Rural Shennong

As expected, Yan Wanfeng's expression darkened: "Chen Ping, your wine..."

Before he finished speaking, a single customer at the table in the corner just drank the wine brought by the waiter, suddenly patted the table and stood up abruptly.

"Okay, good wine! I really didn't come in vain this time!"

"Waiter, come and give me another bottle!"

If it is normal, the employees and customers in the store will not be surprised.

Because the new wine has been on the market for so many days, it is the first time to drink Tangpu Zhenniang, and there are too many people applauding the table.

But now the atmosphere in the store is so dignified, and it's the number one wealthy young man in Lingnan Province who comes to find fault.

Who else dares to interrupt suddenly and sing to Chen Ping?Is this person looking for death?

Yang Hanye turned his head and glanced at the man, not in the mood to talk to him, but urged Yan Wanfeng: "Master Yan, continue talking."

"Chen Ping dared to fool the martial artist, what should he do? If you smash him, the shop will be cheaper for him."

"The dignity of a warrior cannot be insulted. This is an iron law recognized by the industrial and commercial associations."

"I think Master Yan should teach him a lesson and let him know what the dignity of a warrior is!"

Many people don't know that Chen Ping is also a warrior, but many people know that Yan Wanfeng is a warrior.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

If Yan Wanfeng took action against Chen Ping, it would be difficult for him not to be crippled. Yang Hanye's ruthlessness made many people shudder.

Just when many customers were mourning for Chen Ping and Pingxin Restaurant, waiting for Yan Wanfeng to make the final judgment.

Yan Wanfeng said: "Young Master Yang, this wine... this wine is really... good for warriors!"

Yang Hanye nodded proudly: "You are right, I..."

"Huh?" Yang Hanye's complacent expression turned into an indescribable shock, and only then did he realize what Yan Wanfeng said just now.

The customers around also looked at Yan Wanfeng in shock, not knowing why he said that.

It took Yang Hanye a long time to come back to his senses: "Yan Wanfeng, what are you talking about?"

He was so angry that he didn't even call Master Yan the honorific title: "Do you dare to say that this wine is good for warriors? Are you really right?"

Even if he was a martial artist, Yan Wanfeng didn't dare to look at Yang Hanye's ferocious face at this time.

He knew very well that when he said such words at this time, it was tantamount to hitting Yang Hanye in the face in public, and hitting him to death.

But Yan Wanfeng also had his own difficulties, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Young Master Yang, you heard me right, I said that this wine is really good for warriors."

Yang Hanye's lungs were about to explode, he laughed hysterically and said, "Okay, very good!"

After speaking, he turned around and left. He had no face to stay any longer. The customers around him looked at him like they were looking at a clown.

If one of his own people rebelled in public and sang well for his opponent, no one would be able to get off the stage, let alone such a proud young master like Yang Hanye.

After they left, the customers in the store were still in a trance.

"How did this trick change?"

"Who knows, maybe Master Yan, as a warrior, has the conscience of a warrior, so he can't bear to lie."

"Huh? In other words, is this wine really good for warriors?"

The customers looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly realized something collectively.

"Quick, quick, give me two bottles."

"I want five bottles."

"I want ten bottles. If I don't drink it today, I will pour it here, and I will never go home!"

Warriors, that is the most unique and noble group in today's society.

If any child has the root of martial arts and has the possibility of becoming a martial artist in the future, then the whole family will follow the chickens and dogs to heaven.

Tangpu Zhenjiu is good for warriors. Does that mean that drinking this kind of wine can change the bones and make it possible for oneself to practice martial arts?

Chen Ping shouted loudly: "Everyone, don't crowd, we have enough wine."

"But although Tangpu Zhenniang is good, drinking too much will make you feel uncomfortable. Everyone should do what they can!"

Yang Hanye, who had just walked out not far away, staggered when he heard Chen Ping's voice coming from the Pingxin Restaurant behind him.

Today he brought Yan Wanfeng here, not only did not smash Chen Ping's place, but he shot himself in the foot, and made another big wave of publicity for the wine in Pingxin Restaurant.

Yang Hanye felt the blood all over his body rushing up, and his eyes were so angry that there were stars in his eyes!

After getting into the car, Yang Hanye asked coldly, "Yan Wanfeng, what do you mean?"

"Our Yang family supports you and supports you, so you play this for me at a critical moment?"

"Have you accepted Chen Ping's favor?"

"Let me tell you, our Yang family is rich and powerful, and it is easy to find warriors to enshrine!"

"Leaving our Yang family, let me see what kind of good customers you can find!"

Since ancient times, it has been common sense to learn martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family.

Practicing martial arts consumes too many resources.

Although there is no royal family and emperor now, the wealth background of the Yang family is definitely first-class in Lingnan.

Yan Wanfeng will never turn his back on this big tree easily.

So Yan Wanfeng didn't dare to neglect Yang Hanye's questioning.

He quickly explained: "Young Master Yang, I also have unavoidable difficulties!"

"Do you still have any memory of the person who slapped the table and applauded?"

At that time, Yang Hanye was anxious to make Yan Wanfeng find fault, so he just glanced at the man.

"Isn't that just an ordinary person? Don't tell me, you just thought he was making a fuss, and that's why you did it!"

Yan Wanfeng smiled wryly, "He is not an ordinary person."

"That man's name is Wei Manting, the guard's Wei, I say that, Young Master Yang, do you know why?"

Yang Hanye was startled suddenly: "What? Then... that's from the Wei family?"

Don't look at the fact that the Yang family is in charge of the wind and rain in Lingnan on the surface. For several generations, they have been in charge of the financial power of the Lingnan Industry and Commerce Association, and they are known as the most powerful and powerful top giants.

But in fact, the real first family in Lingnan is the Wei family, which is famous for its many warriors.

Not to mention the Wei family, it's just a daughter of the Wei family who married Bao Chong, so that after Bao Weiguo, the old man of the Bao family, retired, he could still maintain the status of the Bao family.

From this we can see how tyrannical the Wei family is, it is an existence that can really determine the rise and fall of an ordinary big family.

Yan Wanfeng was full of helplessness: "If it was an ordinary warrior, I wouldn't be afraid of him. Even if I said to my face that the wine in Pingxin Restaurant is useless to warriors, there might not be any warriors who would dare to say anything."

"But that's Wei Manting! Not only is he the eldest son of Mr. Bao, but his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of external strength, and he can enter the realm of internal strength at any time and become a master of martial arts."

"He's all right, if I sing against him, it will not only offend him, but also implicate our Yang family!"

Yang Hanye also knew how powerful the Wei family was, he was silent for a long time before he said unwillingly: "What a bad luck!"

"Chen Ping didn't do much publicity, why did he recruit the Wei family? This young master has lost all face today!"

Yu Wenda, who was silent all this time, suddenly felt his heart move: "Young Master Yang, if you think about it from another angle, this might not be a bad thing!"

Yang Hanye's face was ugly: "What do you mean?"