Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store on Xueyuan Road.

After seeing off the last guest, Dong Shishi hurriedly poured herself some water, mixing hot and cold water together, and drank it all in one gulp.

She was the only one in the shop. Du Lei helped out at Dong Lin's shop and taught Dong Lin how to distinguish between real and fake liquor.

Li Kefan went to deliver wine to the restaurant, while Hong Tianhe waited in the warehouse for a call.

"If we add another person to the shop, do you have any reliable friends?" Wang Peng asked.

"No need, I can manage." Dong Shishi quickly shook her head.

Just then, a middle-aged man pushed his bicycle outside the store and said, "Boss, bring me a case of Jin Sanhua."

"Okay, Uncle, please wait a moment." Dong Shishi quickly went upstairs and carried the 20-pound box downstairs.

Seeing that she was panting, Wang Peng got up to help her carry the wine and tied it to the guest's bicycle.

They then decided to hire people.

If Sister Shishi gets sick from overwork, Brother Lei will blame her for the rest of his life.

After handing the money to the uncle, the two elderly people went into the shop.

One was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, and the other was wearing a blue jacket. The elderly man in the blue jacket was holding a plastic jug.

Wang Peng frowned slightly and noticed that the old man in blue had yellowish eyes and wide eyes, as if his eyesight was not very good.

"Hello, sirs." Dong Shishi greeted them.

"Hello, young lady, is your boss here?" asked Niu Jiefang, the old man in gray.

"I'm the boss." Wang Peng stood up and shook hands with him. "Sir, you were looking for me?"

Niu Jiefang said, "I want two bottles of Jin Sanhua."

Dong Shishi gave him the wine, charged him eight yuan, and packed it in a plastic bag.

"Young man, when are you going to open a branch on Garden Road?" Niu Jiefang asked.

Wang Peng was a little confused. Huayuan Road was eight or nine miles away from here, and the main store of Qinghui Supermarket was on Huayuan Road.

He smiled and said, "Sir, I don't have any plans to open a branch for the time being."

“No, you have to go open the shop right away,” Niu Jiefang said. “I traveled more than ten bus stops just to buy these two bottles of wine.”

"Oh, you've worked hard." Wang Peng brought out two chairs and invited them to sit down and chat.

The old man in blue, Qian Manjiang, smiled and said, "Young man, Lao Niu asked you to open a shop on Huayuan Road, mainly so that it would be convenient for him to buy wine."

Hearing this, Dong Shishi couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, thinking to herself that this old man was really domineering.

Niu Jiefang sighed softly, "Qinghui used to sell Jin Sanhua, but I don't know why, they suddenly stopped selling it."

Wang Peng smiled and nodded. Niu Qinghui had indeed removed Sanhua Wine from the shelves, having gone to extremes.

Niu Jiefang said, "There are a few small shops along the way. I've bought counterfeit liquor from them before."

“Young man, go open a branch store. I trust the wine you sell. I don’t trust any of the wines from Qinghui.”

Wang Peng couldn't help but smile; it felt really good to be recognized by a client.

He pulled out his business card and said, "Uncle, I pass by Garden Road every day. Give me a call and I'll bring you some wine."

“I can’t call.” Niu Jiefang refused the business card. “I don’t have a phone at home, and I can’t read. You should open a branch instead.”

"This, haha." Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated by him.

With the company currently besieged by the ten major sects and countless other matters to attend to, how could the company possibly have the energy to open a branch store?

Qian Manjiang said, "Young man, don't listen to his bragging. Old Niu has a stubborn temper."

Wang Peng sensed that he was not in good spirits and asked softly, "Uncle, are your eyes bothering you?"

"It's alright." Qian Manjiang handed the wine pot to Wang Peng. "You know a lot, so help me take a look at Qinghui's ginseng health wine. They say it contains ginseng."

Wang Peng said, "Let's not look at the wine yet, just tell me how much it costs per pound."

Qian Manjiang said, "Two yuan a pound, this pot contains two pounds."

Wang Peng couldn't hold back. Ginseng is a precious medicinal herb, and radish-infused wine shouldn't be sold for only two yuan.

This old man's intelligence is questionable; in the future, health care will basically be synonymous with ripping people off.

"Uncle, don't believe this, and don't buy any bulk wine, it's not safe."

Wang Peng said, "Let's buy big brands. Although they're not 100% safe, they're much safer than bulk wine."

Niu Jiefang snorted, "Old Qian, I advised you long ago not to buy Qinghui's bulk wine, but you wouldn't listen."

"Ever since you drank that damn ginseng wine, your eyesight has been getting worse and worse."

“Before, when we played chess, we could play for an entire afternoon. Now, you only play four games at most before your eyes start to water.”

At this point, Niu Jiefang suddenly frowned, "Young man, take a look and see if there's anything wrong with this wine."

Qian Manjiang said eagerly, "Take a look. I came all this way with Lao Niu just so you could take a look."

"Okay, let me take a look." After saying that, Wang Peng got up and walked to the counter.

Take out a dispensing device, unscrew Lao Qian's plastic bottle, and smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

It has a very strong smell, significantly stronger than that of ordinary baijiu. Normal baijiu doesn't have such a strong smell.

He frowned, poured some wine into the decanter, and stared at it intently.

The color is also wrong. Normal baijiu is usually a clear and transparent liquid with a special aroma.

Old Qian's wine was pale yellow, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

A pale yellow color and a strong alcohol smell are hallmarks of industrial alcohol.

Industrial alcohol contains methanol, and ingesting even small amounts can cause poisoning or even death.

The state has explicitly prohibited the use of industrial alcohol to blend liquor.

Seeing his serious expression, Niu Jiefang asked anxiously, "Young man, is there anything wrong with this wine?"

Wang Peng shook his head. "I think there's something wrong, Lao Qian. You'd better not drink it. The color alone is off."

“That’s right, Lao Qian,” Niu Jiefang said. “I told you long ago that the color was wrong, but you just wouldn’t listen.”

“My boss is an expert. If he says there’s a problem, then there definitely is. Let’s see if you listen to him this time,” Niu Jiefang added.

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