Happy Tycoon

One was willing to buy and the other was willing to sell, and the deal was quickly finalized.

After signing the agreement, Yang Jing immediately transferred the money to Cheng Zi's card, and after Cheng Zi's mobile phone received the message that the transfer was successful, he rode a motorcycle to the town to find a truck for Yang Jing.

Yang Jing's card is a VIP gold card with a lot of authority, even if a large amount of money is transferred at night, it will be credited quickly.

Privileges are everywhere, but the size of the privilege is determined according to the amount of your assets!

When Cheng Zi came back, it was almost eleven o'clock, but Yang Jing's shipping fee was very high, so the driver of that van was naturally so nonchalant that he wouldn't say anything.

Those who followed the van came here, as well as several stevedores from Niuer Distillery, all of them were from the town, and they were very close to Chengzi.

These stevedores unloaded a lot of small cardboard boxes and a lot of plastic foam padding from the van, and then took these things and got into the wine cellar.

Yang Jing was also very satisfied with such a thoughtful arrangement. These wine jars cost 200,000 yuan per jar, and transportation is also a big problem. Now that there are professionals from the winery to help, naturally there is no need to worry about the transportation of these old wines.

Chengzi looked very excited, pulling Bi's father and Bi's mother to whisper something, and then Bi's father and Bi's mother also showed a satisfied smile on their faces.

Needless to say, when Chengzi went to the town to find a car and someone, he must have checked the balance of his card at the ATM. A full 40 million is left in his card. It would be strange if this kid is not excited.

This is 40 million cash, even if it is placed in Yanjing City, it is definitely not a small number. Chengzi's family are all from the countryside, and now they suddenly have 40 million in cash, which will be enough for their family to spend the rest of their lives comfortably in the future.

Yang Jing also followed into the wine cellar. He first selected 11 jars of wine from the 58 jars of old wine brewed in 1955 and put them aside. They were all put into boxes, and Yang Jing marked each box with a marker pen, and then stuffed it with plastic foam stuffing, and then began to carry it out box by box.

After working until almost midnight, the two hundred jars of old wine were finally moved.

Originally, Yang Jing wanted to stay in Yanjing for a few more days, but because of these precious old wines, he had to return to Tianqu overnight.

Now Yang Jing has not taken over the Dragon Fund, so there is no place to store these old wines in Yanjing, so he can only bring these old wines back to Tianqu. The most important thing is that Yang Jing really wants to see how his father looks when he sees these old wines, presumably his father will be very happy.

When leaving, Yang Jing asked Wang Jiazan to take away the five altars of old wine, but Wang Jiazan didn't agree with anything.

Just kidding, five jars of wine is worth a whole million, so how can Wang Jiazan be willing to take it?

In the end he refused, but Wang Jiazan took two jars of old wine back.

Wang Jiazan drove Yang Jing's car back, and Yang Jing and the driver got on the expressway together. The two of them drove steadily and alternately along the way. When it was dawn, they got off the expressway from Tianqu.

It is said that these old wines are best kept in the cellar, and they cannot be stored in other wine cellars, but a new cellar should be dug for storage. But this matter is rather urgent, and there is no such suitable cellar for storing these old wines for a while, so Yang Jing thought about it and simply put it in the warehouse of the car dealership first.

The security conditions of the car dealership are good, with complete monitoring and everything, and there are people from the security brigade hired to be on duty at night, so it is better to store the wine there temporarily, and then slowly look for a suitable cellar for storage.

Father Yang drove to the dealership with a clear sense of getting up, and it was only after four o'clock, and his son was already tossing him, no wonder Father Yang was happy.

But when Papa Yang saw the old wine brought out of the car, his eyes almost popped out.

Son, where did you get all these wines? Father Yang asked in shock. There are no marks on these wine jars, but anyone can tell that these wine jars are definitely old objects.

Dad, let's move these wines in first, and then I'll talk to you slowly, okay? Anyway, these wines will be yours in the future. If you want to drink, you can open a bottle and try it. Make sure you drink comfortably.

Hearing this, Father Yang's anger immediately disappeared. The son is a young alcoholic, so when he is an old man, he is naturally an old alcoholic. For an old alcoholic like Papa Yang, a jar of old wine is definitely better than anything else.

The father and son, together with the driver and the security guard on the night shift who were called up, worked hard for more than ten minutes, and the two hundred small boxes were moved into the warehouse of the car dealership. This room is in the car dealership. It was originally intended to hold electric car accessories, but it has been empty and useless. There are only some sundries piled up in it, but it is used this time.

