Chapter 119 Sun Shangxiang apologized after learning that it was Jingai Maotai
Even though Hong Yu was very angry, he never spoke.
Here, he is the junior after all.
There are some things that you should not say, otherwise it will appear that you do not understand etiquette.
After all, my uncle is already upholding justice.
"Dad, what happened?"
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked out of the study.
He is the son of Song Wenbing, who is also the husband of Sun Shangxiang, Song Yifei. He works in the County Education Bureau and is the deputy director.
In Jiangling County, he is considered a successful person.
He was on the phone in the study just now, reminding the relatives and friends who had notified him before not to forget that today is the old man's birthday and to come over in time.
Unexpectedly, I suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the living room and the old man's scolding, so I came out to see what was going on.
"Humph, you'd better ask your good wife."
Song Wenbing snorted coldly and glanced at Sun Shangxiang beside him.
"Shang Xiang, what is going on? Today is my father's seventieth birthday, so don't make him unhappy."
Song Yifei asked his wife.
Sun Shangxiang said nonchalantly: "What big deal could it be? It's just that your poor relatives sent you a few bottles of low-quality wine, and I accidentally broke them. It made your dad angry. I usually buy less for him."
Let’s drink.”
Song Wenbing glanced at Hong Changshou, without saying hello to his cousin, and said, "Dad, Shang Xiang said it was accidental, so don't be angry."
Song Wenbing was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Did he do that accidentally? I think he did it on purpose. And what's wrong with the inferior wine? Inferior wine, that's also the wish of Changshou and the others."
Sun Shangxiang curled his lips and said: "It's broken anyway, you can say whatever you want."
Song Wenbing was extremely angry, "I'm really angry. I want you to apologize to Changshou immediately."
Sun Shangxiang raised his neck and looked at the ceiling, showing no intention of apologizing.
Seeing that the quarrel became more and more intense, Hong Changshou stood up quickly to smooth things over.
Hong Changshou said: "Uncle, don't be angry. It was indeed my cousin who accidentally broke it. Don't blame her."
Hong Xiulian then said: "Yes, brother-in-law, you will be safe and sound every year, but you must not get angry because of a few bottles of wine."
Song Wenbing didn't want to get angry in front of the guests, so he suppressed his temper and ordered his son Song Yifei: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you clean the living room quickly?"
"Okay, Dad."
Song Yifei nodded, walked to the corner of the living room with a broom, and swept away the broken wine bottles.
"This is Moutai! I wonder why the aroma of the wine is so strong."
Just when Song Wenbing invited Hong Changshou and the others to sit on the sofa again, Song Yifei suddenly screamed.
Moutai? Song Wenbing and Sun Shangxiang both looked startled.
Obviously, no one expected Hong Changshou to give Maotai liquor.
They knew something about Hong Changshou's family situation, and they lived a very poor life.
"Impossible? Can they afford Moutai?"
Sun Shangxiang glanced at Hong Changshou with a look of disbelief.
But his body couldn't help but walked towards the broken wine bottle, wanting to see what happened.
"The sauce aroma is so strong, it must be Moutai, it can't be a fake."
Song Yifei insisted.
He is a leading cadre in Jiangling County.
Usually when someone asks him to do something or treat you to a meal, Moutai is indispensable.
He drank a lot, so he was very familiar with the aroma of the wine.
Sun Shangxiang glanced at the words on the broken wine bottle. It was indeed Maotai liquor. And when she heard her husband's affirmative answer, she had no doubt in her heart.
She curled her lips and said sharply: "So what if it's Moutai? Moutai is also cheap. It's not like there aren't one or two hundred bottles of Moutai. How much more expensive can they buy? Two bottles add up.
, it probably won’t cost more than five hundred yuan.”
After hearing this, Hong Yu felt really angry and funny.
The gold-covered Maotai worth hundreds of thousands, or even millions, was actually said by this woman to be worth only one or two hundred yuan.
Really ignorant.
"No, this Moutai is a bit different."
Song Yifei seemed to have discovered something, so he picked up the broken wine bottle from the ground and looked at it.
On one of the broken bottles, I saw a golden bottle cap. My eyes widened, and I screamed with an incredible expression.
"My dear, can this be Jingai Moutai?"
Song Yifei felt that his hand holding the broken wine bottle was shaking.
"Golden Gai Maotai, what Jin Gai Maotai?"
Sun Shangxiang frowned, feeling that her husband was making too much of a fuss, right?
Isn't it just a bottle of wine?
