Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

receive……

slam-la-

Barrel after barrel of crude oil was stuffed into his secret wine cellar.

Here comes the problem.

The wine cellar was almost full, and there was still a huge pile of oil left outside that hadn't been put in.

The international standard oil drums are not small, more than half a meter in diameter and almost waist-high. His wine cellar, on the other hand, is a full 100 meters square, spacious enough for a horse to run across.

Even so, at most, it only filled about 28,000 barrels.

Not enough!

But Liu Dong remained calm.

There's still open space on the upper level.

We can just stack them up.

"receive!"

slam-la-

One layer, two layers... three layers and so on!

Finally, they stacked six layers together, managing to stuff all 160,000 barrels of oil inside.

Don't worry about the bottom collapsing—this wine cellar is really weird; the things inside seem to float, almost weightless, like they're floating in a spaceship.

By the time I finished all of this, it was already late at night.

He quietly left the warehouse and quickly stripped off all his clothes.

There's no way around it; wearing clothes while flying would be a waste of fabric.

whoosh-

A dark shadow pierced the night sky, soaring straight into the heavens.

boom! boom! boom!

The sonic booms continued, like a muffled rumble of thunder rolling across the sky.

The Air Force radar station, which was not far from him, immediately erupted in chaos.

"What's going on? Where did this supersonic target come from?"

"Quickly check the signal source! Are there enemy aircraft? Missiles?"

"Checked! There's nothing in the sky!"

The entire base was in complete chaos; after all that effort, they hadn't caught anything.

Forty-eight minutes later, Liu Dong landed steadily in a dense forest near the port of Hong Kong.

The first thing: Get dressed.

The second thing: They found the abandoned warehouse they had been eyeing and poured out a bunch of crude oil.

Half an hour later, the purchasing manager of Xiangjiang Refinery arrived at the scene.

"Hmm? This oil has a nice color, quite pure." The manager leaned closer to examine it, then looked up and asked, "What's your price?"

This oil refinery is privately owned, with flexible sourcing channels. As long as the oil is reliable and the price is acceptable, they can negotiate with anyone.

Liu Dong said, "It costs four and a half US dollars per barrel to transport oil to the dock from outside. I'm cheaper here, four dollars per barrel. But there's one condition—cash settlement in US dollars."

After some back and forth, the two finally agreed on the deal.

Transportation in Hong Kong was slow and capacity was insufficient; it took a full half month to clear out the more than 160,000 barrels of oil.

The money arrived in my account, not a penny less.

The manager originally wanted to delay payment for a few more days and try some underhanded tactics.

As a result, Liu Dong casually raised his hand and shattered a nearby iron pillar, glancing over indifferently.

The other party was so frightened that they immediately transferred the money overnight and even forced a luxury apartment in downtown Hong Kong as compensation.

Liu Dong didn't refuse and accepted everything.

He made a net profit of $645,000 from this deal.

Without a moment's delay, he turned around and flew back to the United States, where he exchanged all his US dollars for gold at the gold shop window.

How much did you get in return?

522 kilograms.

More than half a ton of gold bars were carried straight home.

Hey!

An ounce of gold now sells for only $35.

But he knew that decades later this thing could soar to over $2000.

How much did it go up?

Almost sixty times!

It's not that gold has become more expensive, it's that the US dollar has depreciated.

This gold must be locked up and cannot be moved.

After all that, it was already the end of August when he got home.

"Xueru, look at this!"

He raised his hand, and the ground shimmered with golden light.

Gold bars, each weighing 500 grams, fell to the ground with a clatter, more than a thousand of them, piled up like a small mountain.

"This..." Chen Xueru was dumbfounded, her voice trembling, "Brother Liu Dong, did you earn all of this?"

"That's right!" Liu Dong laughed, "From now on, you won't have to worry about running the shop anymore."

"Mmm-hmm!" She nodded repeatedly, her eyes reddening.

That same day, he posted a notice: the stock of his family's traditional aged liquor was running out, and sales would cease from that day forward.

The tavern's supplies were also completely cut off.

The next thing is to wait patiently for the public-private partnership to be implemented.

However, there is still some money to be dealt with before that.

He was holding 500 million yuan in cash.

How to spend it?

Buy some wine!

They went straight to Niulanshan Distillery and bought 1500 jars, each weighing 100 jin (50 kg), totaling 150,000 jin (75,000 kg) of liquor.

More than 400 million yuan was invested.

In the end, there were a little over 70 million left, just the right amount, like the savings of a normal family.

These wines must be stored.

In another thirty years, all the distilleries will be gone, replaced by state-owned wineries, making it incredibly difficult to find a taste of the old-fashioned liquor.

While you can still buy them, it's always good to stock up.

He didn't convert all of the remaining 70 million into supplies.

I kept a portion of it specifically for collection.

Do you know about the first set of RMB banknotes?

These items became highly sought-after in the antique market in later generations, with a complete set fetching more than five million.

Without saying a word, Liu Dong prepared 100 sets and hid them carefully.

They'll all be treasures in the future.

……

Sunday, August 29, 1954.

Early in the morning, Wei Dali rode his bicycle into the yard.

"Liu Dong! Is he home?"

His voice was loud and clear, with great penetrating power.

Liu Dong came out of the house rubbing his eyes.

"Brother Wei? So early, did the stamps arrive?"

Wei Dali grinned: "That's right! After saving for two months, I finally collected three—here, take them!"

Three blue team mails arrived in my hands.

Liu Dong nodded: "Thanks."

"Hey!" Wei Dali rode away on his bicycle.

"Farewell, cousin!" Jia Dongxu from the Intermediate People's Court called out, then strolled over.

Not only did he come, but Old Jia and Jia Zhangshi also followed closely behind.

"Liu Dong, wait a minute!" Old Jia said with a smile, "I need to discuss something with you!"

"You're going to report to the steel rolling mill tomorrow, right? The neighborhood committee notified you, didn't they?"

Liu Dong replied, "Uncle Xu said so."

"That's good, that's good!" Old Jia patted him on the shoulder. "I was just afraid you'd forget something, so I reminded you."

Liu Dong, too lazy for pleasantries, went straight to the point: "Anything else?"

This time, it was Jia Zhangshi who spoke up: "Liu Dong, your brother Dongxu is getting married in fifteen days. Don't you have some good wine at home? Could you lend us a jar? We can sell it to you at a discount!"

Liu Dong smiled.

Before even discussing a deal, they're already asking for a discount?

He shook his head: "I'm sorry, that wine was brewed by my grandfather himself, and this is all that was left. I sold some before, and I'm keeping the rest for myself, so I'm not selling it."

"You'd better think of another way."

Old Jia quickly interjected, "Hey, Liu Dong, don't be so stingy! I just want ten jin (5 kg) to add to the wedding banquet wine for a little fragrance; it'll make our relatives and friends look good!"

Liu Dong sneered: "My reputation doesn't depend on your wedding banquet."

"It's related!" Old Jia lowered his voice. "Give me ten catties of liquor, and I'll take you on as my apprentice after you get into the factory. Listen to me, and I guarantee you'll have a bright future!"

boom!

The door slammed shut, leaving not a single crack.

Old Jia and his family stood frozen at the door, their faces turning green.

"You..." Old Jia gritted his teeth, "Liu Dong, you've got guts! Just you wait and see!"

"If I run into trouble at the factory later, I'll have nowhere to cry!" The next day, just as dawn was breaking...

Liu Dong hopped on his old bicycle and headed toward the steel rolling mill.