Upstairs.
Looking at the boxes of Moutai and Wuliangye laid out on the floor, Old Master Kang's eyes lit up.
Just as Qin Feng had guessed, when he used to work, he was the workshop director, and many people had brought him gifts. Occasionally, he had received Moutai or luxury goods, but after retirement, the gifts ceased and he had long forgotten the taste of Moutai.
Suddenly seeing so much Moutai, Old Master instinctively swallowed his saliva.
Although he was already eighty years old, he still enjoyed a small drink with each meal, so these Moutai and Wuliangye naturally went straight to his heart.
Not only Old Master Kang, but Kang Zhichao, standing nearby, also had his eyes shining. He was the youngest son, the one who tended to his father. Now there were sixteen cases of Moutai and Wuliangye combined. His father was already eighty years old and couldn't possibly drink that much liquor.
So, using a few cases for hosting guests or as gifts shouldn't be a problem, right?
