Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Today I will make you understand what resources mean!
“To drink sorghum wine, one must use a bronze wine goblet to capture the ancient spirit,” Wang Hao said with a chuckle, glancing around before continuing, “As for rice wine, though delicious to taste, it’s slightly sweet and mild, so it should be drunk from a large vessel to demonstrate boldness. Just like the hero Wu Song from Liangshan, who couldn’t handle more than three bowls—it’s all about that kind of spirit!”
This time, Zhao Zhenhao was completely convinced, “I’m seriously impressed, Brother Hao, I would’ve never expected you to know so much!”
Who are you kidding? I’ve watched “Break the Heavens” several times over the years; you guys have never heard of this stuff, huh? Hehe.
“Hundred Herb Wine is made by infusing a hundred herbs into fine wine, so the aroma is fresh and fragrant, like walking in the fields in spring, intoxicating even before you drink,” Wang Hao continued, nodding vigorously, “That’s why you need to drink Hundred Herb Wine from an Ancient Vine Cup. A cup carved from a hundred-year-old vine enhances the aromatic essence of the wine.”
Zhao Zhenhao asked, “What is this Hundred Herb Wine, actually?”
Well… I honestly don’t know.
Wang Hao bluffed decisively, “It’s a medicinal wine, like Hongmao Medicine Wine, ever heard of it? The kind that nourishes yin and fortifies kidneys.”
Zhao Zhenhao expressed strong agreement, “Oh… I see, got it!”
Wang Hao went on, “To drink Shaoxing Champion Wine, you should use an old porcelain cup, preferably a Northern Song porcelain cup; Southern Song will do but it shows a decline, and as for Yuan Porcelain, it’s somewhat crude.” He said as none in the crowd had heard or even thought about this before, and Wang Hao continued, “And pear blossom wine? That should be drunk from a jade cup. Bai Juyi’s poem ‘Spring View in Hangzhou’ goes: ‘Red sleeves weaving silk bragging about persimmon leaves, green flags selling wine by the blooming pear trees.’ Imagine the liquor stores in Hangzhou hanging emerald-like green flags, making the pear blossom wine look particularly splendid, so naturally, it should also be served in jade cups.”
After this lengthy discourse by Wang Hao, the crowd was utterly confused.
It was the first time they heard that there were so many intricacies in drinking alcohol.
Now it seems that their previous way of drinking was mere guzzling; only this enlightening conversation defined elegance!
“Nice one, Brother Hao,” Wang Mengfei said in shock, “Where did you learn all this stuff? I’m almost dizzy listening!”
Yes, not just her, looking at Bai Yaning and Zhao Zhenhao’s expressions—clearly, they were too…
Ah, when I first read “Break the Heavens,” I thought this section was very classy, so I decisively memorized it. See? Knowledge is power!
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“Usually, I love looking up information,” Wang Hao smirked, taking credit for the effort, “Over time, accumulating little by little, you eventually learn a lot.”
“No wonder, Brother Hao,” Zhao Zhenhao’s admiration for Wang Hao was like the endless river, “I really can’t match the breadth of your knowledge.”
“That’s why we say our ancestors from the Heavenly People’s Republic were amazing,” Wang Hao laughed heartily and changed the topic, “Let’s talk about something else, you all have heard the idiom ‘half a catty eight taels,’ right?”
Everyone nodded together, “Heard of it!”
Wang Hao asked, “Do you know where the phrase comes from?”
Everyone shook their heads together, “Don’t know!”
Wang Hao explained, “Back when Emperor Qin Shi Huang unified the six nations, he standardized weights and measures. How to handle weight units? Observing the stars, someone suggested, ‘Your Majesty, as I observed the stars at night, I saw sixteen brightest stars. Why not standardize the weight unit as one catty equals sixteen taels?’ The Emperor laughed, ‘Which sixteen stars?’ The minister replied, ‘They are the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, the Six Stars of the Southern Dipper, and the three stars of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity.’ Emperor Qin pondered briefly, delighted, he said, ‘Excellent! Merchants seek profits, if they dare shortchange, a missing tael will be called deducting fortune, two missing taels injuring prosperity, three, curtailing longevity. This is good!’ Thus, the unit was set—you see, a catty equals sixteen taels, doesn’t half a catty perfectly equate to eight taels?”
Again, the crowd was baffled—this historical anecdote was entirely new to them!
