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"It was because of this bottle of wine that Director Wang approved it on the spot. He even specifically instructed me that I must bring him two bottles of this next time I go to the provincial capital."

After hearing this, Li Dayong's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, froze completely.

He knew the wine was good, but he never expected it to be so good that a single bottle could win over a provincial bank president and secure a loan of 3 billion yuan.

If this gets out, the entire business district of Jiangcheng will go crazy.

The alleyway quieted down.

Two billionaire business owners, each with a cigarette between their fingers, looked at each other.

A few seconds later, the two saw the same unspoken understanding in each other's eyes.

"Old Chen," Li Dayong said, throwing his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomping it out, "one thousand two hundred and eighty-eight a pot. Boss Lin really didn't overcharge. We've gotten a steal."

"Yes," Chairman Chen sighed.

"This quality of pure, aged medicinal liquor, fermented in traditional cellars, would cost anywhere else, not just 1,200 yuan, but even 12,000 yuan a bottle. Even business owners with health problems would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on it. Boss Lin is just keeping quiet because there aren't many people who know about this yet."

Li Dayong rubbed his hands together, his eyes burning with desire.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry inside while not many people recognize its value yet. Let's stock up on a few pots at home!"

"Yes!" Chairman Chen nodded in agreement, but just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly stopped.

He glanced at the glass window of the Lin family shop's door and frowned slightly.

"Old Li, have you forgotten Boss Lin's rules? Each person is limited to one purchase per day. If the two of us go in, we can only buy two pots at most, not even enough for ourselves, let alone to stock up!"

Li Dayong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Damn, I forgot about that. Boss Lin has that temper; if he says he'll limit purchases to one unit, he means one unit. You could give him a mountain of gold and he still wouldn't sell more."

Two powerful business owners, who wielded considerable influence in the market, stood at the entrance of an alleyway where a cold wind was blowing, wringing their hands anxiously in an attempt to buy a few more jugs of wine.

"Since the rule is one purchase per person..." Chairman Chen's mind raced, his eyes flickered, and he pulled his phone directly from his coat pocket.

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible. He only said that each person could only buy one pot, but he didn't say that our subordinates couldn't buy any."

Upon hearing this, Li Dayong's eyes lit up instantly.

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that! I may not have much else, but I have a lot of men!"

Li Dayong hurriedly pulled out his phone and dialed his project manager's number.

The phone was answered after only a couple of rings, and the project manager's slightly sleepy voice came from the other end: "Hey? Mr. Li, any instructions so early?"

"Wake up! Get up right now!" Li Dayong roared in his loud voice.

"Right now, immediately gather all your assistants in the city and your driver, bring your phones, and come to Phoenix Golden Street!"

The manager on the other end of the phone was startled, thinking something serious had happened, and stammered, "Mr. Li, what happened? How many people do you need to take?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just bring five or six, the more the better! Hurry up!"

Beside him, Chairman Chen had already dialed Assistant Wu's number.

Assistant Wu had a major ordeal at Jiangjing Pavilion last night and only slept for a few hours after returning home. He had just arrived at the company's underground parking garage when he received a call from Chairman Chen, and his nerves immediately tightened.

"Mr. Chen, good morning. What are your plans?"

"Xiao Wu, where are you now?"

"Just arrived at the company building."

"Don't go to the company yet." Chairman Chen's tone was very serious. "Go to the security department now, call a few security guards, plus your two deputies, and immediately drive two cars to Phoenix Golden Street."

Assistant Wu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Chairman Chen had encountered some trouble and needed someone to back him up.

"Chairman Chen, someone's causing trouble? I'll take some men over right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Chairman Chen and Li Dayong exchanged a glance, both revealing the knowing smiles of businessmen who had gained the upper hand.

"Let's go, Lao Chen." Li Dayong straightened the collar of his leather jacket.

"We need to go in first and claim our share for today, and grab a bowl of hot noodles to tide us over."

The two walked out of the alley.

It was only a little past six in the morning, and the sky over Jiangcheng was still dark, with the streetlights on Jin Street casting a pale white light. The cold wind outside was still biting.

The door to Lin's shop was tightly closed, with only a faint light coming from the direction of the kitchen. There were still two hours before the shop opened at 8:30.

A dozen or so people were already standing at the bottom of the steps.

These big bosses, who usually have chauffeured cars wherever they go and command respect from their heated rooms, actually hunched their shoulders and obediently walked to the end of the line.

Time passed little by little.

As dawn broke, a layer of gray clouds pressed down overhead. The wind grew stronger and stronger, stinging my face.

Chairman Chen and Li Dayong were so cold that they stamped their feet, put their hands in their coat pockets, and kept breathing white vapor into their palms.

These two tycoons, each worth over 10 billion, endured the freezing wind for more than two hours without uttering a single word about going back to their car to wait.

I was afraid that if I turned around, the seat in front of me would be taken.

8:30.

The main lights inside Lin's shop were turned on.

The glass door was pushed open. Su Xiaoxiao came out with a tablet computer displaying the numbering system and hung a wooden sign indicating that the business was open on the handle.

"Good morning, everyone. Please enter in order of your number and do not crowd."

The cold wind outside rushed into the hall along with the footsteps of the diners.

Chairman Chen and Li Dayong were freezing, so they quickly went inside.

"Miss Su, the usual, clear broth beef brisket noodles," Li Dayong called out loudly as he found a seat near the heater.

"Warm up another pot of that wine for me! I need to get rid of this chill outside."

Chairman Chen took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair: "Xiaoxiao, I'll have a pot too. We'll drink it at the shop today."

The lobby quickly filled with people. The sounds of ordering and WeChat payment notifications filled the air.

Many regular customers saw the two big bosses ordering drinks early in the morning and joined in the fun, but when they saw the price of 1,200 on the blackboard, most of them swallowed hard and only ordered noodles.

After all, not everyone is willing to spend over a thousand yuan to have a pot of wine in the morning.

After all, they don't really understand the tastes of these super-rich people.

Lin Fan washed his hands in the kitchen and tied on a white apron.

He paid no attention to the diners' comments. He lit the stove, and blue flames instantly leaped up.

He set up a deep stainless steel tub next to him, filled it with pure water, and heated it to a near-boiling point.

Take two white porcelain wine jugs from the temperature-controlled rack, remove the corks, and place them in hot water to warm them.

Within minutes, the rich aroma of pure grains and the mellow fragrance of fermented liquor wafted out with the steam.