Lin Junyan sighed, "Miss Qinghe knows quite a bit indeed, but I'm afraid there are some old affairs you're still unaware of."
Qinghe pursed her lips, motioning for him to speak, and assumed an attentive listening posture.
This really is a tale of karmic entanglement. When the old master of the Fang Family did not yet possess such a vast enterprise, he ventured out at a young age, making friends with a man surnamed Lin. This Lin was an honest and simple man with a family heirloom—a secret recipe for brewing wine. With this craft, his life was rather ordinary but comfortable, without worries for food or clothing. However, the old master of the Fang Family became covetous; with the recipe in his friend's hands, it was nothing more than a wasted piece of paper. The man had no head for business. He would shrink back at the thought of expanding the business, content with his life and showing no ambition.
