One is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell, and the business is soon finalized.

After signing the agreement, Yang Jing immediately transferred the money to Chengzi's card. After Chengzi's mobile phone received the information of the transfer successfully, he rode a motorcycle to the town to find a truck for Yang Jing.

Yang Jing’s card is a VIP gold card with great authority. Even if you make a large amount of money transfer at night, it will be quickly received.

Privileges are everywhere, but the size of privileges is determined by the amount of your assets!

By the time Chengzi came back, it was almost eleven o'clock, but Yang Jing gave a very high freight fee, so the driver of the truck was naturally confused and could not say anything.

The people who came here with the cargo truck were also several loaders from Niuer Winery, all from the town and were very familiar with Chengzi.

These loaders unloaded many small cartons from the van, as well as a lot of plastic foam fillings, and then took these things into the wine cellar.

Yang Jing was also very satisfied with such thoughtful arrangements. These jars of wine are only 200,000 yuan, and transportation is also a big problem. Now that with professionals from the winery to help, there is naturally no need to worry about the transportation of these old wines.

Cheng Zi seemed very excited and pulled Bi's father and mother to whisper something. Then Bi's father and mother also showed a satisfied smile on her face.

Needless to say, when Chengzi went to the town to find a car and someone, he must have checked the deposit balance in the card from the ATM machine. He stayed in his card for a full 40 million yuan. It would be strange if this kid was not excited.

This is 40 million in cash. Even if it is placed in Yanjing City, it is definitely not a small number. Chengzi and his family are both rural people. Now that they suddenly have this 40 million in cash, it will be enough for their family to spend the rest of their lives comfortably.

Yang Jing also went to the wine cellar. He first picked out eleven jars of wine from the 58 jars of old wine brewed in 1955 and put them aside. Then he directed the professional loaders to put all the remaining uncles into the box. Yang Jing made a mark on each box with a marker, and then stuffed it with plastic foam filling, and then began to transport boxes one by one outward.

I was busy until almost midnight, and the 200 jars of old wine were completely moved.

Originally, Yang Jing wanted to stay in Yanjing for a few more days, but because these precious old wines came out, he had to return to Tianqu overnight.

Now Yang Jing has not taken over the Evil Dragon Fund, so these old wines have no place to be stored in Yanjing, so he can only bring these old wines back to Tianqu. The most important thing is that Yang Jing really wants to see how his father looks when he sees these old wines. I believe his father will definitely be very happy.

When he left, Yang Jing asked Wang Jiazan to take away five jars of old wine, but Wang Jiazan disagreed no matter what he said.

Just kidding, five jars of wine are just one million, so why would Wang Jiazan take it?

In the end, Wang Jiazan still took two jars of old wine back.

Wang Jiazan drove Yang Jing's car back, and Yang Jing and the driver got on the highway. Along the way, the two of them drove steadily. Only when it was dawn did they get off the expressway from Tianqu.

It is said that it is best to continue to store these old wines in the cellar, and they cannot be stored in other wine cellars, but a new cellar must be dug to store. However, this matter is urgent, and there is not such a suitable cellar for the time being to store these old wines. So Yang Jing thought about it and simply put it in the warehouse of the car shop.

The security conditions of the car dealer are pretty good, and the surveillance and other things are complete. There are also hired security brigades on night shifts, so it’s better to put the wine there temporarily and then slowly find a suitable cellar to store.

Dad Yang drove to the car dealer with obvious aura. It was only after four o'clock, and his son started to tossing him. It would be strange if Dad Yang was happy.

However, when Dad Yang saw the old wines he had moved out of the car, his eyes almost glared out.

"Son, where did you get these wines?" Yang asked in shock. There was no mark on these wine jars, but anyone could see that these wine jars were definitely old items.

"Dad, let's move these wines in first and I'll tell you slowly, okay? Anyway, these wines will be yours in the future. If you want to drink them, open them to a jar to try them to ensure that you can drink them comfortably."

When he heard this, Dad Yang's anger disappeared immediately. His son was a little drunkard, so he was naturally an old drunkard. For an old drunkard like Dad Yang, a jar of old wine is definitely better than anything else.

The two men, along with the driver and the night shift security guard who was called, worked hard for more than ten minutes, and the 200 small boxes were moved into the warehouse of the car shop. This room was originally intended to be used to store electric car accessories, but it was empty and it was not used. There were only some debris inside, but this time it was used.

After paying the driver to send the driver away, the two of them walked into the car shop. Yang's father lowered the electric roller shutter door of the car shop and asked the security guard to go back to sleep. Then he followed his son to the small warehouse where these old wines were served, and then asked with a smile: "Son, can you tell me about these old wines this time?"

