Boss Chang made a mistake and lost 5 pounds of liquor, swearing to set the price himself and never ask anyone else again! Isn’t it just booze? Isn’t it just raw liquor? He watched Master Jiang, unable to wait a moment, ride his electric scooter straight down the mountain, sneaking off with a big jug of liquor. When he saw Boss Chang, he grinned and said, "I just want 5 pounds, not much... Look how good this liquor is! I’ll have to ask someone to send me a vat later..." "Also, I don’t know what price you’re setting. If I give too little, I’m afraid it will be unfair to the host. Boss Chang, let me know once you’ve decided." After thinking about it, he added with a pained expression, "If it’s more than 60,000 yuan per pound, then I’ll only take 4 pounds..." His face was devastated as he said this. If Boss Chang hadn’t known Master Jiang was the chef at his hotel before, he’d have thought he was here to jack up the price! 60,000 yuan per pound?! Isn’t that price a bit too much... He hadn’t even tasted it yet! But soon, Song Tan poured him a small cup: "I was going to give you a cup during dinner, but they’re waiting for it. You’re the big boss; you set the price first." Though his words were polite, the pour was particularly steady. It really was just a mouthful. Boss Chang deeply inhaled the aroma from the cup. If it weren’t for the outstanding aroma, he would’ve mumbled "stingy" again. But this aroma was just too exceptional. He’d drunk pure grain liquor before, but none smelled ! Carefully sipping it, a sweet and crisp aroma burst in his mouth, like a subtle flame creeping through spring grass, igniting all his taste buds! The liquid slid down his throat, seemingly carrying a flame straight to his stomach, but instead of burning pain, it was warm and comforting. The deep wine aroma burst from his mouth, causing Boss Chang to sway and feel a bit dizzy. "No way?" Song Tan looked at the liquor in his hand: "The strength has increased again." But soon Boss Chang sobered up, demonstrating through action that the liquor’s strength hadn’t increased; it was just that he personally couldn’t handle it well. Once sober, Boss Chang sat there in a daze for a while, staring at the small cup in front of him, wanting for a moment to lick it clean... But a person needs to maintain some dignity. He was calculating in his mind the suitable price, silent for a moment, when he turned and saw Secretary Zhu drive up from the village, also carrying several large plastic jugs of liquor: "Song Tan, where’s my liquor? Load me up with 20 pounds!" "Do you want me to send it directly?" Song Tan checked the time: "Brother Xiaozhang will be here in the afternoon." "No, no, no, definitely not! My grandpa can’t drink too much. I’m using this to manage him!" Secretary Xiaozu was anxious: "And a few others can’t drink casually either! First load me 20 pounds; during festivals, I’ll send some to make them crave it!" Boss Chang thought to himself, how filial you are... But then he realized, it’s said they only made over 300 pounds of this liquor in total. With all the sending and drinking at home, it’s been more than half a year, and now, in the blink of an eye, another 20-30 pounds are gone! Song Tan’s home still needs to keep 50 pounds... Just at this thought, he almost needed an oxygen tank! He rushed into the house: "Um, um... Boss Song! How many pounds of liquor are left? Whatever’s left, 50,000 per pound, I’ll take it all!" Song Tan: "...Though I haven’t weighed it yet, there should be about 150-160 pounds." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Boss Chang really is a spendthrift cherub! Even receiving the money, Song Tan felt a bit burn-in-hand. As honest farmers, making this kind of money always made them feel unsure inside... But then she thought, why be unsure? The sorghum was grown with her own spiritual energy, and the liquor was stored in her spirit-gathering array cave. It’s good stuff! Plus, each pound of liquor can be turned into about four pounds! Making 50,000 per pound, Boss Chang would only profit more! Really, staying with her parents in the village for so long, with spiritual energy thinly trickling everywhere daily, she almost forgot how precious it is now. So she quickly felt at ease. After thinking, she turned to ask Lun Chuan: "Do you have many friends? I’ll reserve 10 pounds for you to give to others." Lun Chuan thought about it and nodded: "Okay, later I’ll customize some bottles and distribute them after mixing." Thus, before Boss Chang could speak, he realized his 150-160 pounds instantly decreased by another 10 pounds... This is not gonna work! At this point, his fingers tapping the calculator almost pierced the screen! Just calculating based on 150 pounds! Boss Chang silently calculated the expense, finding that giving it all away would still be a bit economically pressing. At this moment, he was full of momentum: "No problem! I’ll take it all!" Song Tan: "...Alright, take it all." Inside the room, Secretary Xiaozu, carrying a plastic bucket, was dumbfounded. She’s quite wealthy, but if this money is used to buy liquor at 50,000 per pound... if she had known, she would’ve shamelessly bought some more earlier! Now she could only open her phone: "Grandpa, can’t afford food, please give me some money..." "Dad, drop some gold coins..." "Mom, need some pocket money..." This shopping spree complete, next time at grandpa’s, she’ll have them eating out of her hand! Meanwhile, Boss Chang couldn’t wait to look at Song Tan: "Don’t wait for the inspection report and license. Shall I give you a deposit first? Otherwise, my heart is never settled. Several dozen pounds have already gone just like that; if I delay any longer, what if there’s only 100 pounds next time?" Not only was he a businessman, but Boss Chang quickly offered an idea: "I know you don’t want to operate without a license... How about this, I’ll take a sample back today and get a report in 24 hours. Also, you give me three to five pounds for free first, and I’ll use it for promotion." He winked: "Don’t worry, the three to five pounds you give will be included in the total amount later; I definitely won’t let you be at a disadvantage." Song Tan also smiled: "Alright, did you bring a jug? If not, I’ll give you one later; pack 5 pounds to take back first." Boss Chang looked at the large jug identical to Secretary Xiaozu’s pointed out by Song Tan and was momentarily speechless. After a while, he couldn’t help but ask, "I feel like you’re quite adept at doing business; you’re always thorough in packaging..." This wasn’t nonsense; it was watching how Song Tan’s home never skimps when packaging and mailing. "Why haven’t you thought about properly packaging these expensive things?" Song Tan laughed: "If I went to the trouble of properly packaging it, why would I need you to help sell it? What’s more, being unsupported, selling the liquor myself would soon attract a circle of ravenous wolves." Being a businessman, Boss Chang understood well the trouble that comes from possessing a treasure. At this moment, he sighed: "Then..." He became solemn: "Thank you for the trust!"