46 Making Insinuations (1/2)

Thankfully, Fatty Tang was lacking in many aspects but he had a plump body, a big heart, and nerves of steel and the most important of all, a positive outlook on life. This was even after suffering countless sessions of scoldings and beatings and even when he was a subject of gossip which was enough to cause an average man to commit suicide in shame.

For him, he only needed to take a nap and he would be able to dismiss everything that had happened and consider them history.

If this was any other person, there would already have been a rope around his neck and he would have undergone the cycle of samsara countless times.

Although, this so-called optimistic attitude to life, a big heart or having nerves of steel was but a better way of saying it. A harsher way of looking at it, was him being a thick-skinned, shameless person.

Finally, this fatty was able to use the coming Autumn Festival as an excuse to slip away from his house. The first thing he did after escaping was to come complain to Jun Mo Xie. Coincidentally, Jun Mo Xie was busy pondering what it was that he had obtained. For Fatty Tang to come, heading to the Drunken Immortal Establishment for some drinks.

Fatty Tang drank a cup of wine, then gave out three sighs. Then, he stretched out his radish-like index finger to the skies and let out a mouthful of curses as he vented his anger.

Drinking one cup after another, he repeated… again and again…

With such violent intensity, such vicious deep-seated hatred. One would think he was an old lady who had just lost her husband.

All the guests on the upper floor frowned! Even his bodyguards looked away, acting as though they were strangers.

To have to accompany this kind of Young Master out, was simply too humiliating…

Jun Mo Xie himself rolled his eyes. Even though he possessed a calm temperament, the one that the fatty was cursing included himself; and yet, he had to sit still and ignore whatever was said about him. How could he not have a single reaction?

”I say, Fatty, what exactly was stolen from your home? With your relentless cursing, my mood to continue drinking has been extinguished.”

Jun Mo Xie looked at the cup of wine before him. Being cursed at was but a small thing, after all with his calm temperament, something like that could be take in stride easily.

The wine, on the other hand, was made so that its fragrance would assail one’s nose, but the taste was akin to drinking rice water, not having the slightest hope of making one tipsy! It was harder to stomach than the curses!

The evaluation of the wine that Jun Mo Xie would give was this.

This wine was just like a woman whose body is even fatter than Tang Yuan, whom then, used a bunch of cheap perfume to mask away her body shape.

Having drunk this wine, Jun Mo Xie could not help but recall Old Song’s wine from the night with the heavy rain. Jun Mo Xie now felt a longing for the wine that he had once contemptuously considered as trash.

This was how the phrase,

”The dead should be compared with other dead people while the living should be compared with other living people.”

The wine was something hard for Jun Mo Xie to swallow and was severely lacking compared to the top-grade wines of his previous life. But now, he had finally understood. The man’s words back then were indeed, the truth!

Jun Mo Xie suddenly recalled that he had recently brewed some wine! After having placed them aside for the fermentation to take place, he had totally forgotten about them. Counting down the days, he came to a conclusion.

I should be able to take them out in a few days’ time. I should quickly have them be completed soon. Even if it is not for the sake of making money, I should do it for my own sake!

If I have to keep drinking this kind of rubbish wine, how am I supposed to live?

Once I take the wine out from fermentation, I too will sell in limited numbers!

Son of a bitch! Ten thousand silver Liangs per jug!

Either you love it and pay for it or leave it!

I will drink it all myself! If I cannot finish it then I will let pigs drink it!

Son of a bitch! Just saying it, makes me feel comfortable!

He thought viciously to himself while smelling the cup of ‘garbage’ wine. With his heretical thoughts, feeding it to the pigs was not something he would not do…

”Sigh…” Tang Yuan paused, his round face, comparable to a poached egg was etched with a distorted expression.