Chapter 113: No Honor Among Fighters! Are You Kidding Me?

Chu Lin discovered that Miss Cai was a woman of action. Upon learning about the miraculous properties of the special cooking wine, she hurried back to the Linyao Restaurant and immediately began planning how to target Yunhe Restaurant.

Not long after, Manager Han was sent out under her orders.

“President Chu, don’t forget to ask President Wu to post something on his Moments,” Cai Yao reminded him. “If this plan goes smoothly, I’ll make a name for myself at Yunhe Restaurant. Having President Wu post on Moments would be the perfect finishing touch.”

“Mm,” Chu Lin nodded. Just then, his phone rang—it was a notification that the custom wine bottles had arrived at the breeding farm.

After the call, he turned to Miss Cai and said, “I have something to do; I’ll go pay a visit to President Wu.”

With that, he left the restaurant and headed to the breeding farm.

Liu Fa saw him return and said, “President Chu, a batch of wine bottles was just delivered. I moved them into the bone wine storage room.”

“Good.” Chu Lin nodded and walked to the room where the bone wine was kept. He locked the door behind him and saw the rows of 500ml capacity, vintage blue-gray bottles, along with a bottle mouth sealing machine.

This bone wine was brewed by soaking special whale bones from Atlantis. It had attributes that treated frequent and urgent urination (+2), alleviated weakness in the waist and knees (+2), improved taste (+1), and imparted a unique wine aroma (+1). Undoubtedly, it was a truly miraculous medicinal wine.

The treatment effects for frequent urination and knee weakness, both at quality level 2, would be noticeably effective and highly sought after by middle-aged and elderly customers.

Unlike the so-called medicinal wines on the market that boast grand claims but have no real effect.

Moreover, using these vintage, high-quality bottles gave the medicinal wine a more refined aura.

Each bottle wasn’t cheap—custom-made ones cost 2,000 yuan apiece. The packaging couldn’t make this bone wine look cheap.

These bottles had been specially treated by the manufacturer and were ready to be filled immediately.

He quickly grabbed one bottle, filled it with bone wine up to 500ml.

With this medicinal wine, a daily intake of about 10ml was sufficient, so one bottle would last about 50 days.

After filling the bottle, Chu Lin had a thought and entered the Atlantis map system, viewing the wine’s notes:

[Special Bone Wine: Quality 2]

[This bone wine is brewed with special whale bones from Atlantis, possessing unique effects: treats frequent and urgent urination +2, treats weakness in waist and knees +2, taste +1, special wine aroma +1.]

In other words, the wine brewing had succeeded.

He immediately brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip.

Just one sip, and he felt a rich, mellow aroma along with an excellent taste.

Setting aside its medicinal effects, the wine itself was exceptionally delicious.

He had never tasted such a fine wine before, though he wasn’t sure what vintage it could be compared to in terms of taste and aroma.

He also wondered if President Wu could discern its quality—after all, a wealthy man like him should have sampled every kind of wine.

Moreover, the two +2 effects were indeed powerful. A moment after drinking, he felt a warm current spreading through his bladder and knees.

Although he didn’t suffer from those ailments, this warm sensation was nourishing and remarkably comfortable.

This miraculous effect surprised him, further convincing him that this wine would be a game-changer for the elderly.

Imagine a chairman with frequent and urgent urination during an important meeting—would he stop to relieve himself, or hold on? If he stops, the urge soon returns. If he holds on, it’s uncomfortable.

Even a chairman would find this embarrassing.

More importantly, this condition also affects men’s vitality.

So, if such a wine existed, would they buy it or not?

With this in mind, Chu Lin sealed the bottle using the sealing machine and then took out his phone to call President Wu.

Once connected, he said, “President Wu, the special medicinal wine I mentioned last time has arrived. When are you free? I’d like to bring you a bottle to try!”

Laughter came from the other end. “Mr. Chu, I’m always free when you are. You can come over right now.”

“Then I’ll come by and trouble you,” Chu Lin said, hanging up and heading straight to Erbai Housing Construction Group.

President Wu had long sent his secretary to wait for him and personally ushered him into his office.

