"I have absolutely no concerns about the integrity of your Ruyilou."

We've been doing business together for a while now, and besides, if you're not honest...

"At worst, I'll lose money this year; I can just brew more wine next year and sell it to someone else."

Mr. Huang said quite frankly, not taking the wine that had been hyped up to an exorbitant price seriously at all.

"Grandma, don't have that idea. Cooperation means always cooperating with Ruyilou."

Do you think the price can be lowered a bit, for example, to 28? You can offer 28, and we'll offer 88.

Although you provided the drinks, Ruyilou is responsible for delivery, sales, and dealing with powerful figures; the costs are truly high.

Manager Han kept listing the importance and challenges of Ruyi Tower. Madam Huang sat there listening with a smile, without saying a word.

Finally, Manager Han felt he couldn't continue speaking.

"You should give me a response, whether you agree or disagree?"

“I disagree. I already said it should be split 50/50, but you disagreed.” Huang finally spoke up.

"Grandma, our boss definitely won't agree to a 50/50 split. How about we split it 30/70? You get 30% and we get 70%?"

Manager Han asked tentatively.

"Four-six, I'll give you four and you six, this is the biggest concession this old woman can make."

As for whether Ruyilou is trustworthy or not, this old woman is not worried about that. She will know once she goes to the capital.

Furthermore, for the sake of long-term cooperation, I believe that Ruyilou wouldn't do something so short-sighted.

Huang revealed his bottom line.

"Okay, deal."

Manager Han quickly wrote the contract, fearing that Madam Huang might renege on the deal. He hoped that even a ten percent reduction would be acceptable, and even if Madam Huang didn't lower the price, he would still have to agree.

With this wine, even if the owner can advance further in the future, it would be a win to maintain relationships in the capital.

Fortunately, Manager Han had just acted as if he was going through a lot of pain, otherwise Huang would have definitely seen through his true intentions.

Even a ten percent reduction can mean a significant loss of money.

In fact, Huang was not as greedy as she appeared.

Before coming to see Manager Han, the grandfather and grandson had already discussed that if the wine were left in the hands of the Zhao family, not only would the price not go up, but it might also bring trouble.

Even a 20% cut from Ruyilou would have been considered expensive. The Huang family is already quite satisfied with the 40% split.

After all, the Zhao family isn't short of money. You can't just fleece them all at once; you have to be careful. If you wipe them out completely at once, you'll lose a lot of money.

The contract was signed and both parties were satisfied.

Manager Han had the kitchen pack a lot of Ruyilou's signature dim sum for Huang's family, and arranged a carriage to personally accompany Huang's family to Zhao Family Village to pick up the goods.

When a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages and more than twenty men in black riding tall horses entered Zhao Family Village, someone notified Village Chief Zhao that someone was causing trouble in the village.

They quickly assembled a team of seventy or eighty able-bodied men, armed with various weapons, including shovels, machetes, hoes, and carrying poles.

The scene was extremely tense, giving the impression that a sneeze could trigger a major battle.

Huang sensed something was wrong and pulled back the carriage curtain.

Only after seeing Huang Shi in the car did Village Chief Zhao allow them to pass.

The arrival of the large group caused such a commotion that, apart from the temporarily assembled group of able-bodied men, the villagers followed the convoy to the Zhao family's old house.

One carriage after another entered the Zhao family courtyard, where men in black carefully carried out many jars from the main room of the Zhao family.

The villagers were starting to get agitated.

"Da Kui's family, what kind of money-making business has she come up with this time? Why do they have so many jars? What's in them? Pickled vegetables or eggs?"

Why are they so old? They must be making a fortune!

Da Kui's family didn't even glance at the gossiping people next to them.

"How would I know? Didn't you see all these people? Look at the clothes they're wearing, the material is obviously fine cotton."

It seems like your husband hasn't even worn a single piece of fine cotton clothing yet.

Judging from the things these old people are carrying, it's definitely not cheap stuff like pickled vegetables and eggs. Let's keep watching, we'll find out later by asking around.

The villagers who were watching had all sorts of opinions.

The entrance to the Zhao family's house was completely surrounded by people.

Initially, there were probably around two hundred people.

Later, the number grew to four or five hundred people, and more people continued to walk towards the Zhao family's house.

Manager Han stood at the entrance of the Zhao family's main room, constantly shouting his wares.

"Be careful, be careful, don't bump into anything."

Have all the quilts been laid out on the vehicle? After each jar is placed on it, it must be carefully wrapped with straw.

"If you break even one jar, selling all of you wouldn't be enough to cover the loss."

Over the years, I've never realized that Manager Han is such a talkative person.

But then I thought about it and felt relieved. This wine was being sold for a thousand taels of silver per catty in the capital. These jars came in ten-catty and twenty-catty sizes.

My goodness, the silver in my hands is worth ten or twenty thousand taels!

Suddenly, all the men in black felt as if their arms weighed a ton.

The way he held the wine jar with such tenderness and care was even more delicate than when he held his own son.

It's true that even if I sold myself, I couldn't afford to lose the money.

Unless you sacrifice your descendants.

After all the wine was loaded onto the truck, two jars remained in the main room of the Zhao family's house.

Just as Manager Han was about to suggest taking the two jars with him, Madam Huang stopped him.

"Manager Han, please keep these two jars. With all the commotion today, I should leave some for the village elders to try."

"No, old lady, do you know the price of this wine? These two jars are worth at least 40,000 taels of silver. You're willing to let everyone try it?"

This is too expensive. Let me take it with me.

Manager Han was so heartbroken he stammered.

"Hey, what's the big deal? We all share the same ancestor, so the elders of the clan should at least get a taste."

We're all living one day less each day, and besides, we should try it ourselves.

I can't just work hard for months and not get a single bite. If my kids found out, they'd be worried sick every day.

This is so upsetting; if I don't study hard, it'll be a huge problem. All that tuition I've paid for all this time will have been for nothing."

Huang spouted a string of nonsense.

Finally, Manager Han reluctantly gave a thumbs up.

"The old lady is so generous. She just takes tens of thousands of taels of silver and goes ahead with it. I, Old Han, could never be so carefree."

Grandma, why don't you take another jar with you and keep one for yourself to try?

"Later, I can send you ten or eight jars of our Ruyilou's signature wine; that would be fine too."

Manager Han was heartbroken that the Huang family insisted on keeping the two jars of wine. He tried everything to persuade them and made all sorts of promises.