Although Zhang Wujin hadn't told him what was on his mind.
What did it matter if he embarrassed himself once, as long as it made his brother happy?
"By the way, Xiao Yuan, do you have any Tiger Penis Wine left?"
After the excitement died down, Zhang Wujin finally remembered what his father had asked him to do.
"Hm? Why do you want that wine again?
At your age, you don't need that much of a tonic, do you?"
Ye Yuan teased.
"Go ahead and make fun of me!
Look at me—do I seem like someone who needs that stuff?
This time, it's for one of my dad's friends.
You have no idea how crazy a man in his fifties can get when he experiences a second spring!"
Zhang Wujin was positively animated as he spoke about it.
"Stop right there! I don't have time to gossip about some old man's romantic escapades."
Ye Yuan quickly cut off Zhang Wujin before he could continue.
He truly had no interest in that sort of thing.
Especially when it came out of Zhang Wujin's mouth—it somehow felt inappropriate for children.
Ye Yuan was afraid the great god of censorship might come after him, so he immediately changed the subject.
"Fine, I won't talk about it. Then how about two bottles?
I know you've definitely got some stock left.
Would two bottles of Tiger Penis Wine for those limited-edition signed basketball shoes of mine be okay?"
Zhang Wujin knew that he had taken too much from Ye Yuan already.
If he didn't bleed a little this time, it would be truly difficult to get that kind of wine again.
"Deal! Shoes in one hand, wine in the other.
If you're also willing to part with that Kobe-signed Lakers jersey, I'll add another bottle!"