My 1979

She thought it was not unusual to buy some red wine from one of the country's top wineries as long as she had money.

"I don't dare to take advice." Guo Dongyun changed the topic and looked at Zhao Yazhi with a smile, "And this wine cellar is now completely owned by Mr. Li. If Miss Zhao really wants to drink good wine, Mr. Li can help you."

Zhao Yazhi looked at Li He, who was always calm next to him, with a complicated expression.

“I hope I will be lucky enough to visit Mr. Li’s wine cellar in the future.”

Li He smiled and said, "Of course, if Miss Zhao is interested in this kind of wine, she can take away a few bottles."

He rarely drinks red wine at all, so he doesn't feel bad about giving it away. If it's old white wine from his cellar, it won't work. Even if he drinks a few more sips, he'll feel bad about it.

Limited by the technology of liquor cellaring, aged liquor is very rare. Baijiu that is over 150 years old is simply a rare treasure. The "Tongshengjin" pot can be listed as a national key cultural relic, and its inventory is much smaller than that of red wine. So sometimes, some good things cannot be bought with money, especially the things he likes.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, I'll toast you again." As for Guo Dongyun next to him, Zhao Yazhi simply turned a blind eye.

Guo Dongyun smiled casually and just said to Li He, "Mr. Bao is discussing shipping with Temu'er. Do you want to come over?"

Li He smiled and shook his head, "Where's Jiang Jianjian? Let him translate."

He didn't understand the shipping business, so it would be better to leave it to Temur, and in fact, Temur was quite talented.

After Guo Dongyun glanced at Zhao Yazhi meaningfully, he turned around and left.

The wine bottle in Li He's hand was empty, so he stopped the clerk in the aisle and asked for a dozen beers.

"Mr. Li has a good drinking capacity."

"Hereditary." Li He was telling the truth. Since Li Zhaokun had a good drinking capacity, their brothers and sisters also had good drinking capacity. Even the youngest Lao Wu dared to shout that he was right when he was arrogant.

"Mr. Li, you are a special person." Zhao Yazhi pursed his lips and smiled, "I still can't guess what kind of person you are."

Li He took a sip of wine and said nonchalantly, "Common people."

"In my opinion, Mr. Li is diligent and frugal and does not seek luxury." Zhao Yazhi praised him promptly.

"Luxury?" Li He smiled and shook his head. They had never seen how extravagant real rich people are. Extravagance in the eyes of ordinary people is just the normal living conditions of rich people. "I am quite extravagant. I drink soy milk and eat fried dough sticks. I want to Dip white sugar in white sugar, or brown sugar in brown sugar. Buy two bowls of soy milk, drink one bowl, and pour another bowl. Eat steamed buns with white porridge, dip them in vinegar if you want, or dip them in soy sauce if you want. Buy two steamed buns, eat one, and throw it away. one."

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Li, you are so funny."

She was naturally charming, and her eyes would discharge at any time, causing Li He's whole body to feel hot and out of his mind.

Her smile is enough to conquer everyone.

When Li He watches TV, there will always be a good-looking vixen, which makes him particularly hate those good-looking people. Unexpectedly, when he grows up, he will become what he once hated.

He didn't dare to look anymore.

The so-called middle-aged people, in a mythical sense, can see through the time before retirement at a glance. They follow the routine step by step, drifting in and out of the world, and remain calm. In reality, even if they want to eat something sweet, they have to check their blood sugar first. .

So he just said a few words casually and then went to the banquet hall.