He Guangyu's words are very beautiful, first clarifying that his family has been committed to the winemaking industry for several generations, and then holding Mu Zhengyang's honey wine to the sky after establishing authority, and then starting from the position of worrying about the majority of patients with high blood pressure, myocardial infarction, and neurasthenia, he threw out a huge amount of 50 million, and also showed his attitude of indifference to shares.

"Haha, Mr. He, that's me giving you a chance, it's clear that you gave me a chance!"

Mu Zhengyang looked like he was moved, and said to He Guangyu with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Mu is humble, with this magical wine recipe in hand, it is extremely easy for Mr. Mu to get investment, and Mr. Mu is under great pressure to save people in the downtown area, this spirit of sacrificing himself to save others has touched many people, He is just one of them!"

He Guangyu can be regarded as a man of the year in Xizhong County, and Mu Zhengyang is just a nobody from the mountains, but He Guangyu put his posture very low, and praised Mu Zhengyang endlessly, attracting the attention of others on the top of the mountain.

"It's the first time I've seen Mr. He from Bianjiang Liquor Industry talk to people with this attitude, this young man is too good!"

"Bianjiang Liquor is a big taxpayer in our Xizhong County, even if He Guangyu and He always see the number one in the county, they don't have this kind of attitude!"

"You guys are too outdated, this young man used a pot of wine to bring him back to life a few days ago, and saved the father of the county magistrate Z in Tiekou Alley, and his ability to make wine is extremely high, Bianjiang Liquor can get the help of this young man, and he will be able to plug in the wings of flying immediately, and it is normal for this He to have this attitude!"

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Some people only knew He Guangyu and looked at Mu Zhengyang in surprise, and some people recognized Mu Zhengyang, so they cast admiration and envy at Mu Zhengyang.

He Guangyu was still very stable in his heart after Uncle Li's failure to analyze the honey wine recipe, in his opinion, Mu Zhengyang was still too tender, and when he turned his head, he could think of several methods, and when he said the words before, he was almost invincible.

If Mu Zhengyang agrees to cooperate with him, this kind of deeds will spread in the future, and he can gain a great reputation, and Mu Zhengyang refuses to cooperate with him, his behavior of actively distributing wealth for the majority of patients can not only accumulate a wave of favorability for him, but also bring negative effects to Mu Zhengyang, not to mention that through his judgment, this mysterious Mr. Mu must be a principled, upright, A person with a personality, the image he set up for himself with his words should be more in line with the taste of this mysterious Mr. Shepherd, and the chance of agreeing to cooperate with him is very great, and as long as the two of them cooperate, he will have hundreds of ways to obtain the wine recipe, and then think of an upright way to kick this Mr. Mu out, and he will be able to monopolize this wine recipe.

Although He Guangyu didn't take Mu Zhengyang too seriously in his heart, the expression on his face was extremely solemn, as if he was really inspired by Mu Zhengyang.

"Thank you Mr. He for your praise, but I'm really sorry, I can't mass-produce this wine!"

Mu Zhengyang faced He Guangyu's 'killing', his smile gradually faded, and he said in a very calm tone.

"But there are technical limitations? In this regard, we have accumulated some experience in Bianjiang Liquor, if it really doesn't work, I can also introduce a few experts to you! You don't have to worry about revealing the secret recipe, and we will help you apply for patents and various contract protection from legal channels when the time comes!"

He Guangyu had long anticipated this possibility, and asked very considerately and enthusiastically.

"Hehe, only the book saint Wang Xizhi can write the "Lanting Prelude", only the poet immortal Li Bai can write "Will Toast", and only the saint Wu Daozi can draw the "Sending the Son of the Heavenly King", there are some things in this world, only some people can do it, do you understand?"

Mu Zhengyang No matter what He Guangyu's purpose is, his honey wine involves his core secret, and he has no intention of cooperating with He Guangyu at all, and he has not lied to He Guangyu, books and jade bottles have been fused with him, and he is indeed the only one in this world who can make honey wine, and after speaking, he did not continue to talk to He Guangyu, got up and went down the mountain from a path on the top of the mountain.

"Scholarly saints, poet immortals, painting saints, there are certain things in this world, only some people can do? I originally wanted to put this pastoral gentleman in a dilemma, but it seems to have become his foil, and I still underestimated this young man too much before!"

He Guangyu was a little depressed in his heart, he was still the number one person in Xizhong County, and others were very polite when they saw him speak, and he lowered his posture and talked to this Mr. Mu, but this Mr. Mu was able to remain calm, the strangest thing was that this Mr. Mu listed himself with the book saint, the poet immortal, and the painting saint, this kind of arrogant behavior, not only did he not have any reason to refute it, looking at the back of Mu Zhengyang's departure, he really felt a little bit of meaning in it.

Mu Zhengyang walked extremely fast, and disappeared in front of He Guangyu's eyes in a few seconds.

"Mr. Mu wait for ......", He Guangyu's plan failed, he was a little unwilling, he chased after Mu Zhengyang, but found that he didn't even see Mu Zhengyang's shadow, he looked at the mountain road covered with green thorns in a daze, and muttered: "Is this person fly......ing?

Mu Zhengyang walked like a fly on the narrow and crooked mountain road, and it only took ten minutes to descend the mountain from the small road, which was faster than other people who drove on the winding mountain road.

After descending the mountain.

Mu Zhengyang casually found a store to deal with it, and there were still three hours before the departure, so he went to Xinhua Bookstore to read books, and by the way, he bought a few more books and went back to the mountain.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Zhengyang took a few newly bought books and carried milk powder and bottles on the bus home, the bus just walked out of the county, and the mobile phone ringing in his pocket rang, his mobile phone number was only known to a few close relatives and friends, and he would turn off the mobile phone when he returned to the mountain, and the number of ringing was very limited.

"I'll go, brother, your phone actually got through, it's not easy! I don't have to say this luck, wait for my buddy to go out and buy lottery tickets!"

Mu Zhengyang pressed the connect button, and Wu Dabao's sharp voice came from the mobile phone.

"If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go!"

Mu Zhengyang talked to Wu Dabao, it was a natural state of ordinary people, and he was not polite at all, and said bluntly.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot to get down to business, the six pots of spider plants you gave me the day before yesterday are really quite peculiar, I put them in my office, I went this morning, and found that the air in the office was fresh, and there was a feeling of staying in the forest after the rain!

Wu Dabao said with a spitting voice, and his expression was very excited.