Chapter 122 Lao Wang Wu Winery

The only question I struggle with when it comes to birthday celebrations is: What is my birthday?

Returning to the past time, I haven't had a birthday, although my mother bought me a cake for those two years, but I always downplay it, just eat a few bites to deal with it, even if it's messed up. Because every time I look at the cake, I think about how many candles should I put in?

The question of age is indeed a mystery. Logically speaking, I should be forty years old, which is called cumulative age. Ever since I was thirty-seven years old and suddenly traveled through time and space. From a practical point of view, I am twenty-one years old, which is the consensus of all the people around me at present.

But since I don't want to live in that paradise all the time, it has already made Li Yun unhappy, and I can't veto this request, so I agreed to go to see the mysterious Yuelao Temple staff together on March 5.

Qian Haiping quickly gave us a good news, that is, the method of borrowing chickens and eggs has been successful. It turns out that the bookstore license opened by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles only needs to be approved for another name change procedure to be used, and the right to operate is changed to my own head, but the original copy of this license has to be placed in the hands of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, in fact, it is in the hands of Qian Haiping, who, as the director of outreach, is mainly responsible for the tertiary industry that can never really make a profit from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Although the original license does not belong to me, but I have absolute business autonomy, but every year to give a little explanation to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, according to Qian Haiping, it is good to create a profitable industry for the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, so that the leaders have a little psychological comfort, and the specific amount of money to pay is secondary.

To be honest, Qian Haiping, as a new-school figure of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, really has the meaning of turning his elbow outward, he told me that if the leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles ask about the operation of the bookstore, I will have to cry poor, calling the world difficult and difficult to do business, etc., in order to get more support, such as finding a way to see a newspaper and do a publicity, such as using the relationship of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to buy some cheap books, and for example, I can pay less management fees, and so on. In short, the leaders can't be made to think that the bookstore has collapsed, but they can't let them know that the bookstore has made a fortune, and the mastery of the scale still requires skills.

I have to praise Qian Haiping is indeed the most economic-minded and worldly outstanding figure among those literati, he helped me to calculate, and felt that paying 10,000 yuan a year is considered to be the top of the sky, and the leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles will definitely smile happily, because almost every tertiary industry run by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is a mess, so it is hard to have a money-making industry that belongs to God's eyes.

The entire approval process of the bookstore reminds me of the "backdoor listing" in later generations, and those companies that want to go public but can't get the approval document in later generations also pretend to pull a tiger skin like this and start to play a big show.

Spring came very early this year, at the beginning of March, the weather was already very warm, and the yellow spring flowers and snow-white branches were already blooming on campus, which made me miss the fragrant branches and branches that my mother inserted in the bottle when I was a child, and the impression left on me by my sense of smell is unforgettable in this life.

On the morning of March 5th, after I said to Jin Puguang to help me report by name, I hurriedly followed Li Yun and the two of them, each riding a bicycle to the foot of Yuhuang Mountain. Compared to more than a year ago, the Jade Phoenix Mountain in spring is even more intoxicating. Some were tender green, the new branches and green leaves shone in the spring sun, and the rejuvenated birds and finches chirped and flew around in the bushes without stopping for a moment.

We parked our car at the foot of the mountain, and this time we bought tickets and walked up the stairs along the main road, fully appreciating the laid-back freedom of "just going off the beaten path".

To be honest, I can't tell if the old shrine is still there that month, so I can only resign myself to fate. My pace was a little fast, and I kept walking in front of Li Yun. Suddenly, Li Yun shouted behind me, "Zhou Xu, can you stop?"

I stopped, turned my head, and stood at the top of the steps to look at Li Yun on the steps below, she was looking up at me blankly, her eyes full of indescribable expressions.

"What's wrong? Can't walk?" I said as I walked down the steps.

"Don't move, don't move, okay?" Li Yun hurriedly waved her hand at me, and then showed a sweet smile and said, "You look good when you climb the mountain, if only I could draw, I will draw your climbing posture." ”

"How do I climb the mountain?" I looked at Li Yun in confusion, "That's how climbing a mountain is, what's there to see?"

Li Yun said: "You look good standing on the steps now, I want to buy a camera, and we can take pictures when we go out to play in the future, do you say okay?"

I said, "Okay, I'll sponsor it, you can go and buy it." ”

I smiled as I spoke, walked down and took Li Yun's hand, and dragged her forward quickly.

"You must climb the mountain with all your might, and you can't give up halfway." I said to Li Yun.

Li Yun was dragged by me and panted, but said happily: "As long as you don't let go of my hand, I will always follow you forward." ”

Suddenly, I remembered what Li Shusheng had said, don't let go of Xiao Yun's hand, otherwise she will fall to pieces. Thinking of this, looking at Li Yun's soft hand that I was holding, it made me feel confused and sad for no reason.

Soon we were halfway up the mountain. There is a gazebo here, and you can see the Yuelao Temple when you look forward from the gazebo.

As we stood in the gazebo and looked forward together, a chill slowly rose from the bottom of our hearts. In front of it is a large courtyard, you can see the eaves and curved parapet wall of the original Yuelao Temple, but in front of the courtyard there is now a tall mast, on which hangs an antique yellow flag, on which a line of vulgar words is written in vulgar brush font: Lao Wang Wu Winery.

We didn't give up, we went closer to take a closer look, and sure enough, the Yuelao Temple disappeared, or the house is still the same house, but the purpose is completely different. The old man of the moon enshrined in the original hall has disappeared, and there is only a huge wine counter, which has the charm of a Xianheng hotel. The hall is lined with tables and chairs, the surrounding walls are plastered with lists of signature dishes, and the sky is filled with exaggerated lanterns.

Even a fool can see that this is definitely an authentic hotel.

The shop was empty, maybe we arrived too early, far from the noon rush hour, which is the time when business is at its quietest. We stood at the door of the temple, at a loss.

At this moment, a little girl suddenly appeared next to us, and said unceremoniously, like a ghost, which frightened us into a daze.

The little girl, dressed in a waiter's uniform, looked like a salesman at a winery, and she looked at us stupidly, and after a while, she squeezed out a professional smile and said, "Do you two want to eat here?" Please sit casually. ”