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n317 You Asked for It, Don’t Blame Me

nWhen Peng Shaokun and Secretary Liu saw the bottle of Maotai, they immediately laughed out loud.

nBefore they took out the four bottles of special Maotai…

nYe Feng giving her a bottle of Maotai was still acceptable.

nHowever, when he gave a bottle of ordinary Maotai after giving a special Maotai worth 800,000 yuan, it was asking for humiliation.

n“Vice President Peng, I don’t know much about white wine. How much does this ordinary Maotai wine cost?” Secretary Liu deliberately asked loudly.

n“Aiya, you don’t know, but the price of Maotai has soared. Ordinary Maotai like this has risen to 4 to 5,000 per bottle.”

nPeng Shaokun also held back his laughter and cooperated with the mockery.

n“Wow, Mr. Ye is so generous. He’s just an ordinary university student, yet he’s giving out a birthday gift worth 4 to 5,000 yuan. It’s really rare.”

nSecretary Liu continued to be sarcastic.

n“Isn’t that so? 4 to 5,000 yuan is probably his living expenses for several months, right? You really put in a lot of effort.”

nPeng Shaokun nodded in agreement.

nThe two of them echoed each other. Although they were praising Ye Feng on the surface, everyone could hear the mockery in it.

nChen Xuan was furious. “So what if it’s 4 or 5,000? This is a gesture of goodwill. How can it be measured by price?”

nPeng Shaokun’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “Spending 4 to 5,000 to woo the president of a big company like you, this is probably the investment with the highest return rate in this century, right?”

nWang Lin was shocked when she heard his reminder.

nCould it be that this Ye Feng was really after their family property?

nShe owned a food company.

nIt was worth at least 1 billion.

nLingyun Real Estate, which was founded by her daughter, was even more popular. Its valuation was at least a few billion.

nThe mother and daughter’s personal assets added up to at least 2 to 3 billion.

nWith such a huge asset, who knew how many people were eyeing it?

nFor someone like Ye Feng who came from an ordinary family, who knew what he was planning?

nIt was best to find someone of equal status.

nThis was safer.

nPeng Shaokun was a good choice.

nThinking of this, she was even more determined to break up her daughter and Ye Feng.

n“Ye Feng, you should take this bottle of wine back, I…” Wang Lin said as she prepared to return the bottle of wine to Ye Feng.

nAt this moment, she suddenly saw the words ’80-year-old wine’ written on the corner of the wine box.

nHer pupils immediately constricted.

nShe hurriedly took it back and carefully identified it.

nThat was right.

nIt was an 80-year-old wine!

nHer mind went blank as she muttered, “How is that possible? How can it be 80 years old?”

nPeng Shaokun noticed her strange expression and hurriedly asked, “Auntie, what’s wrong?”

nWang Lin ignored him and looked at Ye Feng: “Where did you get this wine from?”

nYe Feng sat there calmly. “A friend gave it to me…”

n“Nonsense!”

nWang Lin did not wait for him to finish and immediately interrupted, “What friend would give you such expensive wine?”

nChen Xuan, who was standing at the side, also panicked.

nShe had never seen her mother so strict before. She quickly asked, “Mom, what’s going on?”

nWang Lin pointed at the words on the wine box, and her hands trembled. “This is an 80-year-old wine.”

nChen Xuan was confused. “What’s wrong with 80-year-old wine?”

nWang Lin turned to look at her with a very serious expression.

n“Maotai aged wines are divided into 30 years, 50 years, 80 years, etc. This 80-year-old wine is made from the base wine that won the gold medal at the 1915 Panama International Exhibition. Almost all of them are in the hands of top collectors. How did they end up in his hands?”

nWhen Chen Xuan heard her mother’s introduction, she was a little speechless. “Then this wine… It should be very expensive, right?”

n“A collector who can collect 80-year-old Maotai wine is definitely not an ordinary person. They won’t take this wine out to sell. If…”

nWang Lin looked at Ye Feng solemnly.

n“What I’m saying is, if someone really sells 80-year-old wine, I’m willing to pay 500,000 yuan per bottle. I’ll buy as many as you have.”

nAs soon as she said this…

nOther than Ye Feng, the other three were shocked.

nOriginally, the four bottles of special Maotai that Peng Shaokun had given her were already very shocking at the sky-high price of 200,000 yuan each.

nHe did not expect that Ye Feng’s gift was worth 500,000 yuan.

nThis was simply appalling.

nPeng Shaokun also looked at Ye Feng in a daze.

nHe did not expect this unremarkable fellow to amaze everyone with a single brilliant feat.

nHe even pretended to be a poor college student just now.

nNow, he had actually given out a gift worth 500,000 yuan.

nAlthough the total value of such a bottle of wine was still not comparable to his four bottles of special Maotai.

nHowever, from Wang Lin’s expression, it could be seen that the impact of this bottle of Maotai was far greater than the four bottles he had.

nPeng Shaokun was both jealous and angry. He quickly thought of a countermeasure.

nChen Xuan also turned to look at Ye Feng.

nWhen Peng Shaokun said that this bottle of Maotai was only worth 4 to 5,000 yuan, she was actually blaming Ye Feng.

nYou should at least give me a bottle that costs tens of thousands of yuan.

nAfter this matter was over, she would definitely return the money to him.

nBut if you gave her a bottle of wine that cost 4 to 5,000 yuan, it would be a little shabby.

nOnly then did she hear her mother explain the origins of this bottle of wine…

nOnly then did she realize that she had wronged Ye Feng.

nShe did not expect him to actually put in so much capital to help her.

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nAs for Ye Feng, he was dumbfounded.

nGuan Junsheng only told him that he had stolen the wine from his father’s wine cellar.

nAnd it was said to be quite precious.

nIn his opinion, it was worth at most 100,000 or 80,000 yuan.

nHe did not expect it to be worth more than 500,000 yuan.

n500,000 yuan for a bottle of white wine?

nIt was too shocking.

nAnd because of that, he was worried that if Father Guan found out that his son had stolen such a precious white wine, would he kick President Guan’s ass?

nOld Guan, oh Old Guan.

nYou asked for it.

nYou can’t blame me.

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