Chapter 31: Fake wine? That's called blending!

  "This is gold sand." Looking at the slightly greenish large and small coarse sand grains, Zhang Yu fiddled with them under the desk lamp: "But it's just not high-purity, where did you get this stuff?" Zhang Yu looked at Wen Fei with a suspicious gaze: "Not seen for several days, didn't you go mining or something?"

  Wen Fei fiercely gave a middle finger, and there were also several small private gold mines locally. It is said that the bosses of the miners did not give them wages, and they had to rely on the workers themselves to secretly take out the gold. The boss would send someone to check, and the large ones would be confiscated, while the small ones hidden secretly, the gold mine boss would turn a blind eye, which was considered as paying the miner's salary.

  It is said that after a few years of mining, one can build a small Western-style house. As for the so-called secret location, it's probably just chrysanthemum... Of course, this is just irresponsible market gossip and shouldn't be taken seriously!

  "You little brat will get hemorrhoids sooner or later!" Wen Fei cursed viciously.

  Zhang Yu didn't get angry either, and said with a pleased smile: "You want to sell this gold sand, but you still have to find me? I don't know if the gold shop will even accept it."

  Wen Fei was too lazy to chat with him and asked directly: "How is it? Has the house been negotiated?"

  "Two hundred and eighty thousand, not a penny less. If it's really not possible, we'll just buy another house. It's not worth arguing with that broken-down house!"

  Wen Fei gave Zhang Yu a disdainful look: "You were the one who boasted about that house at first, saying it was magnificent. Now how did it become a broken-down house?"

  "Are you really going to buy it?" Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked.

  "Watch this, I'm going to make a big deal this time, and I'll probably have enough money to buy a house!"

  "What big business? What big business?" Zhang Yu perked up his ears.

  "Go, go, don't listen to him. By the way, where's your little rain? Why isn't she stuck with you? Have you two broken up already?" Wen Fei asked.

  He looked at Wen Fei with disdain: "Not yet, even if we break up, it's not your turn to fill in. What's going on, do you have something to do with her?"

  Normally, Wen Fei would have bantered with Zhang Yu for a while. But today, he didn't feel like it: "I want to buy some wine... cheap ones."

  "You won't go to the supermarket to buy it," Zhang Yu said, reacting: "Is this what you call a big business? How much do you want to buy?"

  "It's a trade secret, can't tell!" Wen Fei refused to answer very succinctly. He knew that Zhang Yu was a heartless and careless guy who would soon forget about the matter.

  "I'll call her over!" Zhang Yu shrugged, not really caring. For him, he only had energy for things that interested him, and most of the time, his interest wouldn't last very long.

  Soon, Xiao Yu rushed over excitedly, driving a red POLO, which made Wen Fei feel ashamed and determined to buy a car this time... a pickup truck.

  "What wine to buy? Just say it. If there's no money, just owe it!" Xiaoyu said with a big wave of her hand, which was absolutely inconsistent with her elegant appearance and name.

  "I just want to buy some of the cheapest wine," said Wen Fei, with a slightly red face: "Loose liquor is fine too, the key is that rural areas are not used to drinking good wine!" Wen Fei came up with an excuse, his face didn't have any redness.

  "Are there still such poor villages?" Xiaoyu said casually, "It's easy. The cheapest is to mix it with alcohol. I'll tell you, don't even bother coming to my house to buy it. Just go buy some alcohol and flavorings, mix them in water, and that's it. I can give you the formula!"

  Wen Fei was taken aback: "This works too?!"

  "This won't do?" Xiaoyu said disdainfully, "You think the high-end wines sold outside are made in a different way? They're also mixed and blended. The only difference is that they use some brewed original wine. With today's technology, even if you want the flavor of Maotai, it can be mixed and blended out, it's just a matter of using different spices..."

  Don't even mention Wen Fei, even Zhang Yu that dead fatso was shocked by this insider news: "No way, how dark?"

  "What do you think?" Xiaoyu shrugged.

  "That's it, then!" Hearing Xiaoyu say this, Wen Fei finally put down his last bit of confusion and conscience. I'm also following industry standards, letting my fellow countrymen from a thousand years ago taste the heavenly brew ahead of time... Damn it, no big deal, I just have more conscience, not using industrial alcohol, that's all...

  Following Xiaoyu's guidance, Wen Fei bought everything. With Xiaoyu, a familiar insider, leading the way, the things they bought were very cheap. A kilogram of liquor was mixed and matched, and the cost was only one or two yuan. The degree wasn't very high, only twenty or thirty degrees, but it seemed that the degree of wine during the Northern Song Dynasty was much higher than usual. Wen Fei was afraid that people in ancient times wouldn't be able to adapt to a higher degree, so he matched some fifty-degree liquor, and after adding spices, the aroma of the liquor overflowed. To Wen Fei, who didn't drink much, it seemed no different from Wuliangye or Maotai...

  After preparing for two or three days, he had everything ready to sell. Wen Fei was uneasy at heart; as a recluse, this was the first time in his life that he would be doing something illegal, even if it were over a thousand years ago.

  Moreover, I've heard that those barbarian tribes are so ferocious that since the Zhenzong dynasty, they have been constantly at war with Western Xia and other tribes. Only then did these tribes become more subdued... Previously, whenever they encountered something they liked, they would directly take it by force... Even now, when encountering a barbarian tribe, there are still cases of being robbed or killed. In short, trading with the barbarian tribes is extremely profitable, but also extremely risky.

  Wen Fei considered coming and going, but still carried the crossbow on his body, only without carrying that big barbarian cow. The crossbow's power was great, but its weight was over ten kilograms, making it too inconvenient to use. When Wen Fei first met Wang Zhi Ming, he wanted to turn his face and take action, but the crossbow on his back was too inconvenient. Probably before Wen Fei could even take the crossbow off his back, he would already be knocked to the ground by someone.

  Fortunately, the last time that crossbow was packed in a professional bag, Wang Zhi Ming did not see the actual object. Otherwise, with that little guy's curious nature, he might have taken it to study for a while. After all, this steel crossbow is much more advanced than the crossbows of the Northern Song Dynasty.

  This time, he didn't bring that stupid big black rough crossbow, but a small and delicate multi-bow. This was bought by Wen Fei on Taobao, although the power is limited, it's much more convenient. In fact, what Wen Fei really wanted to do was get a gun, unfortunately as an otaku good citizen, Wen Fei really didn't know where to get that kind of thing. So he prepared another dagger, which looked quite sharp.

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