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

A black Audi A8 came to an abrupt stop.

Driver Lao Li, carrying two red cardboard boxes, ran off the car, sweating profusely, and rushed breathlessly to Chairman Chen.

"Chairman Chen! Assistant Wu! The wine is here!"

Chairman Chen glanced at the red cardboard box, his expression indifferent.

"No need. The meeting has ended, and the matter is settled," Assistant Wu said.

Old Li stood there, frozen in mid-air, his hand holding the box, looking completely bewildered.

Chairman Chen ignored him, walked straight to the back of the Audi A8, opened the door and got in.

Old Li stood there, frozen in mid-air, his hand holding the box.

These two boxes of flying amulets, which he could usually lift easily, felt as heavy as lead in his hands, making his arms ache.

He turned his head and looked helplessly at Assistant Wu standing next to him. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he wanted to ask something, but no sound came out.

Is the matter finished? How was it finished?

Was the loan approved smoothly, or did the provincial bank president feel humiliated because the wine was served late, and he stormed off in a huff?

Old Li was so nervous he was pounding with anxiety.

He's been driving for Chairman Chen for over a decade, so he knows all too well the significance of tonight's meal.

If something goes wrong because he forgot to restock, not only will he lose his high-paying driver job, but even if he were to chop himself up and sell his flesh, it wouldn't be enough to fill this hole.

"Assistant Wu, this..." Old Li lowered his voice, his voice full of panic.

Assistant Wu sighed deeply, walked over and patted Old Li on the shoulder.

"Old Li, we're both lucky to be alive today," Assistant Wu said, glancing at the closed car window with lingering fear.

"If this box of flying objects had been here half an hour earlier, it would have been a lifesaver. Now, it's just for show."

Old Li was completely confused. "Then... this round?"

When Assistant Wu mentioned this, his expression became complicated. "Don't ask so many questions. Let's go home."

Old Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, dared not say another word, carried the cardboard box to the back of the car and stuffed it into the trunk, then climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.

……

The next morning.

The sky over Jiangcheng remained overcast, the chill of last night still lingering, and the dry wind of early winter scraped against the glass with a soft rustling sound.

5:45 a.m.

Chairman Chen opened his eyes in bed.

He habitually reached up to press his temples, bracing himself for the excruciating headache that followed every major social engagement.

But when his fingers touched his forehead, he froze for a moment.

No headache.

I didn't feel any hangover at all.

Chairman Chen slowly sat up in bed. Last night, in order to keep President Wang company, he had drunk more than half a jin of Feitian liquor.

Normally, at this time he would definitely be vomiting acid by the toilet, feeling like he had swallowed razor blades in his stomach.

But now, instead of acid reflux, his stomach felt comfortably warm.

He stretched his shoulders and neck.

My stiff neck, caused by years of hunching over blueprints and running around construction sites, suddenly felt surprisingly relaxed.

It felt as if a warm current was slowly flowing through my limbs, sweeping away the fatigue and coldness that had accumulated in my body.

That pot of old wine.

As Chairman Chen sat on the edge of the bed, the image of the bare white porcelain wine pot from last night instantly flashed into his mind.

He lived to be over fifty years old and had eaten all sorts of expensive tonics.

But he had never seen anything that was so effective and so pure in its foundation.

This is no ordinary wine; it's a life-saving drink that can pull a depleted body back to health.

Chairman Chen glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was 6:30 in the morning.

He didn't wake his still-sleeping wife, but got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After changing into a thick black cashmere coat, Chairman Chen didn't call a driver. He took the car keys and drove straight to Phoenix Golden Street.

Lately, no matter how late he drinks at the party last night, going to Boss Lin's place every morning for a bowl of clear broth beef brisket noodles has become an unwavering habit for him to start his workday.

At 6:15, Chairman Chen's car came to a stop at the intersection of Jin Street.

He pushed open the door and got out of the car. The early winter wind was dry and cold on his face, but he didn't feel bone-chilling today; the lingering warmth from the alcohol was still there.

From a great distance, you could see a few people already scattered in front of the Lin family's shop.

Suddenly, a figure squeezed down the steps in front of him and walked quickly toward him.

It's Li Dayong.

Upon seeing Chairman Chen, Li Dayong grabbed his arm without saying a word and dragged him to a sheltered corner of an alley.

"Old Li, what are you doing?" Chairman Chen frowned, staggered as he was pulled.

Li Dayong didn't respond. He looked around to make sure there was no one else in the alley before turning around and staring at Chairman Chen with an unusually serious expression.

"Old Chen." Li Dayong lowered his voice, his tone revealing an undisguised excitement and disbelief.

"Did you drink the bottle of wine I got from Boss Lin's shop yesterday morning?"

Seeing Li Dayong's mysterious demeanor, Chairman Chen instantly understood what was going on.

It seems he wasn't the only one shocked by that pot of wine last night.

Chairman Chen did not hide anything and nodded solemnly.

"I drank it."

Upon hearing this definitive answer, Li Dayong slapped his thigh and took a deep breath.

"Old Chen, to tell you the truth, I brought that bottle of wine home last night, intending to slice some beef and have a couple of drinks to relax."

Li Dayong's eyes widened as he recalled how he felt last night.

"Then, when I uncorked the liquor, the flavor was just too perfect. I couldn't resist, and I downed the entire half-jin (250ml) by myself with some beef. Guess what?"

Li Dayong patted his right knee.

"I used to work in the mines, and I developed chronic rheumatism in my right knee. In winter, my joint hurts like it's being pricked with needles, and I have to put on two plasters every night before bed."

Li Dayong lowered his voice, which was trembling.

"But after drinking half a jin of liquor, it didn't take long for my knees to feel like there was a furnace inside, burning from the inside out! I broke out in a sweat, and the excruciating pain just disappeared!"

Li Dayong stared intently at Chairman Chen.

"Last night I lay in bed and had the most restful sleep I've had in ten years. When I woke up this morning, I felt incredibly energetic. Old Chen, this isn't just alcohol, it's like a magic elixir!"

After listening to Li Dayong's description, Chairman Chen didn't find it exaggerated at all.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, handed one to Li Dayong, and lit one for himself.

"What's that compared to what you've got?" Chairman Chen took a drag of his cigarette.

"I had a big plan last night. President Wang of the provincial bank has the development loan for our Shengshi Real Estate in his hands. Towards the end of the dinner, the spare bottle of Feitian liquor ran out, and by a twist of fate, my assistant brought out the bottle of wine that Boss Lin bought that morning."

Li Dayong's hand holding the cigarette trembled: "And then?"

Chairman Chen flicked off his cigarette ash, a smile playing on his lips.