Upon entering, Chu Lin caught a delicate, enticing fragrance that instantly lifted his spirits.

President Wu had lit some ambergris incense.

Besides President Wu, there was a man around fifty years old brewing tea.

“Mr. Chu, please have a seat.” President Wu greeted him warmly and led him to the sofa.

He then introduced the other man, “Old Qin, this is Mr. Chu. The ambergris we have comes through him. But Mr. Chu promised to supply us first for the next batch, so don’t even think about it.”

Old Qin didn’t seem bothered and replied, “Wu, you may have a promise, but no contract yet, right? Mr. Chu, do you mind adding me on WeChat?”

Chu Lin smiled, understanding the implication—this was a potential client. It wouldn’t hurt to add him.

Seeing Old Qin already had WeChat open, Chu Lin also opened his app and added him as a friend.

Seizing the moment, Chu Lin said, “President Wu, the restaurant will open in two days. Since Erbai is a shareholder, shouldn’t you post something on Moments?”

“That’s a small matter. I’ll post it later,” President Wu didn’t care much about it but was curious, “Mr. Chu, what about that medicinal wine you mentioned on the phone?”

Chu Lin smiled and placed the bottle of bone wine on the table.

“This is the medicinal wine I spoke of. Have a taste.”

President Wu had heard about it before from Mr. Chu and was naturally interested.

He opened the seal, poured a small cup using a tiny teacup, and brought it to his nose.

An exquisite aroma blossomed immediately.

The fragrance was outstanding.

He then took a sip, his eyes brightening—the taste was superb, certainly no worse than the fine wines he had purchased before, perhaps even better.

Just in terms of taste and aroma, this was an excellent wine.

Yet he knew the medicinal effects were where its true value lay. A wine of this quality brewed for medicine had to be extraordinary.

Sure enough, moments later, he felt two warm currents inside him—one in the bladder area, another in the knees.

The warmth in the bladder gave him an incredibly pleasant sensation, causing him to involuntarily emit a sheepish “hmm.”

“Mr. Chu, this wine…” President Wu was astonished.

Even knowing it was medicinal, the sensation was beyond belief.

No wonder Mr. Chu had stressed how rare this wine was.

Chu Lin smiled. “President Wu, not bad, right? If you can guess the vintage from its taste and aroma, this bottle is yours.”

This was one of his goals.

He hadn’t revealed the exact age, turning it into a sort of challenge for President Wu.

President Wu looked troubled. “Mr. Chu, if you gave me some high-vintage medicinal wine, I could tell if it’s genuine—I’ve drunk a lot of wines. But asking me to specify the year? That’s tough. I’m not a professional sommelier.”

Chu Lin felt a bit disappointed.

In TV dramas, wealthy people always rattle off vintages like 1982 Lafite with ease.

Seems those dramas are misleading after all.

No wonder the young master Wang once posted a selfie drinking Snow Beer with two huge characters: ‘Nonsense.’

President Wu immediately looked to Old Qin for help: “Old Qin, among us, you and Old Lu are the best at drinking. Have a taste.”

He poured a cup for Old Qin.

Old Qin was genuinely curious about the wine.

President Wu might not be an expert, but he could tell good from bad. Seeing Wu’s urgency, this wine had to be special.

He took the cup, brought it to his nose, and his eyes lit up.

After a small sip, he closed his eyes in enjoyment.

This drew Chu Lin’s attention. Old Qin’s movements were gentle, as if imbued with special feelings, completely different from ordinary drinking.

No wonder they say tasting wine is not just drinking—it’s an art, a poetic experience; without understanding, it’s like a plow ox drinking from a canal.

After savoring the wine, Old Qin finally spoke. “Mr. Chu, I can’t pinpoint the exact vintage, but this taste and aroma are definitely not inferior to the 2001 Moutai. That bottle now sells for 65,000 yuan.”

Chu Lin was surprised this expert could estimate the vintage. That’s equivalent to a twenty-year-old wine.

He had originally purchased only new wine from the market, soaked for just a week to create the bone wine.

Now, with the added taste +1 and special aroma +1, it equated to a wine aged over twenty years.

