pdf-ebookys Chapter 500 Su Zhe sets a trap to get the Eight Immortals drunk, Dong Jun becomes suspicious while t
Chapter 500 Su Zhe sets a trap to get the Eight Immortals drunk, Dong Jun becomes suspicious while t
Baili Dongjun nodded, took another sip, and suddenly said, "Old man, this wine... seems to be a little lacking."
Su Zhe's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned ignorance: "What does the city lord mean..."
"The essence of Wuliangye lies in the balanced and harmonious blend of the aromas of the five grains." Baili Dongjun put down his wine bowl, his gaze sweeping over the other jars of wine.
"Old man, the aroma of this sorghum liquor is too strong, overpowering the other four grains. If it could be aged for another three to five years to allow the aromas to fully blend, it could reach a higher level!"
Su Zhe sighed inwardly. This Baili Dongjun was indeed worthy of his reputation. He could tell the age of the wine from just one sip.
He quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "The city lord is indeed an expert! This old man is impressed!"
Baili Dongjun smiled, his gaze falling on the unopened jar of "treasure of the shop": "That jar of wine... seems different from the others?"
Su Zhe's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "The city lord has a good eye! This jar of wine... is my most treasured possession, and I never intended to sell it."
But having met the city lord today and knowing that you are a true connoisseur of wine, I have dared to bring it along.
"Oh?" Baili Dongjun became interested. "May I take a look?"
“Of course!” Su Zhe carefully picked up the jar of wine and broke the mud seal.
This time, the aroma of the wine wafted out very slowly, yet it lingered on and on.
At first glance, it seems faint, but upon closer inspection, it is like a clear mountain spring, a secluded orchid in the forest, or a plum blossom under the moon... layer upon layer, ever-changing.
Baili Dongjun's eyes lit up. He took the wine jar, took a deep sip, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face.
"This aroma... is so peculiar!" he murmured. "It seems to be eight different aromas intertwined, yet blending seamlessly together. What's the name of this wine?"
That's exactly what Su Zhe was waiting for.
He slowly said, "This wine is called 'Drunken Eight Immortals.' It was brewed by my grandfather by chance using an ancient recipe. He painstakingly worked on it for many years and only managed to produce three jars. This jar... has been stored for a full twenty years."
“The Eight Immortals of Drunkenness… The Eight Immortals of Drunkenness…” Baili Dongjun repeated the name, feeling as if he had heard it somewhere before, but at the moment he was completely immersed in the aroma of the wine and did not think about it too much.
Su Zhe saw the light in Baili Dongjun's eyes grow brighter and brighter, and finally he exclaimed, "What a great name! What great wine!"
Baili Dongjun couldn't wait to pour a bowl, first observing its color—the wine was as clear as amber, flowing in the bowl with a warm luster.
Then smell the fragrance—close your eyes and take a deep breath. Eight different fragrances emerge one after another, as if eight immortals are coming down from the clouds, each displaying their unique abilities.
Finally, upon tasting—the wine is initially crisp and refreshing, then transforms into a warm and gentle flow. Eight flavors unfold on the tongue in succession, finally merging into one, leaving a long and lingering aftertaste.
After drinking the entire bowl, Baili Dongjun remained silent for a long time.
Su Zhe and the other two held their breath, waiting for his evaluation.
After a long while, Baili Dongjun slowly opened his eyes and sighed, "This wine should only exist in heaven, how often can one taste it in the mortal world... Old man, name your price for this Drunken Eight Immortals wine, I'll buy it all!"
Su Zhe was overjoyed, but pretended to hesitate: "City Lord, this wine... I didn't originally intend to sell it."
But since the city lord likes it so much, this old man is willing to sell it to the city lord for five hundred taels per jar.
"Five hundred taels?" Baili Dongjun raised an eyebrow. "Too cheap. The value of this wine is far more than that."
He paused for a moment, then said, "How about this, I'll keep this jar of wine and give you a thousand taels. Also, if you have any other stock, I'll take it all, at the same price."
