A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the major restaurants in Beijing, that is, the passenger flow decreased sharply. Of course, this is not a sudden occurrence, but a decrease day by day.

At first, I didn't care which restaurant it was, after all, some people like to eat this restaurant's food, some people like to eat another restaurant's food, maybe change the taste or something, this kind of thing is common.

But suddenly one day, when there were only three or two kittens in the huge restaurant, they couldn't sit still, what the hell was going on?

Cyclamen is one of the largest restaurants in Beijing, and there are some powerful people behind it, who are not afraid of no guests and no one making trouble. It's been a smooth ride in business.

Zhao Laicai is the shopkeeper of this cyclamen. Now he looks at the empty scene in his own restaurant, and he is very distressed. He had already sent someone out of Lu to check, but what kind of guest had disappeared without any warning?

"Shopkeeper." A young man ran into the lobby out of breath, calming down the wheezing caused by the running, and talking to Zhao Laicai. "I know, I know the reason."

"What is the reason? Say it. Zhao Laicai walked out of the counter excitedly, grabbed the young man's arm, and asked anxiously. The stakes are high, and he doesn't want the owner to think that he is too incompetent to keep customers.

"He, they all, have all gone to the Drunken Immortal Tower." The young man finally calmed his breath and muttered what he had seen.

"Drunken Immortal Building?" Zhao Laicai was a little puzzled, the Drunken Immortal Building was the property of the Qi Palace, which he knew. Zuixianlou took the lead in coming up with a lot of fresh food and fresh patterns. He also knows the way. And these have been learned by everyone, and the passenger flow has also been divided, do they have any new tricks? But why didn't the people he sent send send the news beforehand?

Zhao Laicai secretly wondered in his heart, was the person sent there discovered by the people from the Drunken Immortal Tower?

"The shopkeeper, there are a lot of people in the Drunken Immortal Building, and those who don't have seats are all lined up outside the door, still waiting there." The young man wiped the sweat from his face and continued. "I heard that there is a good wine in the Drunken Immortal Building. People went for the wine. ”

"Good wine?" Zhao Laicai's attention was drawn to the past. "What good wine?"

"I heard that within ten days, the new wine in the Drunken Immortal Building will only be given away and not sold, and only one pot of wine will be given for each table." The young man took the news he heard. told Zhao Laicai the original. "Only those who have gone in and eaten know what the wine tastes like. However, the name of the sake seems to be Takeki sake. ”

"Takeki sake?" Zhao Laicai went through it several times in his mind, and he didn't think of which winery produced this kind of wine. "Lao Wang, Lao Wang." He called out to the buyers.

"Shopkeeper, are you looking for me?" One in his forties. The wrinkled man walked quickly to Zhao Laicai.

"Have you ever heard of the name Takeki sake?" Zhao Laicai asked with a frown. Lao Wang has been buying cyclamen for many years, very careful, and what is even more rare is that although some people love to be cheap, they are never eye-catching, and they are still able to speak well, and they often stammer with Zhao Laicai, so Zhao Laicai's behavior towards him, as long as it is not excessive, will turn a blind eye. “

"Nope." Lao Wang knew that Zhao Laicai would not mention this name for no reason, so he also thought carefully for a while before answering in the affirmative.

Zhao Laicai's brows furrowed even tighter, he still trusted the fifth child very much, since he said no, then there must be no such wine on the market. Could it be that Zuixianlou brewed good wine by itself?

If that's the case, then it's not good news for their cyclamen. Just look at the scene in the store today to see how big the influence of that wine is.

"Little Five, isn't there any news?" Zhao Laicai asked again.

"I met yesterday, but he didn't say anything wrong with the Drunken Immortal Building, but there were suddenly more guests." Lao Wang was also responsible for liaising with the people who had been planted in the Drunken Immortal Tower.

"Let him find out where the wine came from." Because he didn't get useful news, Zhao Laicai was in a very bad mood.

On the third floor of the Drunken Immortal Building, King Qi Mu Qingqi and Mu Qiyue were sitting in an exclusive private room, drinking to each other.

"Haha, fourth brother, this is thanks to you. Come, a toast for your brother. Mu Qingqi picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly with Mu Qiyue, and then drank it all.

"Brother Qi, this wine is sufficient, you drink less." Mu Qiyue saw that he was going to drink again, so he hurriedly dissuaded. He drank a good amount of alcohol, but he was also drunk. Now Mu Qingqi, as the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building, can't drink too much on such days.

"Good wine, good wine." After listening to Mu Qiyue's words, Mu Qingqi no longer insisted on drinking. "It's just a plain drink for those people downstairs, it's just a violent thing." Mu Qingqi shook his head.

"Hehe, in a few days, someone will beg Brother Qi to buy wine, don't worry, you won't lose." Mu Qiyue said confidently.

