Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 425 - 434 Unique Banquet

Mo Zidao said this, but the man simply didn’t believe him. Look, his crafty eyes had just spotted him hiding the wine. It must be some kind of treasure.

The man took a seat next to Mo Zidao. "Come on, Brother Mo, let’s see what you’ve hidden. Is it thirty-year-old Maotai? Or maybe twenty-year-old Jiannanchun?"

"Really, it’s not. It’s something a friend of my son brewed himself. He brought me a little to try."

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Mo Zidao smiled as he spoke. For these politicians, there was almost none who couldn’t drink. Whether it was to cope or to flatter, they were all heavy drinkers.

After listening to him, the man, Old Gao, felt a bit disappointed. Suddenly he sniffed and directly picked up his glass, downing the half cup that was left.

"Tsk tsk." Old Gao smacked his lips, then suddenly his eyes widened in astonishment, his body jolted as if electrified.

Drinking was just drinking, but Old Gao actually felt a warm current wandering endlessly inside him, seemingly diminishing his day’s fatigue, making him feel much more comfortable.

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"Brother Mo, what kind of wine is this? How is it so miraculous? Delicious, really delicious. It tastes so much better than those special supply liquors. It’s truly exhilarating!"

As Old Gao spoke, he reached out to snatch the wine bottle from Mo Zidao’s hand. Mo Zidao, protecting it like guarding against a thief, dodged to the side. "Hey, Old Gao, what are you doing? Mind the image."

"Screw the image. Everyone knows I, Old Gao, am obsessed with wine. Hurry up and let me have a look."

Old Gao waved his hand and spoke in a loud voice. He was a retired soldier, very forthright and always drooling at the mention of good food, never satisfied just by swallowing saliva.

Mo Zidao sighed in frustration and then took out the wine. Old Gao saw it was just an ordinary transparent glass bottle and immediately slapped his thigh. "Truly, the ocean’s depth is unfathomable. Such an exceptional wine!"

As he spoke, he snatched the bottle, poured himself a full cup, and then downed it all in one gulp before bursting into laughter and exclaiming his sheer enjoyment.

"Hey, you rascal, you’ve left me none. I haven’t even had my fill," Mo Zidao snatched back the wine bottle, smacking his lips in protest. "You’re like a bandit, you know."

"Hehe, Brother Mo, sell me a few bottles, will you? I’m really craving it," Old Gao chuckled.

Mo Zidao, however, gave him a sidelong glance. "Sell? No way. This is the first batch from my son’s friend’s distillery, and all the recipes are perfectly blended."

"And this wine, not to mention it doesn’t harm the body, it actually strengthens and benefits health. Do you believe that?"

Old Gao didn’t wait for Mo Zidao to finish before nodding eagerly. "I believe, of course, I believe. Can’t you see I feel a heat coursing through me? Tsk tsk, it’s magical."

"Let me tell you, if you want to drink, go buy it yourself. This bottle is eight thousand eight, and there are various grades. Other grades are cheaper. Isn’t your daughter and son-in-law rich? Have them buy it for you."

Mo Zidao clutched the wine bottle to his chest as if guarding against a thief while gazing at Old Gao.

Eight thousand eight, for one bottle?

Even Old Gao was taken aback. "Damn, why doesn’t your son’s friend just rob people? That rascal, selling it at such a high price. Who can afford to drink this?"

"Ah, there are plenty who can afford it. Besides, that’s the most expensive one. There are others around a hundred or so a bottle. That’s not expensive, is it? Within your means, right?"

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Mo Xing walked in high spirits, holding a case of Wu Long Drunk in his arms.

"Dad, let me tell you, I’ve given you those several hundred cases. Don’t compete with me for these dozen cases, or I’ll call grandpa and tell him you’re bullying me."

Mo Xing, who was blocked from view by the case of wine, only saw Old Gao when he set it down. He was instantly taken aback, seeing Mo Zidao’s gloomy face, furiously staring at Mo Xing, while Old Gao was utterly astonished.

"You bastard, causing more trouble than you’re worth, get back to your room and sleep, and if you dare go out again these next few days, I’ll break your legs!"

Mo Zidao lost his temper completely. What a bastard move, hundreds of cases; do you freaking want to expose all of my hidden collection? If others find out, won’t they go crazy?

"Haha! Little Mo Xing, not bad, not bad, Uncle Gao is quite impressed with you." Uncle Gao, however, laughed, his eyes sparkling with delight.

Mo Xing was stunned, damn, what’s going on? What did I do wrong now, who have I offended, he thought as he returned to his room with a sullen face.

"Hehe, Brother Mo, that’s not very generous of you. With so much alcohol, and you still ask me to buy some, don’t you think you’re being a bit stingy?" Uncle Gao chuckled and wiped his mouth with a grin.

Mo Zidao felt a bit insecure, "What does it matter if I have so much alcohol? It’s not yours. Alright, alright, I’ll give you one case, just don’t go out and blab about it."

"One case? Are you kidding me? Ten cases minimum, otherwise I’m going to tell everyone right now."

Uncle Gao immediately got furious, thinking if he, a distinguished official, looked like a beggar to Mo Zidao, expecting to be brushed off with just one case?

"Say whatever you like. I’m telling you, this wine has just hit the market, and not many people know about it yet!" Mo Zidao retorted with a cold laugh.

"How about this, I’ll give you three cases, that should be enough, we’re partners after all. Any more and I’m turning against you!"

After Mo Zidao spoke, Uncle Gao scoffed, "Three cases? Five cases, not one less, or don’t blame me for turning against you!"

Alright, the two were at loggerheads now, and such a scene was even taking place at the Huamei Hotel. Tonight’s banquet was hosted by the Huamei Group to invite the elite from all walks of life in Donghai City.

Those who attended tonight’s banquet were elites from various industries, holding extremely important positions in their respective fields.

This banquet was tasteful and elegant, yet not lacking in luxury, with an abundance of delicious delicacies and a well-known pianist providing live accompaniment.

Amidst the melodious piano music, Ye Ling and Shen Yuexin held their wine glasses and watched the constantly moving crowd within the venue.

"Tsk tsk, today’s banquet is probably a first in history, right?" Ye Ling chuckled, sipping from his glass delicately.

Shen Yuexin gave him a look full of charm, "You, you’re going to ruin Huamei’s reputation. It’s the first time hard liquor is being served at the banquet."

The two swirled their glasses, which surprisingly contained Wu Long Drunk; the transparent liquor shimmered slowly, its colors tantalizing under the light’s reflection.

Usually, at such banquets, people would drink wines like grape wine, red wine, cocktails, and so forth, maintaining a certain level of sophistication. Yet, like today, having hard liquor along with these drinks might indeed be a first.

"Tsk tsk, look, there’s a fish that’s taken the bait." Ye Ling grinned, as a man in proper attire poured himself a glass of Wu Long Drunk, looking puzzled.

The man was very surprised; he had been to many banquets but never had he seen one that included hard liquor.

What did this mean? Were they planning to get everyone drunk and then kidnap them for a once-in-a-lifetime ransom?

However, this man too was a heavy drinker, a lover of alcohol, and especially fond of collecting it. Upon seeing the hard liquor, he couldn’t help but want to try it. Taking a small sip from the glass, his eyes widened instantly.

"What! Impossible!"

The man exclaimed in shock, drawing curious looks from countless individuals. This was a gathering of elites, pillars of upper-class society.

How could someone act so improperly at a banquet? It was quite out of the ordinary.