When Northeast Mining Marshal Shen Lie, armed with his capital and the hegemonic logic of "Tianliang King Po", landed in Luzhou and vowed to bulldoze a century-old street, he encountered the first Waterloo in his life - Jiang Wanzhou and her "Drunken Boat" tavern.
She is not a nail-biter, she is a soul-keeper. Her weapon is not the contract of tears, but the cups of Luzhou Laojiao that need to be sipped calmly, and the Sichuan and Chongqing complaints that are murderous and heartbreaking.
He threw money: "I bought this whole street." She poured wine: "Try it first, how much is this glass worth." He said domineeringly: "Woman, you are playing with fire." She nodded: "Well, you are playing with the fire of inheritance that has been burning in the cellar for more than four hundred years."
Where he measures the world with efficiency, she uses time to brew life. When the most powerful Northeastern roasted knife breaks into the most mellow aroma of Yangtze River wine, the script of conquering and being conquered is completely overturned. It turns out that the best business in the world is not an acquisition, but a shareholding; the strongest wine is not the spicy one that burns the throat, but the long one that makes people willingly intoxicated.
This is a confrontation between capital and culture, and it is an intoxicating journey of two souls from being incompatible with each other to being in harmony with each other. [Old stem crusher × cultural guardian] [A mouthful of Northeastern big grain × a mouthful of Luzhou cuteness] Reading tip: Please read it with a glass of warm rice wine late at night, and be careful not to laugh or get hungry.