As the conversation went on, nobody else had a chance to interrupt; Brother Hao’s knowledge was simply astonishing!
Luckily, then his mom came out to relieve everyone, “Dumplings are ready, what are you all spacing out for? Come and eat while they’re hot!”
At this point, Zhao Zhenhao felt more and more fond of Wang Hao’s parents; it’s easy to add frostings, but providing fuel in snowy weather moved people the most!
“I’ll try Auntie’s cooking!” Zhao Zhenhao decisively picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks, “Hmm, smells so good.”
Bai Yaning hurriedly followed, “I’ll also try one first.”
Brother Fei decisively joined in, “I want the one with celery filling!”
The dinner went incredibly well, and everyone enjoyed themselves. At night, as Wang Hao saw them off to their car, he couldn’t help exclaiming, “Ah, despite high-born as Miss Ice Princess and Zhao are, they are quite easy-going. And Brother Fei… Eh?! Today, Brother Fei was also pretty normal! That’s rare!”
Forget it, forget it, don’t overthink it, time to go to sleep!
These past few days, Xiao Cangtian had been checking the data for “Break the Heavens” every day, finding it increasingly difficult to sleep.
“Break the Heavens’ data is just outrageous,” a single day saw a jump of twenty thousand followers, and it’s still growing crazily at a rate of more than two thousand five hundred followers every day.
Compared with Break the Heavens, his own book seemed completely crushed.
“No way, absolutely not!” Xiao Cangtian was so angry he almost smashed his computer. “After all, I’m a veteran top author, how can I let a newbie outshine me?!”
His book “Martial Break the Heavens” had only about fifteen thousand followers and around two thousand daily recommendation tickets.
Such data was merely a backdrop compared to Break the Heavens.
“Damn it, let’s do this!” After watching for a while and seeing the data for Break the Heavens crazily rise, Xiao Cangtian slammed the desk, “I can’t let him keep overshadowing me; I must take him down!”
Thinking this, as a veteran top author on Fengyun Chinese Network, Xiao Cangtian still had plenty of resources.
Xiao Cangtian: “God of Brushing, are you there?”
Fengyun God of Brushing: “Here, what does the top author need?”
Xiao Cangtian: “Help me manipulate two books, no problem right?”
Fengyun God of Brushing: “Two books? Aren’t you only writing one book right now?”
Xiao Cangtian: “I want my own book pushed to number one on the recommended click ranking. How much?”
Fengyun God of Brushing: “Package deal, I’ll charge you eight thousand for a week, friend’s price. You know it’s not high.”
Xiao Cangtian: “Sure, for the other book, just brush five thousand followers and lock his index, got it?”
Fengyun God of Brushing: “Holy shit, big move from a top author, no problem!”
After closing Taobao Wangwang, Xiao Cangtian snorted coldly. “Break the Heavens, huh? A flashy newcomer is it? Today, old man here will show you what resources mean! Compete with me? Wait another twenty years!”
Inside the editorial department of Fengyun Chinese Network.
Wen Song was reviewing books, sending contract messages to those deemed suitable and discarding the rest.
Busy at work, suddenly Jiang Shan, the editor sitting next to him, exclaimed in surprise, “Wen Song, Wen Song, come look at this, something’s off with these numbers!”
“What’s wrong?” Wen Song didn’t even look up, asking, “Why the fuss? Which book’s data is incorrect?”
“Break the Heavens!” Jiang Shan urgently said, “The speed of its follower increase is off!”
“What?!” Hearing it was Break the Heavens, Wen Song instantly panicked as it was his most favored book of the year and hurried over. “What’s off about the follower increase speed?”
As the two discussed, several other editors quickly gathered around.
After all, Break the Heavens was the most sensational new book in the last couple of years; it would indeed be a pity if there were any issues.
“Look,” said Jiang Shan, “it’s currently at 23,658 followers right?”
Jiang Shan continued, “Let’s wait a minute, refresh, and then check again.”
A minute later, Jiang Shan pressed the refresh button, and the follower count for Break the Heavens displayed was—23,736!
“23,736!” Everyone exclaimed. “It increased by nearly eighty followers in one minute?!”
“This speed is definitely off,” Wen Song immediately broke into a cold sweat: “This Silk Worm Beans, could he have been brushing followers these last few days?! Then, his previous week’s gain of over twenty thousand followers, could it also be fake?!”
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