As for being so excited?
Song Wenbing also looked at his son with some confusion.
Even Hong Changshou and Hong Xiulian were stunned for a moment.
Of course they knew that the broken wine was Moutai, and it was quite expensive. After all, it was given by Mr. Xu.
As the richest man in the county, can I deliver errands?
When they saw two bottles of wine being broken, both of them felt distressed, but they did not tell the value of the wine on the spot. They felt that today was a happy day and there was no need to make the matter a big deal.
However, even if they fight to death, they will not believe that a bottle of wine may be worth millions, and there is no market for it.
Hong Yu looked at his uncle and murmured: "I didn't realize that this person is still an expert. He actually knows Jin Gai Moutai. He is worthy of being the leader of a public institution."
Song Yifei explained: "Golden Gai Moutai is a batch of commemorative wine specially produced by Moutai Distillery in the 1990s. Only 10,000 bottles were produced in total."
"Thirty years have passed, and now there are no more than a thousand bottles in existence, and the value is at least more than three hundred thousand. And if you really like to collect them, the price will at least double."
"The most important thing is that this thing is absolutely priceless, and even the bottle cap is made of gold."
Saying that, Song Yifei excitedly picked up the broken wine bottle in his hand, "Did you see the golden lid on it? This is real gold. The lid alone is said to be worth fifty or sixty thousand yuan."
After Song Yifei's explanation, everyone in the living room was stunned.
Hong Changshou was also confused.
The Moutai I gave you turned out to be Golden Cap Moutai worth hundreds of thousands. Is it real or fake?
At this moment, he suddenly remembered his son's reaction when he saw these two bottles of Moutai in his hand at home early this morning. It seemed that his son had already known that these were expensive Golden Cap Moutai.
Hong Changshou couldn't help but look towards his son.
Hong Yu noticed his father's gaze and nodded, indicating that Song Yifei was right.
Hong Changshou's face suddenly showed a look of pity.
It was not a pity for him to give away such a good wine, after all, the person giving it was his own uncle.
It was just a pity for him that such a good wine was shattered like this.
At the same time, Song Wenbing came to his senses and immediately asked: "Yifei, is the Jingai Moutai you mentioned really so valuable?"
Song Yifei nodded: "Dad, it's absolutely true, because I was lucky enough to have a meal with a Moutai dealer the year before last. There were many city leaders at that time. The dealer took out a bottle of Moutai with a golden cap.
The appearance of the shattered bottle in my hand is almost exactly the same. The dealer said personally that this golden cap Moutai is worth at least 300,000 yuan, and some people even sold it for one million yuan."
"hiss!"
The old man took a breath. This was the first time he had heard of such expensive wine.
At this moment, Sun Shangxiang's face also turned into the shape of a bitter melon.
He actually broke Moutai worth hundreds of thousands with his own hands, and he broke two bottles.
If this were converted into money, it would be enough for my son to pay a down payment in a big city.
"No, that's definitely not true."
Sun Shangxiang shook his head, unwilling to believe this fact at all.
She asked her husband Song Yifei: "Yifei, are you reading that right? Are you sure the broken bottle in your hand is the bottle of Moutai with a golden cap?"
Song Yifei said: "There is a 60% possibility, but since this wine was given by Changshou's cousin, he should know best."
Sun Shangxiang couldn't wait to ask: "Changshou, tell me the truth, is the wine I'm giving you Jin Gai Moutai?"
Song Wenbing's eyes also turned to Hong Changshou at this moment, "Shou Changshou, what's going on with this wine? Where did you get it?"
Hong Changshou smiled bitterly and said: "Brother, to be honest with you, I don't know if this wine is Jingai Moutai."
When Sun Shangxiang heard this, he burst out laughing, "I knew it was a fake. How could a family like his give such a lavish gift?"
Hong Changshou glanced at his cousin-in-law speechlessly, ignored it, and continued: "However, this wine was given to my family by Mr. Xu, so it shouldn't be fake."
Not a fake? The smile on Sun Shangxiang's face disappeared instantly, and he frowned and asked: "What Mr. Xu? Which Mr. Xu?"
Song Wenbing and Song Yifei, father and son, were very curious about Mr. Xu and asked hurriedly: "Changshou, who is this Mr. Xu?"
Hong Changshou said: "He is the richest man in our county, Mr. Xu Taishan."
"What? Is it Xu Taishan?"
The three members of the Song family screamed almost at the same time.
They have lived in the county for a long time and know much more about Xu Taishan's reputation than Hong Changshou.
