"This is what you said. I will move the bed and quilt in when I look back." Li Xiangqian asked with a smile.

"No problem. As long as you don't smoke inside and don't bring women in and mess around, you can stay as long as you stay." Zhang Junping smiled.

Next, everyone no longer appreciates calligraphy and paintings, but focuses on counting, open the scroll and look at the content, and then put it in place.

Even so, it took more than an hour to count until Guan Jiaming came over to call them.

"Master Zhang, it's already noon. I saw that you were fascinated by watching it inside, so I ordered a table of dishes from outside and looked at it after eating."

"Oh, look at this incident, I'm sorry for you! We are just paying attention to the art works of older artists, delaying the business and making you spend money!" Zhang Junping quickly apologized to Guan Jiaming with fists.

"Master Xiao Zhang is polite. It is also my honor to know Master Xiao Zhang. I just ordered a few dishes. Master Xiao Zhang must not dislike him." Guan Jiaming politely gave Zhang Junping and his group to the living room.

Good guy, how could these be simple?

Six cold dishes, twelve hot dishes, six meat and six vegetables, and eight bottles of Feitian Moutai.

Sure enough, the Manchu nobles always paid attention to the show, and even if they were put into later generations, they would be quite particular.

After the guest and host took the seat, Zhang Junping took the lead and said, "Brother Guan, let's talk first. It's not that I don't give you face. I really can't drink. I'm allergic to drinking. They all know that I will toast Brother Guan in a while."

"Yes, yes! Brother Guan, our classmates have been in more than a year. He never drinks, and he always watches us drink." Dai Changyuan also explained.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just have a good time drinking. Just a few simple dishes. Please forgive me." Guan Jiaming was polite, while opening Feitian Moutai to pour wine for Dai Changyuan and others.

Guan Jiaming fully demonstrated the characteristics of Beijingers, and with his family background, he could basically take over any topic and say a little bit. He talked with Zhang Junping, Dai Changyuan and others in a very speculative manner.

Before he knew it, eight bottles of Feitian Moutai were drunk and felt unsatisfied. Guan Jiaming found four bottles of Sunflower Moutai.

The Feitian Moutai I just drank was a wine from 1981, and the Sunflower Moutai I took out now is a wine from 1968.

Zhang Junping was shocked by watching it. Today's meal costs more than 100 yuan.

The key is that if you have money, you can’t buy it, you have to have a wine ticket.

"Brother, I'll ask you to be a big shot and call you brother. You are a person who is not willing to take advantage of it. You have to raise 50,000 yuan for me. Brother will win you this love!

However, my brother also gave you something, and you are not allowed to refuse. If you refuse, you will look down on me, then... I will not sell this house to you!" Guan Jiaming drank about one and a half pounds, and his tongue was straightened, and he put his arms around Zhang Junping's shoulder and said.

"Okay, I will never refuse the things given by Brother Guan." Zhang Junping nodded with a smile.

"Here, just this, brother, you are from Yangmei. Brother, you have nothing else to give to you. I'll give you a picture of Xu Beihong's galloping horse!

I wish you a bright future and success!” Guan Jiaming stood up staggeringly, picked up a long box box from the living room table and handed it to Zhang Junping. Because he was unable to stand steadily, he almost put the box box into the vegetable bowl.
Chapter completed!