"Haha, Sister Qingshan, I have a brewery in Guangshi. We use the ancient Chinese method to brew grain wine. It tastes pretty good. These old guys have all tried it! If Sister Qingshan is interested, we can cooperate and produce a batch of medicinal wine. I will pay all the costs of making the medicinal wine, and you will provide technical guidance. If we make any money, we will split it 30% and 70% respectively. What do you think?"

Qingshan had an idea. If he could really do the medicinal wine business, it would be a good way to make money!

"Of course you can, but it's still 70% for you and 30% for me. After all, the quality of the medicinal wine is very important."

Qingshan thought that making medicinal wine himself did not require much technical skills, so it would be a bit unfair to ask for 70% of the profit.

Zhan Kunpeng and the other two people quit:

"Old goat, what do you mean? Why don't you think of your brothers for such a good thing?"

"Who says it's not? I want to buy shares too!"

"Everyone who listens will have a share!"

These old men are not stupid. How can they worry about selling such delicious medicinal wine? Just that small jar, at 500 Hong Kong dollars, there will definitely be people vying for it! This is a business with a guaranteed profit and a bright future. Anyone who doesn't invest is a fool!

Chu Shanyang was overjoyed to see Qingshan agreed, and the other old men also got their wish and invested. The five of them sat at the tea table and made a big deal.

The name of the medicinal wine was "Buxianxian." Qingshan suggested that Buxianxian be divided into low-end and high-end. The low-end medicinal wine would be mainly for the general public, with good quality and low price, seeking value for money. The high-end medicinal wine, on the other hand, would not need to be produced in large quantities, but must be of high quality, and naturally more expensive. Chu Shanyang and the "shareholders" present all agreed.

Qingshan gave Chu Shanyang a prescription and asked him to follow the prescription, boil the medicine liquid, and make low-end medicinal wine.

Qingshan asked Chu Shanyang to transport a batch of high-end grain wine to Lian City, and she would make the high-end wine by herself. After the high-end medicinal wine was ready, she would notify Chu Shanyang to transport it back to Hong Kong Island.

As for the trivial matters such as packaging, advertising and sales of medicinal wine, they are left to other shareholders.

Chu Shanyang looked embarrassed:

"Sister Qingshan, these high-grade medicinal herbs are a huge expense. If you're fully responsible, you can't split it 30-70. It has to be at least 50-50. Otherwise, I'll feel really bad..."

Zhan Kunpeng rolled his eyes like Xie Xun, snorting angrily: "Come on, tell me, who are you, my brother? Shameless old goat!"

"Brother Chu... 30% of the profit is already a lot for me, so please don't be so polite."

After hearing Qingshan's words, Chu Shanyang finally understood why Zhan Kunpeng valued her so much and kept referring to her as "my sister Qingshan" every three sentences. This child is indeed generous and likable!

The five people discussed some related matters, and Qingshan got up to say goodbye, planning to take Yin'er back to the room and come down again at twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve.

When they arrived at the rest area, Qingshan saw Hou Yaozu standing three or four meters away from Yin'er from afar, holding an iron can in his hand, which looked like insecticide spray, and was about to spray it on Yin'er.

Silver Ear's eyes flashed with anger, his shoulders hunched and his back pressed down, ready to pounce and bite at any time.

Abe Okamon hid behind the sofa, watching with a nervous look on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Qingshan was furious. These two bastards actually dared to attack Yin'er while she was away. Did they think she had a good temper?

When Hou Yaozu saw Qingshan coming, he sprayed the contents of the tin can towards Yin'er without any care.

Qingshan was startled and jumped up. He stretched out his hand and drew it in the air. With a thought, he collected everything that Hou Yaozu sprayed out into the space and put it into a sealed jar.

Qingshan kicked the tin can out of Hou Yaozu's hand and sniffed the air, smelling a fishy smell.

Silver Ear also smelled it, bared his fangs, and let out an angry growl from his throat.