Chapter 122: Wine table situation

After a short while, Lao Cai walked in, hahad, sat down, and looked at Gao Leng: "Very young, this Xingsheng magazine is really full of talented people, you are a popular reporter, you Lin Look hard, let my old man see you, I won't let it go."
There is something in the words of Lao Cai.
Everyone knows that Fengxing Magazine and Xingsheng Magazine are deadly rivals, and Gao Cooling alone seeks Wang Ren to pull the line. In the middle of this, is he going to change jobs, or buy materials, or buy materials first and see what he sees before rushing?
Lao Cai wanted to find out the bottom line, and he was optimistic about the price.
To put it bluntly, if you just buy materials and don't have the idea of ​​surrendering, then the price is pressured to death. Now that everyone has found him, it shows that Xingsheng Magazine has difficulties in distributing it, so it's better to get some money.
If you want to defect...
Lao Cai smiled. He picked up the wet wipes on the table and wiped his mouth. Afterwards, he probed the high and cold. If he left, the price of the material would be higher. After all, he would be stingy when he came up. Okay, who is going to defect?
"It's just to eat." Gao Leng naturally heard what Lao Cai said, and didn't answer directly, but just replied lightly.
"It's the same wherever you go! As long as you have money to make a profit, just look at it." Wang Ren directly picked it up. This middleman did a good job and did it appropriately.
Lao Cai didn't know the way, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled. Gao Leng, the kid, looks immature and has a mature mentality, Lao Cai thought.
This wine table situation has begun.
"How many do you want to eat?" The waiter asked with a smile: "Mr. Wang, you have red wine and white wine here, depending on what you order?"
Good restaurants bring wine storage business to facilitate hospitality all year round. Some are bought directly from the hotel in boxes and boxes, and some are good wines brought by themselves.
Wang Ren said without hesitation: "Take the red wine I brought from abroad, the one in the barrel."
This is a big deal, expensive wine lining the identity. As soon as Lao Cai understood it a little, it seemed that this Gao Leng was an iron buddy in Wang Ren's eyes, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a handwriting to give him face.
just……
Lao Cai's eyes were overcast, and he laughed and said, "There is nothing else to do today, what red wine to drink, drink white! Girl, come white."
Many people don't understand why Chinese people have to drink when they talk about business, why can't they just taste it like a foreigner, and talk about business in a coffee shop in a gentle manner?
Who said that foreigners don't drink when they talk about business? Do you think the goblet they hold at the party is for a concave shape? It's just that they are not as well-rounded as the Chinese, and their wine culture is not so profound!
Think about it, you can talk about sensitive topics after drinking alcohol. If you have said it, you can use it as an excuse to say that it is drinking. You can pass it with a haha. If you make a mistake, you can fill a glass and push it to the drink again. If you punish yourself for a cup, neither side will lose face.
Talking about wine and talking about wine, what you borrow is wine, and what you explore is the bottom line, you come and I go, the wine is finished, the business is negotiated.
The waiter looked at Wang Ren. Wang Ren smiled. He understands Lao Cai’s thoughts, and he understands Lao Cai’s drinking capacity better, but he doesn’t know how high-cold drinks are. Wang Ren looked at him and Gao Leng naturally understood the reason why this red wine is exchanged for white wine. , Smiled and nodded.
There is no reason for the old treasure to have fun.
The three of them laughed again and said: "Order a la carte, their dishes are very interesting, you order, special features, I am not spoiled." Wang Ren pointed to the waiter, the waiter quickly handed the menu to Gao Lenghe Lao Cai.
Ordering is a technical job.
Gao Leng opened it and saw that Wang Ren's order was still reserved for this big dish. He ordered the next one, which was medium-priced, but the name of the menu was completely confusing, so he checked the price and ordered two hundred. Eighty-eight and eighty-eight dishes.
"This is a bit interesting, walking on the country road and Rushui skin, come to these two." Gao Leng put the menu in the book, depending on the price, it should be one meat and one vegetarian.
After taking a look at it, Lao Cai was happily at the little girl: "These two dishes are good, and when they are connected, they are'Walk into the depths of the country road of a girl with skin like water.' A wet country road, right!... Tsk...Look, this little waiter girl has good skin."
"Lao Cai, you have eaten meat before you start eating, uh, so, why don't we go to the cloud bar to play after we finish eating?"
"Okay, that bar is full of girls with watery skin and their wet trails." Old Cai said with a smile.
The Cloud Bar was opened by a star in the circle who retreated behind the scenes. Gao Leng has never been there, but I heard that everyone who enters must be acquaintances and their identities are all revealed. In other words, even if Gao Leng is brought in by Wang Ren Now, let people know that he is a paparazzi.
In this way, sneak shots are impossible, and they are all looking for pleasure.
This is the rule. You will be beaten to death by the underworld for sneak shots. It is precisely because of this that the Cloud Bar has become a place for celebrities to entertain. There are a few bars similar to those run by insiders. Cloud is considered to be the better one. Up.
Lao Cai slobbered and winked at the little waiter girl: "Uncle, I don't know how to read, what is the taste of first love? What is the taste of the first night? Sister, what is the taste of your first night? what?"
The waiter was naturally accustomed to such ridicule, and smiled and didn't answer, but filled him with tea.
Wang Ren, who often comes to eat, bites to the death. He immerses himself in ordering. Gao Leng and Lao Cai took the opportunity to bet on the penalty cup. Not to mention, this restaurant is very careful, ordering this dish, the atmosphere is much better, the distance between the few people is also closer.
As soon as the food was served, Gao Leng laughed.
Walking on a small country road, two pig trotters are put together, and the bottom plate is covered with green vegetables; Rushui skin is a plate of tofu, the taste of first love is a slice of fried bitter gourd; as for the taste of the early night, pork blood fried cucumber One plate.
The meaning is also drunk.
"All guessed wrong, drink it all!" Wang Ren smiled. The waiter quickly took the goblet and was about to pour the wine, but Lao Cai blocked it.
"Tsk." He snorted dissatisfiedly, frowned slightly and scolded the waiter: "How do you pour a goblet with liquor? Change the glass for liquor."
When the waiter heard it, he understood. It seemed that they were going to fight for alcohol, so they quickly asked: "How many glasses are there?"
"The smallest one, bullet cup!" The old man was full of anger, rolled up his sleeves and said.
There are only 2 taels in a shot glass, which is the smallest and least conspicuous of the white wine glasses. If you think that a big glass is the only way to fight wine, then you are quite wrong.
Another name for this cup is the Murder Cup. The murder was invisible, seemingly small, and couldn't help but drink one cup after another. After a while, he drank it.
It seems that Lao Cai is sincere to get drunk and cold, his purpose is not only to be cold and cold, but also to dig out Xingsheng's internal news.
"Yeah, go to the Murder Cup, Lao Cai, Gao Leng, can you drink him? But now it is better to admit defeat." When Wang Ren heard it, he quickly gave Gao Leng a step down.
"Since Lao Cai is happy with wine, it's better to be respectful." Gao Leng took the conversation and gave Lao Cai the face. Wang Ren was a little worried. This old Cai is notoriously drinkable, and Gao Leng seems to be too much. I was immature, and still couldn't get down the stairs.
Wang Ren didn't know that, in terms of the amount of alcohol, the high cold after being changed by the little witch is the real mass.