Boss Zhang vaguely sensed that something was off. He lowered his head to look at the five-pound jug he was carrying—there was less than half a jug left. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke. "Hah, I got angry just now, so I didn't take any wine... Fuck it, I don't care."
"Don't," Wang Shiwei's voice grew slightly louder. "You may not be interested, but I'd really like to know what kind of wine it can produce... How about I collect those two pounds under your name?"
"Old Wang, you really are wicked." Boss Zhang burst out laughing. "You definitely know what's so good about this wine, don't you? You actually wanted to cheat me out of my share... You really have no loyalty at all."
"Haha, you have your clever moments too?" Wang Shiwei laughed as well. After laughing for a while, he spoke seriously. "Old Zhang, if I were you, I'd take the wine home and drink one or two taels by myself when no one was around... It'd be a waste to let others drink it."
"Mm." Boss Zhang pondered for several seconds before asking again, "Is it really that good?"
"It really is that good!" Wang Shiwei answered without hesitation, then added tactfully, "Old Zhang, having two percent of the shares is already very good. You must cherish it."
Boss Zhang hung up and silently shook his head. He really had harbored some inappropriate thoughts just now, but after Old Wang's reminder, he finally realized that greed had clouded his judgment.
That person from Luohua Manor was said to possess supernatural abilities. This wine was part of his arrangement.
Even if Boss Zhang were blinded by greed and unafraid of retaliation from a wealthy man, who wouldn't fear that mysterious, unseen power?
So he should obediently