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

But once he swallowed that sip of old liquor, the warmth felt like a comforting hot water bottle, firmly settling against his stomach wall.

The burning sensation that had been churning inside me was completely soothed by this gentle heat, and my stomach felt more comfortable than ever before.

Not only that.

The heat didn't stay in my stomach; instead, it traveled through my bloodstream and began to spread outwards.

Mr. Chen's stiff and sore neck and back, which had been aggravated by days of staying up late to review reports, surprisingly felt a slight tingling and relaxing sensation as the heat washed over him.

It's like stepping out of a snowy landscape and into a perfectly warm hot spring.

The fatigue and coldness accumulated in my body were instantly expelled, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on my forehead.

Chairman Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared intently at the empty white porcelain wine glass in his hand, his mind reeling with turmoil.

One thousand two hundred and eighty-eight yuan a pot?

Chairman Chen couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

Today, even if Boss Lin offered him 12,000 or 120,000, he would buy it without hesitation!

This money was absolutely well spent!

Thinking about this, he felt his palms were covered in a layer of cold sweat from lingering fear.

If Xiao Wu hadn't stumbled upon a bottle of Moutai by some twist of fate and instead boldly brought out this pot of wine, today's gathering would not only have ended in a dry, awkward silence, but he also wouldn't have been able to bring out such a divine brew that could instantly impress everyone.

Mr. Lin isn't just selling alcohol; he's practically saving Shengshi Real Estate's life!

Suppressing the overwhelming joy in his heart, Chairman Chen took a deep breath.

He slowly put down his wine glass and turned to look at President Wang, who was sitting in the main seat.

President Wang was holding that small white porcelain wine cup, about to bring it to his lips.

He caught a glimpse of Chairman Chen's expression after he put down his wine glass.

Although Chairman Chen tried his best to hide it, the comfort he felt after taking a sip of the old wine, the instant relaxation from his tense state, and the light sweat on his forehead and nose were undeniable.

This intensified the curiosity in President Wang's eyes.

Having reached his position, he's seen all sorts of good things.

A liquor that can make a financial tycoon who spends his days at drinking parties break out in a good sweat is definitely not ordinary.

President Wang no longer hesitated.

He picked up his glass, brought it to his lips, and slowly took a small sip.

The moment the wine touched his lips, President Wang froze.

At his level of status and age, he has long since passed the stage where he needs to compete with others in drinking at the dinner table.

But sitting in the position of provincial bank president, he was toasted and fawned over by business tycoons every day. After most of his life of top-level socializing, his stomach had long developed chronic problems from drinking and had become extremely delicate.

This afternoon he had just attended a four-hour inspection meeting at the Jiangcheng branch, and in the evening he was warmly toasted by Chairman Chen and his group.

Even if flying is wonderful, it's still a strong liquor with an alcohol content of over 50%.

Just now, his stomach had begun to cramp with a sharp, stabbing pain, and his back was stiff as a board from days of running around.

But just after swallowing that nameless wine...

In no time, the churning, astringent feeling in my stomach was steadily suppressed by a gentle, lingering warmth!

He could even clearly feel that the joints in his neck and lumbar spine, which were usually the stiffest and soreest, were now experiencing a slight sweating and a feeling of relaxation as the heat washed over them.

President Wang placed the empty cup in his hand on the table, making a crisp clinking sound.

He opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked directly at Chairman Chen.

"Old Chen," President Wang said.

"From which master did you obtain this wine?"

Upon hearing this, the huge weight that had been hanging over Chairman Chen's heart was lifted with a thud.

Mr. Lin's pot of wine not only didn't embarrass him, but it also completely shattered the perceptions of these provincial bank leaders!

Chairman Chen steadied himself and said, "President Wang, you flatter me. This wine is actually a traditional brew made privately by a friend of mine."

"However, this stuff isn't sold to the public, and only a few bottles are made each year. I know you're overworked and have a sensitive stomach, so I brought it up today to help you calm down after drinking too much alcohol."

"To mask the smell of alcohol... Good... Good..."

President Wang exhaled a long breath of liquor with a rich grain aroma, and his originally grayish complexion turned a healthy rosy hue.

"At the dinner table, drinking those vintage Moutai and Wuliangye is about saving face and building relationships. But afterwards, it's only our own bodies that suffer."

"But this wine is different. Drinking this wine won't harm your health; on the contrary, it will nourish you."

Manager Liu and another manager sitting next to him, upon hearing what the bank manager said, quickly picked up their cups and carefully took a sip.

As soon as the wine hit their stomachs, their eyes widened simultaneously.

"Phew..." Manager Liu couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

He often went out to social events with his superiors, and when he drank too much, he couldn't even get out of bed the next morning, and his head would ache like it was being pricked with needles.

But after taking that sip of wine, he felt his previously drowsy head instantly clear up considerably.

The pent-up frustration in my chest from working overtime for days on end finally dissipated.

"Chairman Chen." Manager Liu put down his cup, his gaze towards Chairman Chen completely changed.

"I, Lao Liu, consider myself to have tasted some good wines, but compared to this bottle of yours today, all those so-called vintage wines I've drunk before seem like watered-down alcoholic beverages. This is far superior!"

Chairman Chen sat in the host's seat, a calm smile on his face, but he was secretly overjoyed.

"President Wang, Manager Liu. This wine has a truly special origin. My friend specifically instructed that only a few bottles can be produced from this ancient cellar each year."

"It's a good use of resources to entertain the leaders today."

"What a wonderful example of making the most of resources."

President Wang put down his wine glass, his face no longer showing much fatigue, but instead glowing with a healthy rosy hue.

Seeing this, Chairman Chen quickly picked up the wine pot, "Let me add a little more for you."

Just as he was about to get up, Bank Manager Wang reached out and pretended to block the rim of the cup.

This is not a refusal, but a common gesture used by those in a superior position at a dinner table to show politeness.

"Pour less, pour less," Bank Manager Wang said with a smile and shook his head.

"This liquor is too strong; just one small glass and I'm already sweating profusely. Pouring too much would be a waste of such a good thing."

Upon hearing this, Chairman Chen understood immediately and steadily tilted his wrist to refill President Wang's white porcelain cup by more than half.

As the amber-colored liquor fell into the glass, the aroma of grains, aged over the years, once again diffused into the air.

Manager Liu and another colleague sitting next to him stared longingly at the white porcelain teapot in Chairman Chen's hand, their Adam's apples bobbing involuntarily.

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