"Old man, I'm here to bring you wine!"

After leaving the tea building, Han Chunming went directly to Mr. Guan's house, then strode in carrying a small jar of Fenjiu that had been stored for ten years and some dishes to go with the wine.

Mr. Guan was half-lying on the couch, listening to opera playing on the radio, when his eyes caught sight of the small wine jar, he immediately sat up and urged: "Quickly, put down the wine for me."

"Okay!"

Han Chunming agreed with a smile and put the small wine jar on the coffee table.

But as soon as he put it down, Mr. Guan quickly reached out and held the small wine jar in his arms, fearing that Han Chunming would take the wine away.

"Look at how nervous you are, how could I take it away again? If I brought you a jar of century-old wine, you wouldn't be able to sleep with it every day!"

Han Chunming joked a little funny.

"Grandson, don't brag to me here. If you have the ability to get me a hundred-year-old wine, you can choose three of the treasures in my house!"

Mr. Guan glanced at Han Chunming and said with some disdain.

"I don't do business at a loss. If you let me pick five items, I will definitely get them for you."

Han Chunming raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"Hey! You have such a big tone, okay, let's do it. As long as you can put a hundred-year-old wine in front of me, you can pick five of the treasures in my house and take them away. I have lived for most of my life and still can't do it.

I really have never tasted the taste of a century-old wine.”

Mr. Guan opened his eyes and said loudly.

"Okay, then just wait and see, old man! I will definitely bring you wine before long."

Han Chunming suddenly smiled proudly.

Just now he took the time to take a look at the century-old Fenjiu wine in the system store, which was sold for 1,000 Happy Coins per pound.

Anyway, his hundreds of thousands of remaining happy coins cannot be used to activate the magical product [Resurrection]. If he can spend a few thousand happy coins to exchange for Mr. Guan's five treasures, it will be a huge profit.

You know, he is not the novice antique collector that he was originally. He has master-level antique appreciation skills and an advanced collection vision. He can collect the most precious treasure of the old man in minutes.

"Then why are you still sitting there? When you're done farting, lift your butt and leave!"

Mr. Guan glanced at the small wine jar in his arms and rudely started to chase people away so as not to hinder him from tasting the wine.

Yesterday, he couldn't hold back and finished the small jar of five kilograms of Fenjiu.

Not to mention, it is indeed the best Fenjiu wine that has been stored in the cellar for ten years. After drinking it, I can sleep very comfortably without having a headache.

"Don't worry! I also brought you some goodies, just right for drinking."

Han Chunming said with a helpless smile.

This old man is good at everything, but he is too greedy for wine. It seems that after a while, he will have to find an opportunity to give Mr. Guan a massage and recuperate his body.

While thinking about it, he placed the dishes he had brought to go with the wine.

Suddenly, an alluring aroma overflowed.

Mr. Guan looked at the greasy pork head and peanuts on the table, and his nose couldn't help but twitch.

Then, he reached out and took the chopsticks handed over by Han Chunming, quickly picked up a piece of pig head meat and put it into his mouth, squinting his eyes and slowly chewing it, with an intoxicated look on his face unconsciously.

“It’s delicious!”

Han Chunming listened to the system prompts in his mind and asked with a smile.

[Ding! The host helps Mr. Guan taste and enjoy the delicious food and drinks, and the system will reward 88 happy coins. ]

"Hmm! Not bad, delicious!"

Mr. Guan nodded and praised.

"Hey, I did it!"

Han Chunming pointed at himself and said with a proud smile.

"You? Haha, boy, don't make fun of your grandpa, the nine-door admiral!"

Mr. Guan suddenly opened his eyes and said with doubt on his face.

"What? I can't cook!"

Han Chunming raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

"Okay, I'll provide you with the food and drinks from now on!"

Mr. Guan nodded and said leisurely.

"Forehead..."

Han Chunming was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes speechlessly.

I dare you to dig a hole for him here!

"Why are you still standing there? Get me a cup!"

Mr. Guan's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to give instructions.

"Okay, please wait!"

Han Chunming nodded helplessly, then got off the bed, went to the cabinet next to him and took a wine glass back and put it on the coffee table.

Mr. Guan slowly opened the mud seal of the small wine jar, then carefully picked up the small wine jar and poured some wine into the cup.

Soon, he was eating and drinking happily alone.

"Hey, old man, have you forgotten something?"

Seeing this, Han Chunming hurriedly urged.

"What's the hurry!"

Mr. Guan glanced at Han Chunming and replied calmly.

Then, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, slowly exhaling the smell of wine, and then said: "The tea is fragrant, let's stop drinking, gather friends, and then go back upstairs!"

"Back then! These four small enamel bowls were in the hands of four tax collectors at Deshengmen, Dongzhimen, Chongwenmen, and Chaoyangmen."

"Later, when the old people died, they passed this thing down to us, the four brothers! We became brothers because of this!"

"What happened later! The three of them were robbed of this item! Now the only thing left in my hand is this one!"

"Where is the person who robbed the items? He is the prince's grandson!"

As he said that, he glanced at Han Chunming with deep meaning in his eyes.

"The prince's grandson?"

Han Chunming showed his surprise at the right time and made a mockery of Mr. Guan!

"My surname is Sun, I'm not serious!"

Mr. Guan shook his head and said with a smile.

Han Chunming frowned, looking puzzled.

Only then did Mr. Guan reveal the answer to the mystery.

"The son of my concubine, whose surname is Hou, is the father of the shabby Hou you know!"

"Baolanhou? With his appearance, he is the prince's grandson? Ouch! I really didn't expect this."

Han Chunming suddenly couldn't help laughing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although he already knew the answer, in order to cooperate with Mr. Guan, he still pretended that he did not know.

"Do you understand?"

Mr. Guan looked straight at Han Chunming and asked playfully.

"Yes, I understand!"

Han Chunming nodded and said.

"Now you know what to do?"

Mr. Guan continued.

"Okay, I'll think of a way to get you a small bowl tomorrow!"

Han Chunming didn't say that the small bowl was already in his hand, so as not to save Mr. Guan from urging him to go back and get it now.

"Then why are you still here? Leave!"

After Mr. Guan finished speaking, he immediately started chasing people away again.

"Okay, then drink slowly. I'll see you later!"

Han Chunming glanced helplessly at the small wine jar held tightly by Mr. Guan, then stood up, waved his hand and said.

He knew that Mr. Guan looked like he was worried about him drinking, but in fact it was a good intention to let him go about his own business without having to accompany him here.

After coming out of Mr. Guan's house, he rode his motorcycle directly to Chabalou.

At the same time, Cheng Jianjun slept for a day and a night, finally feeling relieved.
To be continued...