Su Zhe waved his hands repeatedly: "City Lord, to be honest, this old man, the Drunken Eight Immortals, only has three jars in his hands."
One jar has been opened, leaving two... This old man wants to keep them as family heirlooms, so I really can't sell them.
"Two jars?" Baili Dongjun pondered for a moment. "Very well, a gentleman does not take what others cherish. I will take that one jar, as for the other two... would you be willing to part with one jar? I am willing to buy it for two thousand taels."
Su Zhe feigned a struggle, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since the city lord is so kind, this old man... will sell!"
Baili Dongjun was overjoyed and immediately ordered someone to bring him the silver notes.
The transaction was completed, and Su Zhe and his two companions took their leave.
Stepping out of the city lord's mansion, Su Changhe couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Uncle Zhe, it's a success! Two thousand taels of silver, plus the opportunity to get close to the city lord... this deal is worthwhile!"
Su Muyu frowned: "Baili Dongjun is so straightforward, could there be a trap?"
"Don't worry." Su Zhe stroked his beard and smiled. "His obsession with wine is real. He can't resist the temptation of this Drunken Eight Immortals wine. Next... we'll just have to wait for him to use this wine to entertain his guests."
He looked towards the city lord's mansion, a cold glint in his eyes: "Hu Bufei... your death is not far off."
Meanwhile, in the flower hall of the city lord's mansion.
Baili Dongjun sat alone by the tea table, gazing at the jar of Drunken Eight Immortals tea with a deep look in his eyes.
He picked up the wine jar, poured another bowl, but didn't drink it; he just held it to his nose and sniffed it.
After a long silence, he suddenly spoke up: "Changfeng, what do you think?"
Sikong Changfeng walked out slowly from behind the screen, his face solemn.
He walked to the tea table, picked up the bowl of wine, smelled it carefully, dipped his finger in it, and tasted it on the tip of his tongue.
"The wine is excellent, truly a masterpiece," Sikong Changfeng said slowly, "but..."
"But what?"
“But the brewing method of this wine doesn’t seem to be the Yibin style.” Sikong Changfeng frowned. “Yibin winemaking mostly uses old cellars and emphasizes a mellow and lingering flavor.”
But this wine... its clarity carries a hint of the uncanny, its mellowness conceals a sharp edge, it's almost like...
"Like what?"
Sikong Changfeng was silent for a moment, then uttered two words: "Wine brewed by martial artists!"
Baili Dongjun's eyes sharpened.
“I also felt something was off,” he said in a low voice. “Those three old men, though they were dressed up perfectly, that young man…”
He paused for a moment: "His eyes are too cold, and his hands are too steady. He doesn't seem like a businessman at all."
And that eldest son, seemingly lively, would subconsciously glance at the old man before each sentence… They were acting.”
"Then why did you still buy this wine?" Sikong Changfeng asked.
"Let's play along." Baili Dongjun sneered. "They want to get close to us with alcohol, so we'll give them the chance."
I want to see what kind of demons and monsters are hidden behind this jar of Drunken Eight Immortals wine.
He looked at Sikong Changfeng: "Strengthen security on Hu Bufei's side. Also... send someone to keep a close eye on Old Man Sang and his two companions. I need to know their every move."
“Understood.” Sikong Changfeng nodded, then frowned. “But if they really came for Hu Bufei… why not just attack directly instead of going through all this trouble?”
Baili Dongjun picked up his wine bowl, looked at the clear wine, and slowly said, "Because Hu Bufei has two seniors, Luo Fengzhong and Luo Nianse, by his side."
They weren't confident they could force their way in. So... they needed an opportunity, a chance to make us lower our guard.
He paused, a cold smile appearing on his lips: "And this jar of Drunken Eight Immortals is the bait they use to create opportunities."
"Then let's..."
“Since they want to fish, we’ll play along.” Baili Dongjun downed his wine in one gulp, his eyes flashing coldly. “Let’s see who catches whom in the end.”
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