That is the real overlord of Jiangling County.
Even though Song Yifei is the deputy director of the Education Bureau, he can be considered a prominent figure in Jiangling County, but he may not even be able to get through the front door of the Xu family. Unless one day he succeeds in reinforcing himself and becomes the top leader, he may be qualified to contact the Xu family.
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It took a long time for the three members of the Song family to react. Song Yifei, among them, said in disbelief: "Cousin Changshou, are you kidding me? Why would Mr. Xu give gifts to your family?"
Hong Changshou smiled proudly: "Mr. Xu has a distinguished status, so of course he will not give gifts to me, a farmer. He actually gave gifts to my Xiaoyu, because my Xiaoyu cured his disease."
Xiaoyu?
Song Yifei immediately looked at Hong Yu who was standing aside, his eyes filled with disbelief. This guy actually cured Mr. Xu's disease?
He had heard a long time ago that Mr. Xu was seriously ill, and he had searched extensively for famous doctors but could not cure him.
Unexpectedly, I was cured by this kid?
Is this guy's medical skills so good?
However, if this is true, it means that the two broken bottles of wine on the ground are indeed Jingai Moutai.
After all, how could the old man of the Xu family send fake wine?
Song Wenbing laughed and praised: "Xiaoyu, I didn't expect that you know medical skills at such a young age, and your medical skills are so good. Mr. Xu's diseases were said to be difficult to cure, but you cured them all."
Hong Yu said with a smile: "My uncle deserves the reward, I just happened to cure him."
Song Wenbing smiled and said: "Whether it's a coincidence or not, it's your ability to cure it. As the saying goes, it doesn't matter whether the cat is white or black, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat."
"It's just a pity that the good wine that Mr. Xu gave to your family was broken into pieces by your aunt. It's really a waste of natural resources."
Song Wenbing glared at Sun Shangxiang with unkind eyes and said sarcastically:
"You still dare to say that the wine sent by Changshou family is inferior wine?"
"Two bottles of Maotai with golden caps, together they are estimated to be worth more than one million, but they were broken in vain just because your eyes are on your buttocks and you look down on others. You are really a prodigal woman."
"If I ask you to pay for these two bottles of wine today, can you afford it?"
Sun Shangxiang's face turned red after being told that, and he lost his sharp-tongued and tough attitude before. He lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.
She was afraid that if the old man really asked her to compensate, she would not be able to afford it.
"Shang Xiang, Shang Xiang, I really don't know what to say to you. Two bottles of Moutai with a golden cap but no market. Just because of your carelessness, one bottle is gone now." Song Yifei also looked reproachful.
If these two bottles of wine were not broken and he took them to give gifts to city leaders, maybe he would be the next head of the county education bureau.
Listening to her husband's reproach, Sun Shangxiang actually felt quite regretful.
If she had known that the gift from Hong Changshou was so valuable, she would not throw it away casually, and she would have to put it away carefully.
However, it's too late to say anything.
"Hurry up and apologize to Changshou. Otherwise, you will pay the money for these two bottles of wine to Changshou."
Song Wenbing ordered.
When he heard that he had to pay for himself, Sun Shangxiang still dared to act rudely. He immediately walked to Hong Changshou and bowed to apologize:
"Cousin Changshou, I'm so sorry. I really didn't know that you sent such an expensive gift, but my cousin didn't pay attention and broke the wine you sent. Don't blame me. I'm sorry.
Cousin-in-law, okay?"
In his heart, Hong Changshou actually disliked this cousin who had always been sarcastic, but today was his uncle's seventieth birthday, so he was too lazy to care about it. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Cousin, it's okay, you are also careless."
Sun Shangxiang smiled happily and said, "I know that my cousin Changshou is a generous person."
Hong Yu looked at the contrast of Sun Shangxiang's attitude toward his father before and after, and suddenly felt that this cousin was really a drama queen.
After Sun Shangxiang apologized, the matter ended there and there was no further quarrel.
After sitting and chatting at Song Wenbing's house for a while, Song Yifei's cell phone rang. It was his son Song Furen calling, saying he was coming to pick them up and take them to the hotel.
Song Yifei looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and the invited guests were probably arriving at the booked hotels soon.
"Dad, Furen is here to pick us up and take us to the hotel. Let's go downstairs and wait."
Song Yifei suggested.
"Okay." Song Wenbing nodded in agreement.
Afterwards, everyone came downstairs, and happened to meet Song Furen who came to pick them up at the elevator door on the first floor.