"Senior Hong doesn't believe me?"

Yang Dong said lightly, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Why don't you make a bet with the junior and the senior Hong, how about the lottery head is these twenty-five taels of silver?"

When Hong Laoliu heard this, he immediately became a little moved.

But he knew very well in his heart that Yang Dong, this kid, didn't seem to talk much, but he was actually extremely shrewd in his heart.

These twenty-five taels of silver, I'm afraid it's not easy to win.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, let's wait and see."

"Okay then."

Yang Dong pursed his lips with some pity,

It's a pity that I'm almost able to prostitute Hong seniors again.

It's just that this old guy seems to be a lot more cautious.

I'll have to think about a different approach next time.

He wasn't actually worried about whether anyone would buy the immortal drunk.

As long as it is a good wine, there will be no shortage of markets. What's more, there is a marketing genius of yourself?

Moreover, this immortal drunk is the only one in the entire Great Zhou.

Even if someone wanted to copy it, it would not be possible.

After all, at this level of science and technology, it is close to the Great Zhou of the Tang Dynasty. Distillers or something, haven't come out yet.

Thinking of this, he got up and yawned.

Turn around and walk towards the room upstairs.

"Xiao Liu, look after the store, I'll go up and rest for a while."

"Don't worry, boss!"

The shopkeeper said in harmony and cleaned up the counter in the brewery again.

But at this moment, Hong Laoliu's faint voice came into Yang Dong's ears.

"Young people, know how to be temperate!"

……

Outside Changcheng,

A seven-man cavalry was being interrogated by the White Lotus Sect at this moment.

"Where did you come from, and what did you enter Changcheng for?"

"Do you have a guide on you?"

In the face of cross-examination, the seven-man cavalry did not bother to pay attention to it from beginning to end.

One of them just touched the scabbard, and a terrifying blood mark appeared on the neck of the White Lotus Sect member guarding outside the city gate.

Quietly, these congregants defending the city have lost their lives.

"Go and go back quickly, the young master needs our protection."

The person at the head had a grim face, and just gave a faint order.

The next moment, seven horses exerted their strength at the same time, and on the streets of Changcheng, they galloped wildly, knocking down many ordinary people.

"Straight lady thief, what kind of people are these? Dare to be a horse on the street, aren't you afraid that the White Lotus Sect will find trouble? ”

"If you want me to say, these people may be those bandit kings in the White Lotus Sect."

"I don't think so, you look at these horses, they are all strong and vigorous, and they are obviously not our local horses in Los Angeles."

As the people were talking, the seven-man cavalry disappeared from their field of vision after a short time.

At the same time, the door of Yang Dong's brewery was already full of people.

Speaking of which, he still has to thank the rich man in the morning.

After the rich man got the immortal drunk, he kept calling friends and tasting together.

Soon, the reputation of immortal drunkenness was completely established in the upper circles of Changcheng.

At this moment, the people queuing at the door of the shop are all servants of the wealthy merchant families in the city.

They came in groups of three or five. In order to buy more immortals for the master's family to get drunk and go back.

As for how much money to spend...... Will the master's house be short of silver?

It was just a blink of an eye, and all thirty pots of immortals were sold drunk.

Yang Dong looked at the silver ticket in his hand, and then glanced at the crowd queuing outside the door.

Is this money so easy to earn?

I am an immortal drunk, is the price set low?

Sure enough, if you want to make a lot of money, you still have to start with the rich.

Yang Dong silently summed up his experience in his heart, then got up and walked outside the shop, and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's thirty pots of immortal drunkenness have been sold out."

"If you still want to buy it, you can come back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow the Japanese store will take out fifty ...... A hundred pots of immortal drunk are on sale, so stay tuned. ”

After saying this, he didn't care how the people outside the door reacted.

With a direct "bang", the door of the brewery was closed.

Now it is a seller's market, and Yang Dong is fully qualified to be tsundere.

Seeing this, the servants at the door expressed their cordial greetings to Yang Dong.

But they also know in their hearts that good wine is rare.

So after greeting another stick of incense, the group dispersed unwillingly.

It's just that what they are talking about is that they will come early tomorrow no matter what.

Just when they thought that no matter what they were doing today, they would not be able to complete the task assigned by the Lord's family.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a servant, who was striking a gong and shouting:

"The Yangji Liquor Shop in the east of the city has opened, and today it is limited to 100 pots of immortal brew."

"If you need it, go quickly!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of those domestic servants suddenly lit up.

They originally thought that only this brewery in the west of the city could buy immortal brew.

But I didn't expect that there were breweries in the east of the city!

It's just this Yang Kee wine shop...... Didn't you change the boss behind your back?

At this moment, the second floor of the brewery in the west of the city.

Hong Lao Liu took a sip of immortal drunkenness and said:

"You kid, you're really full of bad water."

"The old man knows that you are absolutely reluctant to give up this white money."

Yang Dong smiled, picked up a piece of sauced beef, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"A great businessman once said: If you have money, you don't make money."

"Since they came to give money, how can the kid not accept it?"

"Besides, it's still too small for a mere Changcheng. I need to accumulate some silver tickets and go to the big city to buy some shops. In this way, the immortal drunk can become a money-making business. ”

"Senior Hong, do you want to buy shares?"

Hearing the shareholding, Hong Laoliu's eyes suddenly lit up.

He follows Yang Dong every day, and he knows this kid's skills well.

You can say that his martial arts cultivation is water, and you can scold him for cooking.

But you can't say he's a loser!

From Hong Laoliu's point of view, Yang Dong, this kid, is completely a little God of Wealth.

I don't know how his brain grows, so he took out something casually and gave it to the little emperor of Da Zhou, relieving his urgent need.

Hong Lao Liu was a little moved, but then his eyes dimmed again.

He glanced at his lips and said:

"To tell you the truth, you kid can really look at the one hundred and eighty taels of silver in the old man's hand?"

"I'm afraid you spend more than this amount on your daily pleasures, right?"

"Ahem!"

Yang Dong coughed heavily, his face serious.

"Where did Senior Hong start with this, when did the kid have fun?"

"It's just a matter of inviting a few gentle big sisters to have a few drinks with me. How can you say that it is so exaggerated? ”

"However, I really don't lack the two dates in your hand. I want you to take a stake, and it's completely out of security considerations. ”

"Security considerations?"

Hong Laoliu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a trace of surprise flashed on his face.

"You kid, do you want your husband to be your bodyguard for life?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"In the future, the net profit of the immortal drunk will be divided into 10% for you."

"Please rest assured, boss, with the old man here, no one can hurt you half a point!"