President Bao's words made Qin Lin smile. "President Bao, why don't you try some for yourself?"
Looking at Qin Lin's confident expression, President Bao felt his heart racing.
So it was true.
Otherwise, why would Boss Qin be so confident?
Besides, someone like Boss Qin had no reason to lie to him.
Li Qing said without hesitation, "President Bao, if Qin Lin says we can try it, then let's try it."
His words were full of anticipation. He'd gone ahead and included himself, turning it into "we."
As he spoke, he picked up the ladle beside him, opened a barrel of 50-year-old Maotai wine, and scooped some out.
He put it straight into his mouth. After just one sip, he looked intoxicated with delight. "This texture, this rich aroma..."
Then he handed the ladle to President Bao. "President Bao, give it a try!"
Seeing the ages marked on the barrels had already shocked President Bao. Now, he could hardly contain his curiosity. He took the ladle and tasted the wine.
In an instant, the rich aroma and delicate texture of the 50-year-old Maotai flowed down his throat like a fine silk thread.
"It... it really is over 50 years old!" President Bao recognized its age and was completely stunned.
Li Qing took the ladle back, opened the 60-year-old Maotai, and scooped out another taste. The 60-year-old wine left him even more intoxicated.
When he handed the ladle to President Bao and the latter tasted it, President Bao's expression grew even more astonished.
It really was 60-year-old Maotai.
He'd only ever tasted this kind of wine once, when he was young, and even then, it had been just a small cup at the home of a major wine collector.
The other man had only had one small bottle. After that, President