After struggling all night, Yang Jing felt a little tired, and sat on a chair and said, "Dad, I bought these old wines from a village in Yanjing last night. There were 200,000 yuan in a jar of wine, which was a total of 200 jars, and a total of 40 million yuan."

As soon as the number was said, Yang Dad was startled, "Damn it! What are you doing? Why are you spending so much money to buy these wines? Is it still a big deal?"

"Dad, look at what you said. You can buy these 200 jars of old wine for only 40 million yuan. We will definitely make a fortune. Let me tell you, these old wines are dug out of a cellar, and the shortest ones have been stored for 63 years, brewed in 1955! And the oldest three jars of wine..." Yang Jing searched in these cardboard boxes and found three boxes marked with the capital letter "T.E" and continued: "These three jars of wine were brewed in 1938, and it has been eighty years since then!"

When he heard this, Yang's father couldn't help but take a breath, "Damn, these wines are all so old wines? If you want to say that, 200,000 yuan per jar is really not expensive!"

Yang Jing smiled and said, "Dad, guess what wine are these wines?"

"Well, you guy just said you bought it from a village in Yanjing. Could it be that these wines are Erguotou?"

"Haha, I know you can guess it. That's right, these wines are all serious Erguotou wine. The people who brewed these wines used to be wine brewing masters in Fushuncheng, but later came out to do it alone..."

Yang Jing told his father about the origin of these wines, and now even Yang's father was a little excited.

"Oh, son, if these wines are sold, how much will it cost!"

Yang Jing said with a giggle and laughter: "Dad, I worked hard all night and paid 40 million in cash. Is this wine not for sale for the sake of selling it? I just think that these wines are too rare, and missing them is a sin, so I bought them and transported them back. If we don't sell this wine, we can keep it for ourselves."

Dad Yang asked for the same thing as a rattle, "No, this is too luxurious! You have never drunk such expensive wine since you were a child! If you drink a small sip of this wine, it will be gone for several thousand yuan? No, if we don't drink this wine, we'd better find a chance to sell it."

Yang Jing was about to say something when Yang Dad’s phone rang. When he answered the phone, Yang Jing clearly heard his mother’s voice coming from inside: “What are you guys and sons doing in it? Open the door for me quickly.”

Okay! I’m here, this matter cannot be neglected.

Yang Jing quickly trotted out, opened the electric roller shutter door from inside, and saw his mother standing at the door.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"Can I not come? What are you doing so mysteriously?"

"Well! What a mysterious secret. Mom, I collected a batch of old wine from a village in Yanjing last night and pulled it back overnight. The wine was left without a place and I didn't have the key to the car, so I'd just tossed my father."

"Old wine?" Yang Ma asked in confusion.

Yang's father who followed him out said with a wry smile: "Li Ping, your son has made a big battle this time and spent 40 million to buy 200 jars of old wine. This wine is very good, and the value is definitely higher than 40 million. I said that if you sell these wines, your son disagrees and insists on keeping them for himself! I am the one who is like me, I am reluctant to drink it. A jar of wine costs 200,000 yuan, and it will cost several thousand yuan in one sip. I can buy two bottles of Feitian!"

"Forty million? I bought two hundred jars of old wine? I still kept it for myself?" Yang Ma was also a little confused.

In desperation, Yang Jing had no choice but to tell my mother the origin of these old wines again, but after listening to them, my mother's eyes lit up.

"Son, do you say that these old wines have been buried underground for more than 60 years? The longest one has been around for eighty years?"

"Well, that's true. If this kind of wine is on sale, it can easily cost over one million yuan. So my dad wants to sell these wines. But now our family doesn't point to these wines to make money. If these wines are really sold, then we will never find such good old wines again. Anyway, I don't want to sell them, so I want to keep them for myself. My dad drinks, you can drink them too, and my grandparents can drink some, so how much is our family keeping them for themselves!"

Yang's mother tugs Yang's father at a fierce look and said, "Well, I understand this. Lao Yang, let me tell you, these wines are made by my son. If your son makes a decision, you can't get involved! If your son says he can keep it, he will keep it. If your son wants to sell it, we won't block it. Now our family needs to pay attention to democracy. I and my son are on the same line, and it's useless for you to oppose it!"

Yang Jing was overjoyed, long live my mom! He hugged my mom and squirted.

Dad Yang shook his head helplessly, threw a sentence and walked inside: "Little bastard, bring a jar of your father at noon!"
Chapter completed!