Before sunset, Yin Zheluo and six Qilin warriors returned, along with a vehicle from the nearby garrison. Yin Zheluo took three of them to the training base in the heart of the forest, first to check if the base had been damaged by the orcs, and second to return the Qilin aircraft. The rest of the group took a vehicle back to the garrison and from there, flew back to headquarters.

Five hours later, Qingshan brought Yin'er into the gate of the Chen family villa, just in time for dinner.

On TV, CCTV's Opera Channel 11 was broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala of Peking Opera "Wujiaopo". Luo Zhentian was eating canned fruit while telling Old Lady Sun that he sang the old man Xue Pinggui very well. When he saw Qingshan come in, Old Man Luo's round face like a silver basin was immediately filled with smiles.

"Xiaoshan is back? Hurry up and wash your hands and eat!"

Qingshan was happy. This old man really didn't treat him as an outsider anymore. If someone didn't know him, they would think this was his home!

Zhang Meiling brought the food out of the kitchen and saw her daughter coming back. She said distressedly:

"Xiaoshan, when will you finish making that medicinal wine? I'm at home with nothing to do, so I'll go help you. Don't work so hard. Girls can't stay up late all the time!"

Qingshan did not tell her family that she was going to Heilongjiang Province to rescue people. She used medicinal wine as a pretext and said that Chu Shanyang urgently needed a batch of high-quality wine as Lantern Festival gifts, and she had to work overnight.

"Mom, it's okay. The medicinal wine is ready. This time, because the market response was so good, a Hong Kong politician came to Brother Chu and offered three times the price to buy it. That's why I rushed to make an extra batch. I've already told Brother Chu that the purchase of this wine is limited to five jars per person per month. From now on, even if the Governor of Hong Kong wants it, he must follow the rules and no exceptions are allowed!"

Although Qingshan used Buxianxian as an excuse, it was true that Chu Shanyang bought medicinal wine from her.

Qingshan asked Yuwanzai to bring five flavors of medicinal wine to the four major shareholders of Buxianxian, which made the four old men very happy. After drinking the medicinal wine brewed by Qingshan, they always felt that other fine wines were not as good as before. They were worrying that they would have no wine to drink during the New Year, but then Qingshan's New Year gift arrived, which was like timely relief!

A prominent Hong Kong politician visited the Chu family and, after drinking a medicinal wine imbued with spiritual power, he became obsessed with it and insisted on buying it at a high price from Chu Shanyang. Too embarrassed to refuse, Old Chu begged Qingshan, who paid three times the price for ten jars of peach blossom wine, which he then shipped back to Hong Kong to satisfy the politician's craving.

Zhang Meiling reached out and gently tapped Qingshan's forehead, then smiled and shook her head. "Go get your meal! Shopping is still limited? Where did this kid learn this trick?"

Old Lady Sun stopped listening and took Qingshan's hand, asking, "Xiaoshan, isn't it a good thing that people buy more? Why are you limiting purchases? They always say on TV that customers are the Jade Emperor. Aren't you offending people by doing this? What will happen if they stop buying your wine?"

Qingshan pulled out a dining chair, pressed Old Lady Sun into it, and replied, "No! The medicinal wine I make is first-rate in both taste and efficacy. There are so many people who want to drink it, but the supply is limited. There are so many wealthy people in Hong Kong. If they were allowed to buy it freely, then one wealthy person would be able to buy it all! I want more people to experience the magic of medicinal wine. So even a billionaire will be treated the same as an ordinary person when it comes to medicinal wine. A maximum of five jars a month!"

Luo Zhentian nodded repeatedly, chose a chair next to Qingshan and sat down, saying, "Xiaoshan, if my guess is correct, not only will you not have to worry about the sales of your medicinal wine in the future, you might even cause a rush for it, haha! This is called—"

Qingshan smiled like a little fox, picked up a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, clinked glasses with Luo Zhentian, who also smiled like an old fox, and said, "--Hunger marketing!"

"Haha! High, really high!"