The atmosphere was harmonious, but it changed after Su Ziceng's regretful remark.
Zhou Dagen had been drinking and wasn't drunk yet. After hearing what Su Ziceng said, he snorted, sensing her intentions, "Regret what? Good wine, like good friends, only needs a few to appreciate it fully."
"I would like to ask Mr. Zhou to help manage the soon-to-open 'Lianyu' vineyard." After beating around the bush for quite a while, she finally got to the point. Asking for help was indeed more exhausting than scolding someone.
"Sorry," Zhou Dagen declined bluntly, "It's not that I, Zhou Dagen, am showing off, but between the people who have asked me to be a taster this year alone, if not a hundred, then fifty. Regardless of whether they are wealthy or powerful, I have refused all of them." Despite having gained some benefits, he didn't feel the slightest guilt and responded righteously.
