Master Bai's speed is incredible! Look at this rate, he can brew quite a bit of monkey wine in a day!

"I thought of that too."

If Monkey Wine doesn't sell, we'll develop our own new wine, using Monkey Wine as a base.

"I understand. It means that monkey wine has become the raw material, and then we need to find a way to blend it into a new wine."

Yes, that's exactly what I mean.

However, I have confidence in Master Bai; the taste of Monkey Wine will definitely win over the masses.

Zhuang Zhimeng was right.

On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the park began promoting its monkey wine.

Various high-level clients are very interested in buying, and people keep calling to inquire.

People flocked to the park early on the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, blocking the park gates completely.

Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai both entered the park through the back gate.

"Honey, this is so popular!"

I already said the quantity is limited, and even with so many people, it's impossible for everyone to buy them, yet they still insist on coming.

We need to think of a solution.

"Honey, how about we draw lots?"

"Good idea. We'll draw 300 people for the first time, and each person can buy a maximum of 10 jin (5 kg)."

"Well, three thousand catties is enough for the first time. That would be a lot for most people."

Tang Zuye used a megaphone to announce the rules of the lottery.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Each unit or individual should send a representative to draw lots."

Those who win the lottery can buy ten bottles at once, totaling ten jin of monkey wine.

Those who didn't win will have another chance; they'll be selling them again during the National Day holiday.

The crowd lined up and began drawing lots.

Meanwhile, Pierre was already sitting in Zhuang Zhimeng's office, asking directly.

"Zhimeng, let's skip the formalities. How much of the monkey wine can you sell me at most?"

Zhuang Zhimeng took out a small cup filled with monkey wine.

“Mr. Pierre, please try it first. If it suits your taste, then we can talk.”

Pierre downed it in one gulp.

“I love it so much, Zhimeng, you must sell it to me.”

"I can sell you 120 jin of wine, which is 100 bottles."

"It seems to be different from the specifications that your park sells to others?"

"Yes, the larger the volume, the higher the price. If you want to buy the same size of monkey wine, I can only sell you eighty jin."

"Zhi Meng, you're a good businessman. I want 120 catties of monkey wine."

"No problem, where should I deliver it to?"