Soon after Lu Yishan left with excitement, Liu Xing had brought in another 3 people.
They all had private alcohol breweries.
Like Lu Yishan, the three people also behaved very meticulously when they entered.
The slightly younger one was more than 30 years old, the other two were at their 50s. All of them behaved politely and looked rich.
Zhang Tie told them to sit. After exchanging a glance with each other, the three guys also put a small half of their butts on the edges of their chairs in a very meticulous way like how Lu Yishan did.
"Well, you can introduce yourselves now!" Zhang Tie said as he waved his hand.
"Hermit, this humble man is Fang Tong, the master of Fang Clan in Qinghe City!" The eldest one stood up on his own initiative and introduced himself after throwing a glance at the other two.
"Do you have a private alcohol brewery?"
"Fang Clan indeed have an alcohol brewery in Qinghe City!"
"How large?"
