He Guangyu's words were very beautiful. He first explained how many generations of his family were committed to the winemaking industry. After establishing authority, he then brought Mu Zhengyang's honey wine to heaven. Then, he started from the standpoint of patients with high blood pressure, myocardial infarction, and neurological weakness, and threw out a huge amount of 50 million. He also expressed his indifferent attitude towards the shares. A generation of people devoted themselves to the winemaking industry and established the image of a positive energy businessman who regards money as much as dirt and only wants to bring good news to patients all over the world.

"Haha, Mr. He, that's what I'm giving you a chance, it's clearly you giving me a chance!"

Mu Zhengyang looked moved and said to He Guangyu with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Mu is humble. With this magical wine recipe in hand, it is extremely easy for Mr. Mu to get an investment. Mr. Mu is under great pressure to save people in the downtown city. This spirit of self-sacrificing oneself to save others has touched many people. He is just one of them!"

He Guangyu is considered a storied figure in Xizhong County, while Mu Zhengyang is just an unknown soldier from the mountain. He Guangyu put his posture very low and kept praising Mu Zhengyang, which attracted the attention of others on the top of the mountain.

"This is the first time I have seen Mr. He from Bianjiang Liquor Industry talk to people with this attitude. This young man is so awesome!"

"Bianjiang Wine Industry is a big taxpayer in Xizhong County. Even if Mr. He Guangyu and Mr. He met the top leader in the county, he would not have such a gesture!"

"You are too outdated. This young man came back to life with a pot of wine a few days ago and saved County Magistrate Z's father in Tiekou Alley. He has a very good ability to make wine. Bianjiang Wine Industry can get the help of this young man and will immediately put on flying wings. It is normal for Mr. He to have this attitude!"

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Some people only know He Guangyu and look at Mu Zhengyang in surprise. Some people recognize Mu Zhengyang and then look at Mu Zhengyang with envious eyes.

After Uncle Li failed to analyze the honey wine recipe, He Guangyu felt very stable. In his opinion, Mu Zhengyang was still too young. With a turn of his head, he could think of several methods. When he said what he had said before, he was almost invincible.

If Mu Zhengyang promised to cooperate with him, he would gain a great reputation if this story spreads in the future. Mu Zhengyang refused to cooperate with him. His behavior of actively distributing money for the majority of patients will not only accumulate a wave of favorable feelings for him, but also bring negative effects to Mu Zhengyang. Moreover, according to his judgment, this mysterious Mr. Mu must be a principled, upright and individual person. The image he has established for himself should be more in line with the taste of this mysterious Mr. Mu, and he has a great chance of agreeing to cooperate with him. As long as the two cooperate, he will have hundreds of ways to obtain the wine recipe. At that time, he will think of an open way to kick Mr. Mu out, and he will be able to monopolize the wine recipe.

Although He Guangyu did not take Mu Zhengyang seriously in his heart, the expression on his face was extremely solemn, as if he was really inspired by Mu Zhengyang.

"Thank you Mr. He for your praise, but I'm really sorry, I can't mass produce this wine!"

Mu Zhengyang's smile gradually faded when facing He Guangyu's "praise and killing", and said in a very calm tone.

"But there are technical limitations? In this regard, our Bianjiang Liquor Industry has accumulated some experience. If it really doesn't work, I can introduce several experts to you! You don't need to worry about revealing the secret recipe. You will help you apply for patents and protect various contracts from legal means!"

He Guangyu had long anticipated this possibility and asked very considerately and enthusiastically.

"Haha, only the saint Wang Xizhi can write the "Preface to Lanting", only the poet Li Bai can write the "Toast" and only the saint Wu Daozi can draw the "Picture of the King of Sending the Son". There are some things in this world that only some people can do, do you understand?"

No matter what purpose He Guangyu is for, his honey wine involves his most core secret. He has no intention of cooperating with He Guangyu at all, and he has not lie to He Guangyu. Books and Yujing Bottle have been integrated with him. In this world, only he can brew honey wine. After saying that, he did not continue talking with He Guangyu, and got up and went down the mountain from a path on the top of the mountain.

"The saint of calligraphy, the saint of poetry, and the saint of painting? Only some people can do some things in this world?"

He Guangyu was extremely surprised. He was still the number one figure in Xizhong County. Others were very polite when they saw him speaking. But he lowered his attitude and spoke to Mr. Mu. But Mr. Mu was able to remain calm. The strangest thing was that Mr. Mu listed himself with the saint of calligraphy, poetry and painting saints. Not only did he have no reason to refute this arrogant behavior, he looked at Mu Zhengyang's departure back and felt that it was a bit meaningful.

Mu Zhengyang walked very fast and disappeared in front of He Guangyu within a few seconds.

"Mr. Mu, wait..." He Guangyu's plan failed and felt a little unwilling. He chased after him and called Mu Zhengyang, but found that he didn't even see Mu Zhengyang's shadow. He stared at the mountain road covered with green thorns and murmured: "Is this person flying? No one can be seen so quickly! It's really strange..."

Mu Zhengyang walked steadily on the narrow and curved mountain road. He went down the mountain in just over a dozen minutes, faster than others driving on the winding highway.

After going down the mountain.

Mu Zhengyang casually found a store to deal with it. He was three hours away from departure, so he went to Xinhua Bookstore to read books and bought a few more books to go back to the mountain.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Zhengyang took a few newly bought books and took the milk powder and took the bottle to the bus home. As soon as the bus walked out of the county town, the ringtone of the cell phone in his pocket rang. His mobile phone number was only a few close relatives. Friends knew that he would turn off his phone when he returned to the mountains, and the number of times he rang was very limited.

"I'll go, brother, your phone is actually connected. It's so difficult! I can't say that I'm lucky. I'll go out to buy lottery tickets later!"

Mu Zhengyang pressed the switch button and Wu Dabao's sharp voice came from his phone.

"If you have something to say, just say it, if you have fart, just let it go!"

Mu Zhengyang talked to Wu Dabao, which was a natural state of ordinary people. He was not polite at all and said bluntly.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot the serious business. The six pots of spider plants you gave me the day before yesterday were really strange. I put them in my office. When I went there this morning, I found that the air in the office was fresh and it felt like I was staying in the forest after the rain! You know my office. A group of little brothers smoked all day long, with all kinds of sweat, feet, and smoke. I'm used to staying in this turbid air. This is the first time I feel this long-lost fresh air!"
Chapter completed!