"Brother, Feng Dayi, the owner of Xinglan Hotel, just called and asked you to call him back."

Du Lei handed the notebook to Wang Peng, which had a phone number written on it. "This is his phone number."

"Feng Dayi." Wang Peng immediately thought of Feng Dali.

He pulled out the business cards that Feng Dali had given him from his pocket. One of them was for Xinglan Hotel, and it had Feng Dayi's name and phone number on it.

"Did he say what it was about?" Wang Peng picked up the phone and called Li Keyong's office.

"He didn't say anything, just that you should call him back," Du Lei said.

The call connected; Li Keyong was staying in his office today.

"Uncle, I am Wang Peng."

"Xiao Peng, what do you want?"

Have you heard of Feng Dayi from Xinglan Hotel?

"He is Feng Dali's younger brother, the big boss of Xinglan Hotel..."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then Wang Peng hung up and called Feng Dayi directly.

After exchanging a few polite words, the two got down to business.

"Brother, do you have any Qinghe liquor? I mean, the kind that retails for eighty yuan a tin box?" Feng Dayi asked.

"Yes," Wang Peng said. "This wine is pretty good; I'll give you two bottles."

"Great!" Feng Dayi laughed. "I sell at least two hundred cases of Qinghe liquor every month, at sixty yuan a case. Is that expensive?"

Wang Peng quickly thought that the purchase price of the tin box from Qinghe was forty-five yuan.

"Second Uncle, sixty yuan a box isn't expensive; this is the wholesale price," Wang Peng said.

"Alright then, send me two hundred boxes first, at the wholesale price." Feng Dayi hung up the phone after saying that.