After paying the driver and sending the driver away, the father and son walked into the garage. Father Yang put down the electric rolling shutter door of the car dealership, and asked the security guard to go back to sleep. Then he followed his son to the small warehouse where these old wines were stored, and then asked with a smile: Son, can you give the old wine this time? Dad, tell me about these old wines?

After tossing all night, Yang Jing also felt a little tired and panicked, sat down on a chair and said, Dad, I bought all these old wines from a village in Yanjing last night. One hundred thousand, this is a total of two hundred altars, and a total of forty million was spent.

As soon as this number was said, Father Yang was taken aback, Damn it! What are you doing, kid? Why spend so much money on these wines? Are you holding on or what?

Dad, look at what you said. We can buy these two hundred jars of old wine for only 40 million yuan. We are definitely making a lot of money. Let me tell you, these old wines are all dug out from a cellar. The shortest cellar time is 63 years, brewed in 1955! And the oldest three jars of wine.” Yang Jing searched among these cardboard boxes and found three of them marked with the capital English letter “T.E”. The box continued: These three jars of wine were brewed in 1938, and it has been eighty years since then!

Hearing this, Father Yang involuntarily gasped, Damn it, these wines are all such old wines? Let's put it this way, two hundred thousand a jar is really not expensive!

Yang Jing smiled and said, Dad, guess what these wines are?

Well, you just said that you bought it from a village in Yanjing. Could it be that these wines are Erguotou?

Haha, I knew you could guess it. That's right, these wines are all serious Erguotou wines. The people who brew these wines used to be the master winemakers in Fushuncheng, and then they came out to do it themselves.

Yang Jing told his father about the origin of these wines in general, and now even Yang's father was a little bit excited.

Hey, son, if these wines are sold, how much will they cost!

Yang Jing said dumbfoundedly: Dad, I worked hard all night, and paid 40 million in cash. I didn't bring these wines back for sale. Is our family short of this money now? I I just feel that these wines are too rare, and it would be a sin to miss them, so I bought them and shipped them back. We don’t sell this wine, we keep it for ourselves to drink.”

Father Yang wanted his head like a rattle, No, this is too extravagant! Your father has never drank such an expensive wine since he was a child! If you take a sip of this wine, it will cost thousands of dollars. No more? No, we don’t want to drink this wine, let’s find a chance to sell it.”

Yang Jing was about to say something when Father Yang's phone rang. When he picked up the phone, Yang Jing clearly heard his mother's voice coming from inside: What are you two doing inside? Hurry up and close the door for me. Open.

Come on! The old lady is here, this matter cannot be neglected.

Yang Jing trotted out quickly, opened the electric shutter door from the inside, and saw his mother standing at the door.

Mom, why are you here?

Can I not come? What are you father and son doing to be so secretive?

Cough! What a mystery. Mom, I collected a batch of old wine from a village in Yanjing last night, and pulled it back overnight. There is no place to put this wine, and I don't have the keys to the car dealership. Why don't you let me go? Dad is tossing up.

Old wine? Yang Ma asked suspiciously.

Father Yang who came out from the inside said with a wry smile: Li Ping, your son has fought a big battle this time and spent 40 million to buy 200 altars of old wine. This wine is very good, and it is definitely worth more than 4000 yuan. You have to be high, I told you to sell these wines, but your son disagrees, so you have to keep them for yourself! I, as an old man, don’t want to drink them anyway. A jar of wine is 200,000 yuan, and it’s thousands of yuan if you drink it down. I can buy two bottles of Feitian!

Forty million? Bought two hundred altars of old wine? Keep it for yourself? Mama Yang was also a little confused.

Yang Jing had no choice but to tell his mother the origin of these old wines again, but after listening to it, his mother's eyes lit up.

Son, you said that these old wines have been buried in the ground for more than sixty years? The longest one has a history of eighty years?

Well, that's true. If this kind of wine is auctioned, it can easily fetch a price of over one million. So my dad wants to sell these wines. But our family doesn't make money from these wines now, these If the wine is really sold, then you will never find such a good old wine again. Anyway, I don’t want to sell it, I want to keep it for myself to drink. My dad drinks it, you drink it, and my grandparents can drink some, too. How nice it is for our family to keep it for ourselves!

Yang's mother gave Yang's father a hard look and said: Well, I know about this. Lao Yang, let me tell you, these wines are made by my son, and the son makes the decision, so you can't meddle in it! The son said If we stay, we will stay, and if our son wants to sell, we will not stand in the way. Our family must emphasize democracy now, and my son and I stand on the same line, and it is useless for you to object!

Yang Jing is overjoyed, long live my mother! I hugged my mother and took a sip.

Father Yang shook his head helplessly, and walked inside without saying a word: Little bastard, bring your father a jar at noon!

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