Wu Zheng stared at Wu Kui suspiciously. Could this guy suspect that he was poisoned by alcohol last night? Came here to collect evidence today? Then give yourself a personal dirty and get it
That’s right. It’s true that Wu Qian even liked the wine he drank yesterday. He drank it like that and was sold to the brothel. He was carried out in full view today, not to mention it. He is such a bad old man, even if he is a fair and romantic young man, it is not a glorious thing to be carried down by the man of the brothel!
Wu Kui said, "That's right, Mr. Wu came to Master Wu to buy wine on the order of the ancestor this time, and Master Wu is also requested to do it for your convenience."
"This... This is based on the relationship between me and Brother Wu, this convenience is to give everything, but..."
"Just what? Is it possible that Master Wu drank all the wine last night?"
Wu Kui can remember what Wu Qian said to him. If he can't buy wine to go back today, he will be discounted by his ancestors. His ancestor's temper is like this. If it sounds good, it means nothing but coldness.
Don't think he is his great-great-grandson. He said he wants to discount his legs, so he can really discount his legs.
Wu Kui didn't want to be interrupted by his ancestors because of this, so he looked at Wu Zheng's eyes but became more anxious.
"Brother Wu, don't get excited, there is still a little bit of wine, but it's not easy to make this wine!"
"Master Wu, don't worry, my ancestor said that he would spend a lot of money to buy it, Master Wu will make a price!"
"That's it! Then I can talk about it, but don't realize that I am not loyal after you listen to it."
Wu Kui said very generously: "Master Wu, but it's okay to say."
Wu Zheng stretched out a finger and said: "One thousand taels, half the altar."
"Deal! This is a silver ticket from the Royal Palace. Master Wu please have a look."
This time it was Wu Zheng's turn to be a little dumbfounded. This thousand taels was just a casual remark, just wanting to see Wu Kui lose his temper and stop buying. But who knows that this guy actually promised to be so fast, and even brought the banknotes.
"Brother Wu, you misunderstood, I'm talking about silver or gold."
"One thousand taels of gold?" Wu Kui finally couldn't sit still anymore. Why would half an altar of wine actually demand one thousand taels of gold? This heart is also dark!
Wu Zheng laughed and said, "Brother Wu! Don't say that I am not loyal. That's because the brewing technology is still immature. There is a lot of waste to brew such a pot, so the cost is natural. Just go up. How about it! Brother Wu waits until the brewing process is mature? Then Wu must give Brother Wu a satisfactory price."
One thousand taels of gold, Wu Kui, is really painful. Although the Wu family has a big family, the thousand taels of gold is not a small sum!
But this wine is what the ancestor wanted, what can he do
So Wu Kui gritted his teeth and said: "The deal! But I didn't bring the golden ticket with me. How about asking someone to send it to Master Wu when I return?"
"Brother Wu, you really want it!"
"Master Wu, what do you mean by this?"
"Uh! Brother Wu, don't get me wrong. I'm afraid that people will say that Wu Zheng only has money and no brothers. This thousand taels of gold is only half an jar of wine. Brother Wu bought it and someone else should poke my spine tomorrow."
Wu Kui sighed and said helplessly: "Do you think I want to? It was my ancestor who insisted that I come to you to buy it. If I can't bring the wine back today, he will discount my legs."
Wu Zheng couldn't help but stared at Wu Kui suspiciously: "No! Shi Uncle, what is he singing this way!"
"Shi Bo? What Shi Bo?" Wu Kui suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, which could not be said, but he always felt like he was going to be out of luck.
Wu Zheng said five to ten: "Master Wu didn't tell you? His old man is a life-and-death relationship with his teacher, so his old man is my uncle."
When Wu Kui heard it, he was stupid!
He had known that his ancestor had friendship with Wu Zheng's master, but he didn't think of Wu Zheng at all at that time!
The ancestor and his master were friends of life and death. He was right to call his ancestor Shi Bo, but he called his ancestor Shi Bo, so wouldn't he have to call himself grandson
Today I will go out and buy one... (End of this chapter)