The phone reader Qin Feng stared at the elderly man and the young man before him, thinking: You really do think I'm a thief—bombs, landmines, even a gun hidden under the pillow! However, if you think these little things can stop Qin Shao from making his move, you're completely mistaken. I'll still steal the jewels and the flowers. Just as he was about to feel pleased, the elder added, "Why don't you just sleep in the third-floor lobby tonight, Xiao Qing? I'll have someone set up a single-person tent for you with a sleeping bag. Grandpa will stay right beside you—how could this young man possibly take advantage of you in front of me?" He Liang nodded enthusiastically, like a chicken pecking at grain: "That's a great idea! Quite ruthless!" Grandpa, don't push me too hard. As the saying goes, 'There's policy at the top, and countermeasures at the bottom.' You have your Zhang Liang's strategy—I have my ladder over the wall. "He spoke with serious determination: "As long as you push someone to a certain point, anything can be thought of. You may think it's foolproof, but in the end, who wins the race remains to be seen!" Wei Qingtian glanced at him with disdain and sneered, "Facts will speak for themselves. Your over-the-wall ladder is surely no match for my Zhang Liang's strategy—ha ha ha!" "Then let's see," Qin the young man said, stepping forward to leave. As he took two steps, he turned and asked, "Grandfather, where shall I stay?" The old man raised his chin. "Anywhere but my house!" "Well, that's quite bold of you," he said, patting his stomach. "From the moment I landed, I haven't had a single meal. The hospitality of the Wei and He families truly is exceptional—my brother has finally experienced it firsthand!" Wei Qingtian called him back. "Don't go. It's just a meal. I'll take care of you—so you won't have to go back to Zhongyuan and keep telling everyone that Wei Qingtian doesn't know how to host guests!" "Hee-hee, I told you so—how could the old man possibly ignore meals?" He grinned, turned around, and sat down on the sofa with a rather unceremonious air. "We can still have a couple of drinks, old man. What's the big deal? I didn't say I wanted to drink your wine. You provide the dishes, I'll provide the wine—won't you agree?" The old man huffed. "I'm not drinking a drop! Wine's bad for me. I'm all about health these days—anything that harms my body, I simply avoid. Anything that threatens my well-being, I never touch!" Qin, the young gentleman, thought to himself: soon enough, when he brings out the Zui Xian wine, he'd surely stir up some appetite in the old man. Not long after, five or six plates were laid out on the dining table. Though not exactly luxurious, the dishes were all made from specially supplied meats and vegetables. Plus, Wei Qingshan's culinary skills were quite excellent—each dish was perfectly cooked, with appealing color, aroma, and flavor. Qin's fingers were already busy, and even the leader, who had been eating nothing so Grandfather continued sitting in the living room sipping tea, while Qin Feng hurriedly pulled out the recently pre-packed Zhui Xian wine, removed the cork, and took a deep breath, saying, "This is the divine brew—yet some people simply don't want to drink it. Then I'll enjoy it myself!" Wei Qingtian sipped his tea, thinking: "What wines have I never tasted? If you have something special, why take away several trucks of Ma Xiang wine and Wuling Xiang wine from me?" Qin, the young noble, carefully poured a cup for himself, and the dining room immediately filled with the rich aroma of wine. Even Director He couldn't help but inhale deeply, asking, "Young Feng, what kind of wine is this? It smells so exquisite—I've never smelled wine this fragrant before!" "Heh, just recently I went back with Lin Caivi—picked it up along the way," he smiled. "Would you like to try a sip? This isn't ordinary wine from the mundane world!" "Certainly! Bring me a cup!" Director He agreed without hesitation. The old man gave them a look of disdain. You two keep playing your parts—surely I'm no longer the same as He Zhengjun and his wife. You can fool them, but not me. The aroma of the wine slowly seeped into the living room. As he was pouring tea, the old man suddenly lifted his head, his eyes fixed intently on the dining area. What a fragrance—so rich and inviting. Without thinking, he stood up and walked toward that direction. "Grandfather, our dishes are more than enough. Please don't worry—go on with your tea," he said with a smug smile. The old man paid no attention and walked straight over, reaching for the wine bottle, holding it up to his nose and inhaling deeply—lost in the deep, intoxicating scent. "Wait a minute," said Qin, the young man, not at all pleased, snatching the bottle away. "You're all about wellness, aren't you? What's the point of drinking my wine? Go on and have your tea!" The leader nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Grandfather, why don't you go have your tea? This wine isn't exactly healthy!" "The old man rubbed his hands and blushed, saying, 'Little Feng, what kind of wine is this? I've tasted thousands of wines throughout my life, yet I can't recall having any impression of this one!' 'Exactly,' Qin Shao replied with pride. 'This is a wine crafted by cultivators, known as Zui Xian Wine. To put it simply, in the cultivation world, it's equivalent to Hennessy in the ordinary world—something not anyone can simply produce or easily access!' 'Indeed? Then I must try a sip—pour me a glass right away!' The old man was thrilled. 'You didn't drink it, did you? Just a moment ago, you said you'd avoid anything that might threaten your health, refusing to eat it outright.' Qin Feng paid no attention, turning his head away without looking at him. The old man quickly interjected, 'That's because I didn't know you had such a fine wine. If I had known, I wouldn't have said those things at all, Feng. For the sake of our long-standing friendship, just give me one sip—just one!' "Qin Dashao said with a look of reluctance, "Alright, just have a taste—after that, please go and enjoy your own tea. Don't disturb our meal anymore. This wine is quite expensive, and I don't have much!" The old man happily accepted the cup, which was only half full. He slowly brought it to his lips, first lightly dipping his lips into the wine before drinking it all at once. As the wine flowed down his throat, every pore in his body expanded, feeling as refreshing as after a full-body massage. Closing his eyes, he carefully sipped for several seconds and praised, "What a fine wine! What a fine wine! Please serve me another cup—I was in such a hurry to drink it, I didn't manage to fully appreciate all its flavors!" Qin Dashao hid the wine bottle behind his back, saying, "That won't do. We agreed only to let you taste it—now that you've tasted it, please leave right away!" How could the old man possibly stay? With a determined face, he pleaded, "Just one more cup, please, I beg you!" Qin Dan glanced at the senior official across the table and said with a clear implication, "Actually, it's not difficult to give you—surely not just a cup, even an entire bottle would do. But what benefit can I expect in return?" The elder replied without hesitation, "Give me two bottles—three bottles, and Xiao Qing is yours!" "Really?" Qin Dan's eyes lit up. "A gentleman's word is his bond—do you really doubt my integrity?" the elder said, patting his chest. "Deal," Qin Feng said, firmly tapping the table.