Three hours were neither short nor long.
After having the New Year's meal with Feng Jizi and playing a few rounds of chess, the time had passed.
As for what kind of chess they played, naturally it was Gomoku.
Liu Zheng's Go skills were enough to bluff Cow-Horse, but playing against an old monster like Feng Jizi would have been overestimating himself.
Gomoku, on the other hand, had all sorts of guaranteed-win patterns summarized by later generations, so they could at least go back and forth a little.
"Senior, this is for you."
Before leaving, he gave his game console to Feng Jizi after giving it some thought.
"When I come again next time, we can play games together."
Liu Zheng smiled.
"I would actually prefer it if you did not come again, little friend."
Though touched, Feng Jizi could not help sighing.
Trading nightmares for purchasing quotas was certainly dangerous, but trading beautiful dreams for purchasing quotas was even more tragic.
Those so-called beautiful dreams were actually one's happiest memories or hopes. Otherwise, they could not serve as brewing ingredients.
If a person lost those things, how would they be any different from a walking corpse?
"It's fine. Those lousy dreams are better off being traded for purchasing quotas."
Liu Zheng waved his tentacles.
"Mm."
Feng Jizi did not try to persuade him further.
He had already seen through this young friend of his. Though Liu Zheng appeared slick and glib on the surface, he was a person with an unwavering heart.
After purchasing the liquor, Feng Jizi sent Liu Zheng out of Du Kang Liquor Shop.
"Take good care of yourself, little friend. Farewell."
Feng Jizi cupped his hands, then turned and vanished.
"Daji, come help move the liquor."
Liu Zheng beckoned to Niu Daji in the car.