Qin Lin felt a headache coming on when he saw Liu Sanfeng again.
Last time, he'd made it perfectly clear that he had no interest in the traditional medicine world's medicinal wine tasting event. Who would've thought the man would come knocking again?
Had Liu Sanfeng not understood what he meant last time?
Liu Sanfeng greeted Qin Lin with a broad smile. "Boss Qin, I know you have a huge business to run and are busy most of the time. So I discussed it with several other traditional medicine families in the south, and we proposed holding the medicinal wine tasting event in You City. The Wen family and the traditional medicine families in the north agreed. It's the day after tomorrow."
"..." Qin Lin was at a loss for words. "Old Mr. Liu, I'm really not interested in this medicinal wine tasting event."
These traditional medicine families loved infighting. Why couldn't they just fight among themselves? Why did they have to drag him into it?
Besides, the higher-ups hadn't said anything yet. Why were they making a fuss? Wouldn't it be better to sit tight and follow the arrangements from above?
He'd already made himself clear last time, yet Liu Sanfeng had gone ahead and brought the event to You City.
Wasn't that practically an attempt to pressure him into joining?
Liu Sanfeng looked helpless at Qin Lin's response. "Boss Qin, I know you're busy, but I've tasted the Wen family's medicinal wine through some connections. Their wine really is better than what the southern families make. Only your Qinglin Medicinal Wine can compete with it. Your wine is also part of the southern tradition of Chinese medicine. For the sake of both principle and sentiment, you can't just stand by and do nothing."
It was clear that Liu