Chapter 55

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"Mengmeng, pour us a drink."

Du Yongchang picked up the wine glass, gently swirled it, and the deep purple color gave him a dazzling feeling. The wine in the glass took several seconds to slowly slide down, and the aroma that spread made him feel refreshed and lingering.

With one sip, Du Yongchang couldn't help but hum, and a hint of shock finally appeared in his eyes. He was passionate about collecting wine, and the Bordeaux and DRC that the old man mentioned earlier were part of his collection.

But compared to the wine served in the jar, it really was as the old man said—Bordeaux and DRC were indeed inferior wines.

"How is it? This wine is much better than the ones you've collected, right? Quickly, pour out the wines you've collected," the old man looked at Du Yongchang, his words full of teasing, which made Du Yongchang feel embarrassed.

Spending a large amount of money and time to collect top-tier wines, only to find that they couldn't compare to a wine made by a mountain boy, was something he really couldn't accept.

"Mengmeng, tell that silly boy that the best wines are stored in wooden barrels. Using a pickling jar to store this top-tier wine is a waste."

After saying this, the old man suddenly thought of something, "Mengmeng, hasn't his family's Zui Linglong been looted?"

"Grandpa, I didn't ask about that."

"That boy, with no home left, where will he sleep at night?"

Du Mengnan sighed softly, "He said he has slept in cement pipes, and anywhere can be his home. He plans to tear down the house and rebuild it."

"Unflappable, I like this boy. Mengmeng, try harder to win him over," Du Gang suddenly said.

Du Mengnan blushed, while Du Yongchang was covered in black lines, and Du Shichang was full of shock. He knew his father rarely praised anyone, but now he was constantly praising a young man from the countryside, which made him interested in Zhao Xinyu as well.

"Mengmeng, I want to ask you something. My second aunt heard that in Pengcheng and Yanjing, there is a cosmetic called Qinguo Qincheng, made entirely by hand, which can make people look ten years younger. Many people want to buy it. Have you heard of Qinguo Qincheng?"

Du Mengnan giggled, "Second Uncle, Qinguo Qincheng was made by Zhao Xinyu. I've kept some for my second aunt."

Du Yongchang's eyes narrowed slightly. He had often heard his wife mention this name, and she seemed to have become younger. He had also inquired and found that in the rich circles of Pengcheng and Yanjing, the name Qinguo Qincheng was widely known. It didn't require makeup; just washing your face and applying it was enough, with over ten different fragrances.

And a bottle cost more than 50,000 yuan, but even with money, you might not be able to buy it. The most important thing was, as his second brother Du Shichang said, the older you were, the better the effect. According to his wife, a woman in her fifties who used Qinguo Qincheng looked like she was in her thirties, having become ten years younger.

He hadn't expected that this Qinguo Qincheng, which made countless women go crazy, was also made by the young man he had looked down upon. This made Du Yongchang curious about Zhao Xinyu.

"Mengmeng, so your mother has also used Qinguo Qincheng, but be careful, it hasn't been tested, and there might be toxins."

Du Mengnan pouted, "Dad, what are you thinking? Qinguo Qincheng is a pure herbal ointment. Zhao Xinyu just added fragrances, which are made from different herbs. He and Yumei both used this ointment to recover their skin."

While Du Mengnan was explaining Qinguo Qincheng to her father, famous cosmetics groups like Estée Lauder, L'Oréal, and Dior held high-level meetings.

The content of the meetings was only one thing: they received news that in two cities in the mysterious country of Huaxia, Pengcheng and Yanjing, a cosmetic called Qinguo Qincheng had appeared.

Qinguo Qincheng was made from herbal ointments using ancient Chinese medicine techniques, with no chemical additives. Even the fragrances were made from different herbs.

Qinguo Qincheng was a pure herbal ointment with no harmful substances. It only needed to be applied for ten minutes, and its effects were far superior to their brands. Anyone who used it would see significant results, and the older you were, the better the effect.

What surprised them most was that Qinguo Qincheng had no manufacturer, and even the labels were handwritten. There were fifteen different fragrances, each a blend of different scents, giving a different feeling to each user.

These groups, like L'Oréal and Estée Lauder, were world-renowned. They knew what getting Qinguo Qincheng would mean for their companies, so they immediately held high-level meetings after receiving the news.

Their goal was to get the formula for Qinguo Qincheng at any cost, or at least the method for blending the fifteen fragrances.

Zhao Xinyu, the person involved, knew nothing about this. He had already arrived at the farm-to-table restaurant, busy preparing dishes for the Mid-Autumn Festival with Han Li and the others.

In the afternoon, he and Han Li went out to buy materials for two simple houses, which they built on a vacant lot outside the east wall.

"Xinyu, I know a few foremen. I'll find them tomorrow, and we'll plan the yard and build some grand houses."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "I've already asked Du Mengnan to find people."

During dinner, Han Li received a call. The police had news that the arsonists and attackers had turned themselves in. There were six of them, and the legal process was underway. The police wanted to know about any losses Zhao Xinyu had suffered to determine the amount of civil compensation.

"Han Li, tell them I don't need any compensation. I just want them to receive the harshest punishment."

Han Li and the others were surprised. The vegetables in the yard had been destroyed by nearly half, which would have resulted in a significant compensation for Zhao Xinyu. Now, he was giving up on the compensation, which they couldn't understand.

In fact, Zhao Xinyu had his own reasons. His conflict was only with Zhao Shiming and the others. The last time, the fat man and the city management officers caused trouble, but those people were released after a few days.

This time, the incident was clearly related to the last one. The reason they turned themselves in so quickly was entirely due to a call from Du Gang.

Even if he asked for compensation, they would have their own ways to avoid it. A few acres of vegetables wouldn't yield much money. Instead of a small compensation, it was better to have them severely punished.

When they returned that night, Han Li was worried about Zhao Xinyu's safety and accompanied him back to the yard. Only after Zhao Xinyu locked the gate did they leave.

Back in the newly built simple house, Zhao Xinyu entered the space to check on Heifeng.

Although Heifeng couldn't stand, he had regained some sensation. When he saw Zhao Xinyu, he growled a few times, his voice full of sorrow and anger, and his eyes turned blood red again.

Zhao Xinyu gently stroked Heifeng's body, "Heifeng, don't worry. The truth will come out one day, and I will definitely seek justice for you."

Hearing Zhao Xinyu's words, Heifeng growled a few times, and his eyes slowly became clear.

That night, Zhao Xinyu didn't leave the space. He stayed to study and practice the Hongmeng Zhenjing left by his grandfather.

The next day, as the pickled radish and the farm-to-table restaurant reopened, Du Mengnan brought a few people over. While they were measuring and planning the yard, Du Mengnan approached Zhao Xinyu.

"Zhao Xinyu, when we came, we saw that the north, east, and west sides of your yard are all ravines. Behind it, there are two yards of the same size, and no one lives there. You can buy them and use them for growing vegetables or building houses."

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