Liu Limin spent just more than a hundred taels of silver to poach seven old brewing masters from the Meng Family Wine House, all of whom possessed exquisite brewing techniques. For Liu's Brewery, this was like picking up a great bargain.
Of course, for the Meng Family Wine House, it was a heavy loss.
Meng Yuanjian couldn't care less about these matters; he had already taken that more than a hundred taels of silver and vanished into who knows which gambling house. The steward was left seething with anger, barely able to calm down. When he finally arrived at Meng Mansion, he found that he had been furious far too soon.
Meng Tong, who had always regarded the wine house as his lifeline, was sitting on the front steps with a face swollen like a pig's head, staring into space. Staring was one thing, but before long, he was heaving sighs and shedding tears.
