Someone asked, "May I ask, Grand Commandant, is this wine... for sale?"

Upon hearing this, the wicked man deliberately swirled his wine glass slowly, looking around with great interest.

The envoys in the hall stared at him with burning eyes, all eager to know whether they could bring back this fine wine that could make one's "body burn after just one sip" to their own country.

“Selling… isn’t out of the question,” he said hesitantly, drawing out his words before flashing a mischievous smile. “However, the brewing process for this newly made wine in Qin is extremely complex, resulting in limited production. Furthermore, its high alcohol content and high production cost mean that if you were to sell it, the price wouldn’t be cheap…”

"Price is no object!" an envoy immediately interjected, afraid of being outmaneuvered. Judging by his exotic brocade robes and jeweled golden crown, he was clearly a wealthy merchant or nobleman. "My homeland has always been known for its fine wines. If I could obtain such a potent brew, I would be willing to pay a hefty price!"

These words immediately drew echoes from the other envoys, who repeatedly expressed their willingness to exchange gold, silver, jewels, and rare artifacts with Qin.

Some even offered, "If the Grand Commandant allows me to take it back, I am willing to offer a thousand fine horses!" In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall was pushed to another small climax.

Sitting not far away, Wu Shilu coughed a few times in a low voice and winked at the wicked husband, indicating that this was a fat sheep and should be slaughtered!

He recognized almost all the barbarians present. These people possessed gold, cattle, sheep, and other valuables—rare items in Qin, but commonplace in their own lands. If not now, when?

When the glassware was auctioned off at the market, a fortune was made, but it couldn't be sold indiscriminately. However, wine is a consumable, so it naturally became the second pillar of the market's economy, attracting more foreign merchants and dignitaries.

The wicked man's mind worked incredibly fast; he instantly understood Wu Shilu's idea and turned to ask, "Your Majesty, it's hard to refuse such hospitality, so perhaps... we... should tighten our belts and squeeze out some money to sell to these friendly brothers?"