After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

If Chairman Chen were to refuse again after things have been said to this point, it would be disrespectful to the bank president.

He gritted his teeth inwardly and cursed Assistant Wu and Old Li in his mind.

There was no other way but to bite the bullet and walk over, pick up the white porcelain wine pot, and place it on the table.

As Mr. Chen held the cork stopper at the spout of the teapot, he sighed inwardly.

Mr. Lin, the dishes you usually serve are impeccable, but you absolutely mustn't let me down with this pot of wine today!

He took a deep breath and pulled his fingers out forcefully.

"Pop".

With a soft click, the cork was pulled out.

The moment the stopper left the spout, the air in the private room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a rich, aged aroma of fermented grains wafted out from the spout of the pot.

It was like a gentle yet domineering breeze, slowly penetrating the mixed smells of food and cigars in the private room, steadily and firmly taking over everyone's sense of smell.

Manager Liu, who was sitting next to Chairman Chen, was the first to smell it.

He was just joking that it was bulk wine from a farmhouse restaurant, and the smile on his face hadn't faded yet, but his nostrils twitched involuntarily.

Manager Liu's smile instantly froze on his face.

He followed the leaders to welcome and send off guests at the provincial bank, and he drank all kinds of fine wine.

As soon as the smell entered his nostrils, he involuntarily straightened his previously casual posture.

He turned his head and exchanged a surprised glance with the other manager opposite him.

The manager opposite him was also staring wide-eyed at the bare white porcelain pot on the table, his eyes filled with shock.

Based solely on this rich and unpretentious aroma, the two men knew perfectly well that this was definitely not a cheap product; it was even older than the two bottles of 15-year-old Feitian liquor they had drunk that night!

"Chairman Chen, the taste of this wine..." Manager Liu swallowed hard, his words becoming somewhat incoherent.

President Wang, who was sitting in the main seat, could also smell it at this moment.

He was leaning back in his chair smoking a cigar when he caught a whiff of the liquor and froze.

President Wang leaned forward slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

After two or three seconds, he opened his eyes again, his gaze fixed on the white porcelain pot, his tone revealing an undisguised surprise.

"Old Chen, this wine of yours is quite old."

When President Wang looked at Chairman Chen, all the nonchalance on his face disappeared, replaced by the seriousness one would show upon encountering something valuable.

"This grain has such a rich and authentic aroma, with such a thick base, that there's not even a hint of the aftertaste of added alcohol. You can't find this kind of thing on the market."

Listening to what President Wang and the two managers said, Chairman Chen himself stood there stunned.

He was still holding the cork he had pulled out, completely dazed.

When he pulled the cork just now, the rich and mellow aroma of the wine hit him right in the head.

Although he knew that the things in Lin Fan's shop were good, he didn't even taste a drop of the wine himself when he packed it up from Jin Street this morning!

He originally thought it was at most a pot of slightly better quality bulk grain liquor.

It was only because Xiao Wu forced us to serve it that we had no choice but to try anything, thinking that it would be enough to get through a couple of bites and make up for the situation.

Mr. Chen felt the cold sweat on his back disappear instantly, replaced by a rapid, pounding heartbeat.

Assistant Wu, who had been standing close to the wall at the door of the private room, also smelled the aroma of wine wafting over.

He stared wide-eyed at the white porcelain pot on the table, his mouth slightly agape.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, he was worried that serving this thing would ruin his boss's livelihood.

As a result, all the leaders in the room were stunned by the profound significance of this pot of wine.

Assistant Wu silently recited "Amitabha" in his heart.

Chairman Chen, being a seasoned veteran in the business world, immediately concealed his astonishment upon seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of others, and smoothly put on a composed smile.

"President Wang is truly knowledgeable." Chairman Chen put the cork aside and took over the conversation without batting an eye.

"I knew it! You can't fool your nose with ordinary things. Since you think it tastes good, let's have some meat together today."

Chairman Chen stood up, took the white porcelain teapot, and walked to President Wang's side.

He tilted the pot slightly.

The amber-colored liquor flowed slowly from the spout of the pot.

The liquor appeared somewhat viscous, and when it fell into the transparent glass decanter, it formed a continuous long line, creating a rich and creamy foam.

"The wine legs, the color!" Bank Manager Wang nodded repeatedly, looking at the liquid in the decanter. "This is good stuff!"

Chairman Chen poured a glass for everyone at the table in turn, and finally poured one for himself as well.

"Come on, President Wang. Distinguished leaders, this toast is to thank the provincial branch for its continued support of Shengshi Real Estate. I'll drink it all, please feel free to drink as you please."

After saying that, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and drank the liquor in the glass in one gulp.

The moment the liquor entered his mouth, Chairman Chen's back was tense.

Although the aroma of this wine is so rich and intoxicating.

But he had already prepared for the worst.

Even if this unbranded liquor burned his throat and heart, even if it tasted sour and astringent like cheap alcohol, he had to grit his teeth and swallow it without changing his expression, and he absolutely could not reveal the slightest flaw in front of Director Wang.

However, when the amber-colored liquid actually touched his tongue, Chairman Chen was completely frozen in place, as if he had been immobilized.

The drink didn't have the sharp, cutting sensation of cheap liquor that I had expected, nor the pungent, dizzying feeling of mixed liquor hitting my head.

The texture of this wine is like a piece of warm, smooth jade, gliding smoothly and gently across the tongue.

Immediately afterwards, a pure, intensely rich aroma of fermented grains bursts forth in your mouth!

The crispness of sorghum, the richness of wheat, and the sedimentation of time combine to create an ultimate taste experience with distinct layers and a lingering aftertaste.

There's no need to consciously savor it; that pure essence flows straight up the palate and into the nasal cavity.

Chairman Chen's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the sip of wine.

A warm line slid down my esophagus. There was no burning sensation, but instead a solid, unyielding warmth.

Tonight, in order to keep these wealthy guests company, he drank more than half a jin of Moutai on an empty stomach.

Adding to the pressure of the recent financial crisis, apart from eating a bowl of noodles at Lin's shop every morning, he has hardly eaten anything these past few days. His stomach has been cramping and feeling acidic for a while now, and the nausea is constantly being suppressed in his throat.