lei was holding a silver plate with a small glass of wine on it.

"Two, Wen Dou, or Wu Dou?"

The crowd onlookers asked others in low voices.

"What is Wen Dou and Wu Dou?"

"I don't know, I've never seen someone who fights wine when I grow up..."

"Shh, be quiet."

……

Ling Yun looked at the drunkard, who laughed out loud.

"Since we're here, we'll naturally count it as a literary fight, and a martial fight!"

Tang Lei nodded, then asked again.

"What if it's a tie?"

"Wine fighting rules, tie, naturally... bloody fight!!!"

The words were so loud that Tang Lei even shuddered. The fat man didn't understand in the crowd, so he scratched his head anxiously. Seeing Liu Yiyi beside him, he hurriedly asked her.

"What is Wen Dou, what is Wu Dou, and what is Blood Dou?"

Liu Yiyi looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Wen Dou is to rely on means such as smell and taste to guess the information of the wine, such as the strength, fragrance, type, etc. Wu Dou is simple, to see who drinks more and who gets drunk first."

"What about the blood fight? I saw that the short winter melon was grinning. What the hell is it?"

"Blood fight..."

Liu Yiyi looked at Ling Yun with a complicated expression, and frowned slightly.

"Blood fight... is to drink until you die, if you lose or win, it's a blood fight!!!"

"what?"

……

Amidst Fatty's exclamation, Wen Dou had already begun.

Tang Lei spread out four glasses of wine. These four glasses were all made of transparent glasses. From the appearance, they were almost exactly the same. Then he made a gesture of invitation to the two.

The alcoholic was not polite, picked up the nearest glass first, sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and blurted out.

"This cup of soy sauce has a strong aroma and a long aftertaste. It should be Maotai."

Everyone's eyes were on Tang Lei, Tang Lei nodded slightly, and Ling Yun smiled and picked up the cup in front of him.

"This cup has a strong aroma, sweetness and sweetness, it must be Luzhou Laojiao."

The drunkard nodded slowly, picked up another glass, and before putting it under the tip of his nose, he opened his mouth to laugh.

"Hahaha, I'm lucky. This cup has a unique smell and is the only one in China. It must be the phoenix-flavored Xifeng."

Ling Yun looked at the cup he was holding playfully, didn't drink it through, but picked up the last cup, first smelled it, then took another sip, and then spoke.

"Shenmingting's well water is excellent, and making wine with it is extremely important. This glass...is Fenjiu."

After hearing this, Liu Yiyi sighed lightly.

The fat man hurriedly asked her.

"What's wrong? Ling Yun said something wrong? I don't think your man nodded his head?"

"That's right."

"That's right, what are you sighing for? It scared me."

The fat man rolled his eyes, but Liu Yiyi sighed again.

"Although he was right, he took a sip just now. This fight of wine looks simple, but there are many rules. His winning or losing is not determined by who can identify it first, but who uses the least means in the process of identification. For example, the alcoholic only needs to smell it. If Mr. Ling also smells it, then this round of Wendou will be considered a tie, but... But Mr. Ling just took a sip, so according to the rules of fighting wine, although he can identify it Yes, but that's a loss."

Just when the fat man let out a worry, the drunkard laughed and got up and cupped his hands.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I won by luck, Boss Ling, you have to work hard for the next fight."

Liu Yiyi frowned even more, and said to the fat man.

"Mr. Ling's situation is not very optimistic. If the Wendou loses, Mantianxing will not be able to sell in the future, but if the Wudou wins, it will be equal to a tie, and then there will be a bloody fight. I think this person is coming." Not good, most of this fight will be deliberately lost to Mr. Ling, so as to maintain a tie, and then fight with Mr. Ling in blood, not only to determine the superiority, but also to divide life and death."

"Blood fights are blood fights. Ling Yun's drinking capacity is not comparable to that of ordinary people. I'm not bragging. Just ordinary 52-degree liquor. He rinses his mouth like drinking boiled water. Three catties and four catties don't count as alcohol. Five catties and six catties waved his hands straight, seven catties and eight catties walked against the wall, nine catties and ten catties at most pretended to be a puppy, I drank with this grandson, and he never vomited."

(End of this chapter)