Piaotian Literature    Chapter 946 Selling favors (Part 1)

Xue Weitong looked up and smiled, "Grandpa, I'll take my brother to see you!"

Mr. Xue laughed loudly, and his anger was very strong, making the house buzzing: "Your brother? When did your mother give birth to an older brother for you? Why didn't I know?" Just from this sentence, you can see that Mr. Xue is very humorous.

Master Zhang looked up at Mr. Xue, and there was no way not to look up. He stood upstairs and stood downstairs. He had to use this angle to see Mr. Xue clearly. In fact, don’t worry about where he stood, his aura was so strong. The power of the official who cultivated in his years of political career is not a big deal!

Only in front of a few people did Zhang feel the feeling of breathing suffocating in front of Mr. Qiao, and in front of Mr. Xue, he also felt the same feeling in front of Mr. Xue. However, Mr. Xue’s temperament is obviously much more outgoing than Mr. Qiao. The two have one thing in common and both look very kind, especially when facing younger generations, they really have no airs, which is not inconsistent with their own super aura.

Mr. Xue is very tall and similar to Zhang Yang. When he was young, he was much taller than Zhang Yang. He smiled and looked at Zhang Yang and said, "Who is this young man?"

Xue Weitong said: "Zhang Yang, what I told you, I will become a sworn brother!"

Mr. Xue laughed again, and he shook his head and said, "My granddaughter actually had a sworn game. Isn't it a bit more rash?" He stretched out his hand to Zhang Yang: "Zhang Yang! I have heard of your name, welcome you to our house as a guest!"

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand in fear and gripped with Mr. Xue. Old Xue's palm was covered with calluses, which were extremely rough. He held Zhang Yang's hand tightly and shook it vigorously. Then he patted Zhang Yang's hand with the other hand and said, "Young man, you are very strong!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It must be not as good as Mr. Xue when he was young."

Mr. Xue nodded and said, "When I was young, I was invincible in the army's wrestling arm, so strong that I could fall a cow!" He compared Zhang Yang's height and said, "It's half a head taller than you now, but now I'm old and my height has shrunk."

Zhang Yang laughed.

Xue Weitong said: "Grandpa, Zhang Yang is here to deliver you wine this time!"

Mr. Xue looked at the two jars of wine not far away and smiled and said, "Young man, you will ask for something for me. You have to send me wine from afar. Isn't there something to ask for?"

Zhang Daguan Ren sighed inwardly that the political veteran is a political veteran. He could tell at a glance that he had a purpose. In front of a political expert like Mr. Xue, he could only make a laugh at what he was doing, so it would be better to go straight.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Old Xue, I really have something to ask for when I come here this time, but I don't want to say it yet."

Old Xue smiled and said, "Stop it!"

Xue Weitong helped Zhang Yang and said, "Grandpa, how about Zhang Yang want you to taste this wine?"

Mr. Xue said: "I really think of me as a wine cat. I just woke up and was about to go out for a walk. I asked me to drink. Who usually advised me to drink less and take care of myself?"

Xue Weitong smiled and said, "Grandpa, didn't you say that you are the top wine tasting master in China? How about you try this wine? Test your wine tasting level."

Mr. Xue was extremely fond of this granddaughter. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, then try it!"

Zhang Yang also brought a bottle of half a pound of Damingchun with him. He opened the cap and poured about two taels of wine into the glass that Xue Weitong received.

Mr. Xue took the glass handed over by his granddaughter, smelled the aroma of the wine, then shook the wine in the glass, looked at the color of the wine, finally put the wine glass close to his lips and took a sip, and then savored it for a while, and then said: "This wine is good, with a strong cellar aroma, a plump taste, and a sweet, clean and mellow mouth. Strange, I have never drunk it in the past, and it seems that there is no such type among famous domestic wines?" He waved to Zhang Yang and signaled Zhang Yang to show him the bottle.

There is no trademark on the wine bottle at all. Xue Laodan naturally couldn't see any origin from the bottle. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiao Zhang, you're taking the exam."

Zhang Yang said: "No, this wine has not been officially launched yet."

Mr. Xue said: "This wine was produced for a short time, but the cellar should have a history. Such good quality should be quite famous in China!"

Princess Xue Weitong laughed: "Grandpa, since you all agreed, this wine looks really good."

Zhang Yang then told the origin of the wine: "Old Xue, this wine is the latest series of wines developed by Jiangcheng winery. It was produced from a cellar in the Ming Dynasty. It has a unique formula. It is also a recipe developed from several jars of wines passed down from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. It is processed and prepared by modern technology."

Mr. Xue nodded and said, "Xiao Zhang, you brought me two jars of wine from Jiangcheng. You are so mean. You shouldn't have anything else to come to me, right?"

Zhang Yang smiled embarrassedly and said, "Old Xue, I want to ask you to help me write inscriptions for this series of wines."

Old Xue laughed and said, "I've gone through a big turn and it turns out that I want me to help advertise!"

