Mo Zidao said this, but the man simply didn't believe him. Look, his crafty eyes had just spotted him hiding the wine. It must be some kind of treasure.
The man took a seat next to Mo Zidao. "Come on, Brother Mo, let's see what you've hidden. Is it thirty-year-old Maotai? Or maybe twenty-year-old Jiannanchun?"
"Really, it's not. It's something a friend of my son brewed himself. He brought me a little to try."
Mo Zidao smiled as he spoke. For these politicians, there was almost none who couldn't drink. Whether it was to cope or to flatter, they were all heavy drinkers.
After listening to him, the man, Old Gao, felt a bit disappointed. Suddenly he sniffed and directly picked up his glass, downing the half cup that was left.
"Tsk tsk." Old Gao smacked his lips, then suddenly his eyes widened in astonishment, his body jolted as if electrified.
