Chapter 922: Chapter 377: The Leaky Quilt and the Suspect Target_2
One of its important features is the "Flying Fairy" trademark, which has been exclusively used for export since 1958.
In any diplomatic occasion requiring Moutai liquor, it is invariably present. The "Flying Fairy" trademark Moutai liquor has become an important bridge for communication and exchange between China and international politics, economics, and culture.
Then, during a particular period, the fairy image was considered bizarre and superstitious, so it was replaced by the sunflower trademark.
Fun fact: Sunflower Moutai was the least-selling generation in the history of Guizhou Moutai.
Until 1975, the Flying Fairy trademark was restored, and the liquor’s name was changed to "Flying Guizhou Moutai Liquor."
Since then, the new version of Flying Moutai has been referred to by liquor enthusiasts as Big Flying, and the batch from 1975 was the first batch of Big Flying products, most of which were exported.
So, purely in terms of value, it might only sell for several tens of thousands, at most a hundred thousand.
But in terms of collection difficulty, it’s not something easily bought by just anyone willing to spend money. The genuine ones are extremely rare and have been collected by enthusiasts who aren’t short of money.
With every bottle consumed, there’s one less of this limited edition stuff. Panzi can’t even bear to touch it himself, yet Little Cotton Jacket pulls it out like this for her lover...
What the hell, it’s such a sin!
Han Lie gave Pan Ge a kiss, one, two, three, four times, happily placed it back in the gift box.
Then he gave a merciless laugh to his father-in-law: "Ha, it even comes with its own mahogany gift box, brother Pan has prepared so meticulously, President Jin will definitely be satisfied..."
"Right, right?"
Little Cabbage gleefully raised her face, seeking praise and a hug: "I just decided to take it because the gift box was beautiful... Am I good or not?"
"Amazing! I’ll teach you a new song tonight!"
Han Lie’s reward made Little Cabbage’s cheeks blush with vitality, her eyes filled with delight and shyness.
"Then you have to be gentle and soft... It’s a reward, not a punishment. If I say stop, you have to stop!"
"No problem, uncle loves you so much..."
Dog Lie, after all, is Dog Lie, chatting and ending up off-topic, but given Pan Ge’s age, that’s exactly what she’s into, no matter how cheesy or cringey, it’s all sweet.
The young couple cheerfully arrived at Jin Family’s neighborhood—a typical residential building located in Yang Pu.
Jin Minghui was already waiting downstairs, exchanged a few pleasantries, and led the two upstairs.
Old Jin’s house isn’t big, a 160-square-meter residence allocated according to rank, certainly more than enough for a family of three.
Mother Jin was busy in the kitchen, while Old Jin was sipping tea and reading the newspaper in the living room.
Outside, printed newspapers have been largely phased out, but within major institutions, they remain one of the key sources of information.
"Young Han is here? Find yourself a place to sit."
Jin Hang didn’t raise his head, just lifted his right hand and waved.
This gesture could be interpreted as being important, but also as treating someone like family, depending on the person’s perspective.
Anyway, Han Lie felt, from any angle, expecting Old Jin to get up and greet him was unrealistic, inappropriate, and not a good thing.
But Jin Minghui proactively called out to his father: "Dad, President Han’s girlfriend is here too..."
Old Jin immediately turned back and saw Pan Ge coming in through the door behind them.
He put down the newspaper, stood up quickly, and with a warm smile, walked forward two steps.
"Little Pan Ge, right? Oh my, you’ve really grown into a young lady... Come in, come in, let me hear you call me uncle!"
In terms of etiquette, Pan Ge was of course flawless, gently bowed and politely greeted: "Hello Uncle Jin! You still remember me?"
"Hahahaha! So well-mannered!"
Old Jin laughed happily, and it was clear he genuinely liked girls—possibly stemming from a regret regarding Jin Minghui.
"How could I not remember? Last time I saw you, you were just this small..."
He placed his hand by his waist to indicate roughly one meter.
Thus, Han Lie immediately understood—Old Jin and Panzi’s relationship is rather ordinary; they aren’t the same type.
How did he come to this conclusion?
It’s actually quite simple.
Old Jin, as an important force within the Fuda Financial System, is rooted in the Magic Capital, a significant figure in the Magic Capital’s financial circles.
Such a person must have extensive interactions with the Magic Capital’s local wealthy circles.
He couldn’t possibly not know Panzi.
Yet if he’s only met Pan Ge once, and such a long time ago, it can only mean his relationship with Panzi isn’t on the same wavelength, their personal connection isn’t strong, or simply non-existent.
Han Lie recalled the situation during the lecture—Old Jin indeed hadn’t communicated with Panzi.
Though everyone was busy that day, and the venue was crowded, which wasn’t convenient for socializing, combining these observations is enough to confirm his judgment.
Knowing this, Han Lie gave up the idea of using Panzi to close the gap and planned to find another topic.
The reason people with high emotional intelligence succeed in social settings lies precisely in the details brewed by such keen observations.
Simply being wealthy makes one a nouveau riche.
For example, Little Wang, although not really a nouveau riche, is destined not to succeed his father’s business, doesn’t have the ability, not joking.
...
Mother Jin deliberately came out to greet them, then the four of them sat down again.
Old Jin opened the gift box and glanced inside, visibly moved.
"Oh wow, this gift is too much!"
Though he said so, he held onto the box tightly, clearly cherishing it.
"No, no, I can’t let you take it back again... Let me ponder how to reciprocate but if this liquor stays with you, it’ll be wasted. Let me keep it for you!"
