Liu Zheng's eyes shifted and he dragged out his words.
"Of course it's me! Niu Ma that big fool doesn't know how to appreciate good wine at all, giving it Du Kang Wine Workshop's wine is a complete waste!"
The French Plane Tree was indeed fooled.
"What about the branches and bark?"
"I want ten bottles of Du Kang Wine Workshop's Golden Standard Wine."
The French Plane Tree made its demands.
"No way."
He refused without hesitation.
Du Kang Wine Workshop produces many types of wine, each with bronze, silver, and gold labels.
Liu Zheng had seen the procurement list; the total number of Golden Standard Wines was less than a hundred bottles. The French Plane Tree asked for one tenth, which wasn't just asking exorbitantly, it was like asking as exorbitantly as a Sphinx.
"Five bottles."
The French Plane Tree knew it was impossible, so it took a step back.
"Two bottles of Gold, three bottles of Silver, five bottles of Bronze; take it or leave it."
"Well, penny-pinching human."
