"Manager Lai, it's not just outsiders who think Qinglin Winery really used our Xiangshui Tribute Rice to make its wine. Those wineries still haven't given up, either." The assistant sounded somewhat frustrated. "I've already had people respond to them many times, but they keep pestering us with questions."
Lai Jing replied bluntly, "Put out an announcement. Say that the annual yield of our Xiangshui Tribute Rice is limited and fully documented, and that there's no record of any winery purchasing it to make wine."
"Understood, Manager Lai!" The assistant acknowledged.
Although Manager Lai's announcement wouldn't name Qinglin Winery outright, anyone with half a brain would think of it.
And there was no shortage of people online who loved stirring up trouble. They were sure to fan the flames, too.
Xiangshui Tribute Rice hadn't been especially famous before. It had only circulated among the wealthy.
After all, its annual yield was limited, and there was no need to promote it.
But after Xiangshui Tribute Rice had been mentioned several times alongside Qinglin Manor, it had become very well-known. Countless people online now knew that there was a kind of rice in the country that they couldn't afford to eat.
Its reputation had spread even further after a bottle of Qinglin Wine made from Xiangshui Tribute Rice sold at auction for 700,000 yuan last time.
Everyone assumed the freshly brewed Qinglin Wine had fetched such a high price because it was made with Xiangshui Tribute Rice.
So as soon as the official Xiangshui Tribute Rice account released its announcement, plenty of people took notice:
<...We hereby declare that none of our company's sales channels have any record of selling Xiangshui Tribute Rice to any winery for brewing. We hope the public won't be misled!>
Many people saw the announcement soon after it