And Mu Qingqi glanced up at him, "People often say that there is no traitor, there is no business, it seems that you are the profiteer." "Such a good wine is given away for free for ten days, and after those ten days, will people who are used to drinking this kind of wine drink go to drink other wine?

"Brother Qi has won the award." Mu Qiyue smiled smugly. Who said that the ancients were real, and retreating was not only used in communication with people, but also used very easily in trading.

Within a few days, Mu Qingqi came to the door.

"Brother Qi, why are you free?" Mu Qiyue was on the Zhuangzi, looking at some of the account books of the Muyue Commercial Bank brought by Lu Mingtao, and saw Mu Qingqi walking in with a somewhat solemn face.

"There are ghosts in the drunken fairy building, and I have stolen several jars of Zhuji sake." Mu Qingqi sat on the chair and said angrily.

"This person is bold, he actually dares to make trouble under your nose, what is Brother Qi going to do with him?" Mu Qiyue was stunned at first when he heard the news, and then asked calmly.

"I didn't find out who did it, and several people were suspicious." Mu Qingqi was very depressed, "Shopkeeper Lin was afraid that he would investigate it and make people panic in the drunken immortal building, which would affect the business of the store, so he had to find it slowly." ”

"This person is really bold, he stole such an important thing, and he didn't run away." Mu Qiyue felt that things were interesting. "Who does Brother Qi think did it?"

"Who else can there be, and there can't be those few people." Mu Qingqi refers to several restaurants that compete with Zuixian Lou and the owners behind them.

"That's just as well." Mu Qiyue also knew in his heart that in the capital, Mu Qingqi was not the only one who was powerful. Many people come to share the restaurant business, and it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Now the grand occasion of the Drunken Immortal Building, of course, will cause others to blush.

"What if they make this wine too?" Mu Qingqi said with some worry.

"Make this wine? Haha Mu Qiyue asked rhetorically, and then laughed.

"Stop laughing." Mu Qingqi interrupted him impatiently.

"Brother Qi, do you know what raw materials are used in this wine?" Mu Qiyue stopped laughing.

"What raw materials, isn't it rice, and there are other things in the channel?" Mu Qingqi rolled his eyes.

"It's rice, but it's not ordinary rice." Mu Qiyue nodded and shook his head again.

"What's so unusual, wouldn't you be able to make wine with special rice?" Mu Qingqi said with a smile, of course he knew the preciousness of the special rice of Ludao, although today's output has increased greatly, it is impossible to take it out to make wine.

However, looking at Mu Qiyue's somewhat smug eyes, Mu Qingqi was not calm. "Is it really that?"

Mu Qiyue nodded, "That's it." ”

"It's a loser." Mu Qingqi wanted to slap Mu Qiyue on the back of the head, but after thinking about it, Mu Qiyue's force value was stronger than his after he was fourteen years old.

"But you can't give me my share." Mu Qingqi was afraid that Mu Qiyue would deduct the special white rice that he said he would assign to him because of winemaking. "You don't know what to do, your little nephew, now he doesn't eat anything except the special white rice, and I don't know who he is with." Mu Qingqi said helplessly.

Hearing him mention the child, Mu Qiyue's eyes narrowed, and when it came to his mouth, he still didn't say it. In fact, after Lin Zhu and Fu Dou'er came here, they came again because they put the little red horse Hongyun here at that time. But I didn't spend the night here, and I left the same day.

If Mu Qingqi had come two days earlier, maybe he would have met it.

"That's because Brother Qi is too used to him." Mu Qiyue didn't say anything in the end.

"Where is he who I am used to, Concubine Yue can't wait to find him all the good things." Although it was a complaint, Mu Qingqi was still very satisfied that Concubine Yue could treat his and Concubine Zheng's children so well, especially now that he and Concubine Yue did not give birth to a second child.

"That's right, looking at the appearance of Concubine Yue, people who don't know still think that they are their own mother and son?" Mu Qiyue said casually.

"Eh, don't tell me, they're a bit alike." When Mu Qingqi heard him say this, he suddenly said something like this, "This kid is not quite like me and Concubine Zheng." ”

Mu Qiyue's eyes flashed after hearing this, and he had a plan in his heart.

"I'll tell you what to do." As if he had lost his words, Mu Qingqi said with some remorse, "By the way, I came here this time to ask you, how much Zhuji sake can you have?" ”

"This year's yield is not very large, because there are always about 100 acres planted." Mu Qiyue reported the number, but what surprised Mu Qingqi was that he was so generous and used 100 acres of special rice to make wine. It would take a loser to do such a thing.

"Didn't you only plant a hundred acres in total?" Mu Qingqi looked at him a little nervously.

"It's not my hundred acres, and this wine is not mine, but someone else, but it's convenient for you not to inquire." Mu Qiyue knew that this brother was curious, and cut off the road first.

"Okay, okay, don't ask if you don't ask." Mu Qingqi reluctantly retracted his curiosity. (To be continued......)