Once the Brewery began production, they temporarily did not need so many people. Li Qinwu paid off the thirty-odd underlings Little Knife had brought and sent them all away.
These underlings took the Fertilizer Vouchers—an amount that would have taken them years to earn—and left Li Qinwu's place grinning. Before leaving, they even said that if Boss Li ever needed them, they would gladly come back to help.
After dismissing them, Li Qinwu looked at the Fertilizer Coupons he had left and felt a little pained.
He had previously possessed a fortune of 110,000, but after this round of investment—buying equipment and hiring people—he had spent so much that only 20,000 remained!
And this batch of liquor would not be ready for at least another five days. Li Qinwu could not stand seeing his inventory so empty, so he planned to head out and earn some money.
He first arranged for all the Hideout's production to continue, then called out his core underlings.
Little Knife, Silent One, Little Joel, Little Joel's parents, and Little Joel's teenage younger brother.
Women and children, young and old—he had everything. What a formidable force. Li Qinwu was very satisfied.
"Ahem."
Li Qinwu gave a performative cough and looked at his crew. "I'm going out to handle some business later. Watch the house and keep an eye on the fermentation pools.
"Of course, you all need to do some work too. Don't just sit around here slacking off and shooting the breeze all day."
Li Qinwu looked at Little Joel.
"Your spine may be broken, but you can still shoot from a wheelchair, right? You haven't forgotten the military knowledge in that head of yours, have you?"
Little Joel nodded from his wheelchair.
"I haven't. I can still shoot."
Li Qinwu pulled out two rebel-made