Liu Qiangsheng once again experienced the toughness of Yang City's people. They did not care about his name or status at all—they only recognized money.
Watching the other party leave on their own, he could not help snorting. "What a bunch of unruly commoners!"
In truth, Boss Zhang could not really be called an unruly commoner. Just the vaguely hinted presence of Feng Jun was enough to make him cooperate obediently with Ye Qingyi.
No matter what, Boss Zhang would not easily offend someone like that. In fact, not long after leaving, he called Ye Qingyi and told her everything that had happened.
He did not hide the fact that he had tried to sell his shares at a high price, but he also stressed, "I only wanted to fleece that kid a little. He has plenty of money, so why not?"
In Boss Zhang's eyes, the core value of Three Lives Wine lay entirely in Feng Jun. The brand's influence... it was not that there was none, only that it was nearly nonexistent.
As long as Liu Qiangsheng dared to buy in, there was no need for anyone to overthink it. They could simply stop cooperating, buy another winery shell, and make Three Worlds Wine instead. What was so difficult about that?
Changing brands would definitely hurt their reputation, but what reputation had Three Lives Wine possessed before this? They could just build it back up.
Of course, doing so would still cause Ye Qingyi and Feng Jun some inconvenience.
Leaving aside the financial losses, simply promoting the product all over again would consume resources. To put it more bluntly, the Big Shots would have their time wasted because of it, and that would be Zhang's fault—some people's time could not be measured in money.
That was why he