For the common people, a cheap, inferior whiskey costing less than one yuan, preferably under 50 cents, is exactly what they need.
But standing at James's level, and those significant figures he was about to network with, discussing cheap liquor was pointless.
Expensive liquor was meaningful.
Arthur nodded slightly and said with some pride, "The first batch of liquor I stockpiled included mid to high-end spirits, Gold Label and Delan."
James glanced at Councilman Williams, who closed his eyes, and in James's mind, the label of Arthur being an idiotic younger brother was firmly attached.
He wasn't even clear about what should be stockpiled first, what should come next; making money this time was purely a stroke of luck.
If it weren't for his having a good father who was able to tell him about Golden Port City's impending prohibition, he wouldn't have made a penny from alcoholic beverages!
But... who else shares the surname Williams?
