You really had to admire these leaders. Their capacity for liquor was no joke.
The next day, he called. "Get me five cases of that wine from yesterday—I'll have someone settle the payment with you on the spot."
That was how social dealings worked. Treating guests to a couple of fifty-thousand-yuan bottles was normal, but taking five cases of wine for free from someone else was inappropriate—those were worth three million yuan.
They knew how to do business here, too. They said they did not have five cases, only two cases of aged liquor left. "We'll give you three cases of Three Lives Wine as well. It's good wine too, just a little cheaper—twenty thousand a bottle."
That was the good thing about Dragon City. As long as something was precious enough, there was no shortage of discerning buyers.
Mr. Peng's old classmate's son sold forty cases of wine in half a month. Making over a million yuan was a minor matter; the key was that plenty of people were chasing after him, urging him to get more of that wine back as soon as possible.
The man was bold as well. Seeing that the market approved of it, he prepared more than eighty million yuan and planned to buy one hundred cases of each kind.
This time, he made a special trip to Yang City, wanting to meet that mysterious boss in person.
Unfortunately, a sharp-looking middle-aged man received him and said, "Our boss doesn't handle trivial matters like this. You can treat me as the boss."
No wonder even Mr. Peng took this person seriously. As he was leaving, he could not help sighing inwardly. An eighty-million-yuan deal still could not earn him a meeting with the other party.
He had invested heavily this time, but the money