er seeing Han Xuan nodding, Butler Adolf walked not far away alone.
Dad looked for the wine racks and said, “Where are those Moutai used at the founding ceremony and the state banquet? Where were they put? Have you found them?” “I’m
looking. The wine bottles are all placed sideways, except You can see the bottle cap but not the label. Go and bring me a ladder.”
Soon, Father Han came pushing the wooden ladder with pulleys. After Han Xuan set it up, he climbed on it and looked around. It was easier than expected. Because on the paper cover of the bottle, “Founding Ceremony” is clearly written, with the word “Lai Mao” written below. On the
outside of the bottle, the pattern in the middle of the straw paper cover is a photo taken at the Tiananmen Gate Tower on the day when the founding of the People’s Republic of China was announced. The one that was later used in the textbook, you can see the figures of the great men in the pattern, and the sense of time comes to your face.
According to records, after the founding ceremony of the People’s Republic of China, the location of the state banquet was arranged at the old red-brick Beijing Hotel run by the French. The founding of the People’s Republic of China was announced at three o’clock in the afternoon. After the ceremony, they were busy receiving and greetings. By the time it was over, it was almost six o’clock, and they walked one kilometer away. The Beijing Hotel just started hosting a dinner party.
The important figures who attended the state banquet were all familiar names. If I just wrote about them, this book would be gone. Their high status is self-evident, and they were all the founding leaders of the country.
Naturally, the staff couldn’t be so busy during dinner that night and spent several hours putting the photos taken in the afternoon on the wine bottles.
Moreover, the people in the photo were all present at the time, so it seemed a bit too narcissistic to do so. It could only be that the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse later added the cover to highlight the value of this batch of wine.
Then it was like this, spanning half a century, until they were delivered to Mr. Han.
“Dad, how many bottles can you bring with you?”
“Three bottles, it should be enough. I don’t think I can drink much. Other friends from my childhood will also go at noon. , we all lived in the same street at that time, and there were more than a dozen children playing together. It seemed that there were quite a lot of people participating. Many of my friends I hadn’t seen in more than ten years. We lost contact after I moved away, and I haven’t even gone back several times. When you see them, they all have their own things to do.”
“If there are many people, bring more wine. Let’s take five bottles and leave one for the old man. We can’t kill them all. This is too unethical. I remember it was written in a book However, the Maotai used at the state banquet that year was cobbled together from nearby restaurants. Now it seems that this rumor is correct. Look at this bottle o