The ten representative teams were like crazed, embodying the slogan of the Jian Nanchun team, "Aim at the southeast, never cease fighting."
And sitting in the guest seats, Chairman Zhang Jiachen was dumbfounded. What was going on? Weren't they all supposed to come together to take down Longteng Liquor Industry's Wu Long Drunk? How had an internal conflict started first?
Vice-Chairman Zhang Haidong patted Zhang Jiachen on the shoulder, "Don't overthink it, this is the true spirit of our baijiu."
"After drinking our liquor, you can walk before the gates of hell; after drinking our liquor, not even thousands of troops could make you flinch; after drinking our liquor, you could strut alongside the pheasants of Mount Haonan."
Zhang Haidong sneered proudly. That's what passion is, isn't it? Otherwise, what's the point in selling baijiu? Might as well sell soft drinks. Sure, they won't get you drunk, but there's no passion there.