Zhang Yang hurriedly explained: "It's not an advertisement, but a request to write the three words "Da Mingchun". You have a profound research on wine culture and a respected revolutionary predecessor. That's why I thought of asking you to write these three words. Mr. Xue, don't misunderstand it. It's not for advertising. In fact, wine culture is also a part of our Chinese culture and one of the treasures of our Chinese civilization."

Mr. Xue said: "You are very eloquent. It would be fine to write these three words for you, but drinking is harmful to health. If I write these three words, it is equivalent to encouraging drinking. This seems not good, and I don't want to intervene in business activities. I hope you can understand."

Zhang Yang wanted to continue persuading, but saw Xue Weitong wink at him. Xue Weitong knew his grandfather's temper very well, and once what he decided would never change his original intention.

Zhang Yang could only give up the idea of ​​continuing to persuade, but he was a little unwilling to give up like this, and said with a sudden idea: "Old Xue, why don't you help write that excessive drinking is harmful to health!"

Mr. Xue couldn't help laughing. This kid was really quick to think about it.

Xue Weitong shook his grandfather's arm and said, "Grandpa, just write him a few words."

Old Xue finally nodded. When Xue Weitong saw that he agreed, he quickly took out a pen, ink, paper and ink.

After Mr. Xue dipped it in ink, he wrote down a line of excessive drinking that is harmful to health, and then signed his name. After writing it, he looked at the words and found it funny. However, Mr. Zhang put away the words as if he had a treasure. This guy thought about it and turned around and combined these words and printed healthy drinking on the outer packaging of the wine. Mr. Xue advocated healthy drinking, which is such a good publicity advertisement.

Xue Weitong said: "Grandpa, you said it nicely, you can't even do it yourself."

Zhang Yang said: "In fact, everyone has different adaptability to alcohol, both high and low. There is no need to demand that everyone quit drinking."

Mr. Xue said: "This is a good thing. Doctors say that drinking alcohol in moderation is good for the body. I have been drinking alcohol all my life, but my health is still healthy?"

Xue Weitong said: "Drinking alcohol damages the liver, you don't understand such a simple truth!"

While they were talking, they heard a sudden scream from outside: "Come on, come!"

Several people were stunned. Xue Weitong rushed out first, and Zhang Yang ran out immediately. In fact, his startup speed was much faster than Xue Weitong, but this was in the Xue family after all, so he couldn't perform at the forefront everywhere.

When I came outside, I saw Xue Yinghong lying on the steps, covering her stomach and screaming with a pale face.

Xue Weitong quickly ran to her side and said with concern: "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

Xue Yinghong covered her stomach, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and tears were almost flowing out: "I... I accidentally tripped... My stomach hurts so much... It hurts... It hurts... It hurts, I... It seems to be bleeding..." Xue Yinghong finally got pregnant for so many years after marriage, and she attaches great importance to this upcoming little life. What she is worried about is not her safety, but the fetus in her abdomen is most concerned about. Now she feels unbearable abdominal pain and the fetus in her abdomen moves violently. Xue Yinghong is so scared that she is at a loss and said in a trembling voice: "Save him... Save him..."

After all, Xue Weitong is an unmarried girl, and she doesn’t know what to do when encountering such a scene.

Mr. Xue then rushed out and he shouted: "Hurry, drive to the hospital!"

Zhang Yang said: "It's probably too late to be sent to the hospital now!" He strode to Xue Yinghong's side, stretched out his fingers and tapped several acupoints on her body one after another, then held Xue Yinghong's pulse door with one hand and placed the other hand on Xue Yinghong's abdomen. Looking at Xue Yinghong's eyes, he smiled and said: "Aunt, do you believe me?"

Xue Yinghong felt that the pain in her body suddenly eased a lot. She looked at Zhang Yang and found the trust she could rely on in his warm eyes. She nodded with red eyes and begged, "Zhang Yang, you must help me."

Zhang Yang said: "Don't worry, I'm here and I will guarantee that you, mother and son are fine."

Mr. Xue looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise. He really couldn't figure out what kind of ability this young man had that would make his daughter trust him so much.

Zhang Yang carefully picked up Xue Yinghong and sent Xue Yinghong back to her own room under the guidance of Xue Weitong. A pool of bright red blood was left on the ground where Xue Yinghong had just lying.

When Mr. Xue saw the bloodstains, he couldn't help but be worried. He said to the guard: "Call Dr. Hu now!"

Zhang Yang massaged Xue Yinghong's acupoints and used internal force to help her calm her fetal breathing. After Xue Yinghong's condition was stable, he quietly left Xue Yinghong's room and came to the living room. Old Xue and his family were waiting nervously there.

Although Xue Weitong knew that Zhang Yang knew some medical skills, she didn't know that he was so powerful. She followed Zhang Yang to the living room. She said with concern: "Three brother, how about my aunt?"

Xue Weitong’s question is exactly what the whole family wants to ask.
Chapter completed!