“No, this wine is definitely worth more than 65,000,” Old Qin suddenly exclaimed, sensing the special effects of the wine.

That warm current in the bladder and knees was extraordinary.

Especially the bladder—it gave him a swollen sensation due to his own mild condition of frequent urination.

Now, with the warm current, he almost felt like crying out in relief.

He realized Mr. Chu’s wine was medicinal, perhaps specifically for these ailments.

The effect was incredible.

He hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time.

“Mr. Chu, does Old Qin’s estimate on the vintage seem correct?” President Wu asked eagerly.

“Mr. Qin is right,” Chu Lin smiled and nodded.

Since he himself didn’t know the actual time, he deferred to the professional’s judgment.

President Wu was overjoyed. “So this bottle belongs to me?”

“This wine should belong to me,” Old Qin said abruptly, snatching the bottle. “Mr. Wu, Mr. Chu said if you guess the vintage, the wine is yours. You didn’t guess it, but I did. So naturally, it belongs to me.”

The miraculous effects of this wine could not be relinquished.

President Wu was dumbfounded.

“That’s not fair! Where’s the justice? Where’s the logic?”

“Mr. Chu, what exactly are the effects of this medicinal wine?” Old Qin, though having guessed the vintage, still couldn’t help but ask to confirm, clutching the bottle tightly.

Chu Lin didn’t hide it. “This wine treats frequent and urgent urination, as well as weakness in the knees. And the effect is very strong.”

Old Qin nodded knowingly. He had never thought medicinal wine could be so effective in these areas.

President Wu’s eyes also gleamed as he subconsciously fixed his gaze on the bottle in Old Qin’s hands.

Chu Lin then asked, “President Wu, if you need this wine, I still have two bottles left. I can provide them to you first.”

There were only 100 jin (about 50 kg) of this wine in total, so it was meant for gifting and relationship-building. This time, he only planned to release two bottles.

President Wu’s face turned awkward. “Um, I don’t need this wine right now. Seeing Old Qin’s eagerness, I think he needs it more.”

Old Qin immediately retorted, “President Wu, don’t slander me. I didn’t play around in my youth—I exercise and stay healthy. I’m after this wine for its taste and aroma!”

Chu Lin was a little confused by their conversation.

It wasn’t what he expected.

Hadn’t his research warned that men over forty start facing these issues? And if they don’t control their lifestyle in youth, it gets worse?

Yet these two tycoons showed no such problems.

Did that mean this bone wine wouldn’t have the effect he hoped for?

That was awkward.

Still, he kept his composure, not wanting to show any disappointment. After some casual talk, he took his leave.

Just as he left Erbai Housing Construction Group, his phone buzzed with two messages:

President Wu: “Mr. Chu, you said there were two bottles of that medicinal wine? A friend of mine wants one. We’ll pay the highest price, like the Cui family’s top wine—500,000 yuan per bottle.”

President Qin: “Mr. Chu, your medicinal wine is amazing. After thinking it over, I want to buy your two bottles. A friend of mine needs them. I’ll pay the market’s highest price: 1 million yuan for two bottles.”

Chu Lin stared at the messages, stunned.

What the hell? So much for these wealthy men not having issues in youth.

They just put on a front earlier, and now they’re secretly messaging together?

The pride of the rich, huh?

Smirking, he replied to both with the same message:

“Sorry, President Wu, the two bottles have just been sold. The buyer has already paid.”

“Sorry, President Qin, the two bottles have just been sold. The buyer has already paid.”

Those two tycoons had been playing games earlier—he could play along and tease their appetites.

In the Erbai Housing Construction chairman’s office, upon receiving Chu Lin’s message, both President Wu and Old Qin were stunned.

How could they have been sold so quickly?

President Wu looked at Old Qin. He had taken out his phone earlier—could he be so ruthless, especially when he already had a bottle?

Old Qin glanced at President Wu. He had also taken out his phone first. How hypocritical.

The two inadvertently exchanged an awkward glance, then simultaneously said:

“Split one bottle!”

“Split one bottle!”

“???” President Wu.

“???” Old Qin.

(The End of This Chapter)