Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 448 Scattered Wine
As everyone knows, what Ximen Lang hates most in his life is being called "this master" or "that master." He thinks from the bottom of his heart that these things passed down from generation to generation in Beijing are dross.

In fact, these things are indeed dross.

Aside from their closest relatives, and the older generation who truly deserve everyone's respect and have made great contributions to the country and the nation.

Especially among peers and those of the same generation, there really isn't anyone who can live up to that title.

So why did Ximen Lang still blurt out "Master Wen"?

The reason is simple: the image of Master Wen left a deep impression on Ximen Lang.

Upon seeing Master Wen's imposing manner, Ximen Lang immediately conjured up the classic image of a large group of people lining up to slap Master Wen across the face, only to all of them meet a terrible end.

It's as if some kind of magic exists, or perhaps some kind of messy thing like causality or fatalism.

It's really amazing.

So, he was both excited and a little awe-inspiring. Ximen Lang addressed him directly as "Master Wen," greeting this most outstanding and memorable classic character from the movie "The Smoke of War in Beiping."

Wen San was completely baffled by this.

At first, he thought it was one of his colleagues, a fellow business owner, making fun of him.

He had even thought of his retort, just waiting to unleash it and teach the guy a lesson.

But when he turned around, he saw that the person who came was a young master from a wealthy family who exuded nobility, was fair-skinned, clean-cut, and tall.

Before even drinking that two ounces of cat urine, the quick-witted Wen San immediately retracted his vulgar slang.

Even Manager Qi, who relied on his eyes for a living, became respectful.

With his hands clasped in front of him, he inquired of Ximen Lang, who could appear anywhere but should not and could not possibly be here.

"May I ask, sir, do you know Master Wen?"

Hearing Manager Qi's words, Wen San also became puzzled.

"Forgive my poor eyesight, sir, who are you?"

However, his simple address of "Master Wen" unexpectedly caused such a huge uproar, drawing the attention of the entire tavern.

Completely unprepared for this situation, Ximen Lang also felt embarrassed.

But once the words were spoken, he couldn't take them back.

Okay, it's the same old routine, just making things up based on the plot.

Thinking this, Ximen Lang spoke up.

"I wouldn't say I know you, but I've heard colleagues talk about you and heard some stories about you. When I saw that it matched your description, I tentatively called out to you. I didn't expect it to actually match. So, Mr. Wen, how about a couple of drinks?"

Wen San was very pleased that someone as upright as Ximen Lang had heard of him and his deeds.

Ke Wenye?

He absolutely cannot bear this responsibility.

Therefore, when Ximen Lang opened his mouth and called him "Master Wen" again, Wen San hurriedly bowed and resolutely refused to accept the greeting.

"Oh dear, I don't deserve to be called Master Wen. Everyone on the street calls me Wen San, so you can just call me Wen San. But you, I don't even know how to address you."

"His surname is Ximen, and his given name is Lang."

"Young Master Lang."

Good heavens, I just called him "Master Wen" and he's already about to call me "Master Lang" in return.

He's this age, and I'm this age.

In addition, Wen San is incredibly eccentric, possessing mysterious and unpredictable abilities.
They were both embarrassed to accept it and dared not accept it.

Before Wen San could even utter the word "Master," Ximen Lang quickly interrupted. "No, I don't deserve to be called 'Master' by you. I think we're about the same age. Although you're a bit older than me, you're not much older than me by more than two cycles, so we're practically from the same generation. So, let's just call each other by our names, or like people who know me, you can call me 'Brother Lang,' it sounds more friendly."

The form of address was settled in just a few words, and when I turned around, I saw that Manager Qi had prepared all the snacks to go with the drinks.

Ximen Lang, who had no intention of leaving in the first place, asked Wen San a question.

"Want to grab a drink?"

After obtaining Wen San's consent, they added a dish of braised pig's head and a dish of braised beef to the original menu.

We politely declined each other's seats along the way, and then casually found a relatively quiet spot to sit down.

Then, Ximen Lang was drawn to the small wine table in front of him.

This was certainly not because Ximen Lang thought it was dirty.

Although it is not very clean.

What is the main thing?
The main thing is that this table isn't the kind of table you usually see; it's what it is.

It was just a large wine jar, plus a wooden board to cover it and serve as a tabletop.

Other
Gone!

This really piqued Ximen Lang's curiosity.

He was touching and looking at everything, goodness, he kept Ximen Lang very busy.

Seeing that Ximen Lang was even curious about this, Wen San was even more convinced that Ximen Lang was indeed the eldest son of a wealthy and noble family.

He poured wine for Ximen Lang even more attentively.
"Brother Lang, it's not good wine. Our little tavern doesn't have any good wine to offer you. Please bear with us."

Meanwhile, Wen San explained to Ximen Lang.

"That's right, just as you thought, there's a big wine vat down there. Actually, there's no other way, after all, as you can see, Mr. Qi, cough cough, Manager Qi, Manager Qi, this little shop is only this big."

"So much bulk wine needs to be stored somewhere, but he doesn't have a wine cellar, and a good table is so expensive. Well, let's just put the big wine vats here and put a board on top to use as a table."

This is precisely the situation that is extremely common right now.

And it's not just Manager Qi's family that does this; many small taverns do it in order to save costs and increase efficiency.

As for why Xu Huizhen's family's little tavern is so clean and well-organized.
Brother, Xu Huizhen's family's little tavern has been passed down from their ancestors for generations!

Passed down through generations, their accumulated assets are enough to make them capitalists! (With so many antique furniture and properties, her family definitely qualifies as capitalists.)
In addition, her family's tavern is quite large, with a wine cellar in the courtyard, so of course she wouldn't be stingy enough to save on just a few tables.

He explained all these reasons to Ximen Lang in detail.

Ximen Lang nodded repeatedly as he listened.

Then, Ximen Lang was drawn to the loose wine that Wen San mentioned.

why?
He had only heard of this stuff, but had never actually tasted it.

After all, there is absolutely no shortage of baijiu (Chinese liquor) in later generations.

Various brands of baijiu have become so prevalent that they are now widely available.

Ximen Lang immediately wanted to buy two ounces and have a taste.

Unfortunately, the idea was politely rejected by Wen San and Manager Qi as soon as he put it out.

The reason is simple: it's bulk liquor, a strong liquor that only people from the lower classes would drink.

"And that's only when I'm short on money. Whenever I have a little more money, I drink cabbage! I don't even like it myself, how can I let you drink this? It's not appropriate, really not appropriate."

(End of this chapter)