Qin Yu: "???"

Lu Yanqing, who had roughly figured out what had happened from Wang Shujun, was speechless.

She couldn't help but look at Qin Sheng.

Pointing to the unopened jar of wine on the table, he said, "Don't tell me you brewed that jar of wine too?"

Qin Sheng... Qin Sheng really wasn't sure.

She had heard Mu Wu mention that ever since the first batch of wine she brewed sold for 12 million, many counterfeit products had appeared on the market that looked almost identical from the outside but had many differences inside.

Therefore, just by looking at it now, Qin Sheng was certain that what Grandpa Zhai bought was brewed by her.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said, "You'll only be able to tell once it's opened."

Although most of the people present were elderly, they were all shrewd individuals who had retired from the business world, the battlefield, and the political arena. After a brief moment of reflection, they were able to decipher the deeper meaning behind Qin Sheng's words.

Old Master Zhai's hand trembled slightly as he pointed to his jar of wine, his voice also shaking as he said, "So, this wine was actually brewed by you, and the ten jars in Old Qin's hand are all genuine, while mine might be fake?"

Qin Sheng: "I didn't say it was fake, but I've heard there are many high-quality imitations. I can't be sure just by looking at the appearance."

The explanation focuses on the second half of the sentence, without denying the first half.

In other words, he really brewed this wine?

Grandpa Zhai clutched his chest, feeling as if he could hardly breathe.

So, he was just bragging for nothing, right?

A drinking contest?

Haha, the winemaker is practically the granddaughter of the Qin family, and he's still showing off with a jar of wine whose authenticity is questionable. How ridiculous!

Grandpa Zhai just wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it!

Compared to Old Master Zhai's chest pain, Old Master Shao, though also in a bit of pain, was more concerned about the wine. His eyes immediately lit up as he said, "So, if I heard correctly, you just said you were going to give each of us a jar?"

Qin Sheng hummed in agreement and added, "Wait until the next batch is brewed."

This batch of wine was brewed when she had just cultivated the turtle-shaped grass.

At that time, she cultivated half an acre of turtle fairy grass and used it all to refine turtle fairy pills. Later, she refined too many pills for too long and got tired of it, so she figured out a new brewing recipe based on the brewing recipes she had seen before. She threw all the remaining turtle fairy grass together and tried to brew wine once, and finally brewed a vat of wine.

That was the only time; after it was brewed, it was left in the cellar and never touched again.

It was Mu Wu who came up with the idea. He took out the jar of wine and divided it into small wine jars, which are the jar wines that are now available on the market.

There was only one vat of wine in total. Although the vat wasn't large, it was only divided into twenty jars.

Including the seven jars that were sold, the ten jars that were given to her grandfather Lu, and the two jars that she drank herself, there is only one jar left at the base now.

It's not enough for the three of them to share.

We'll have to wait until next time.

Oh, right, Mu Wu said he only took out seven jars to sell, but Grandpa Zhai just said that twelve jars are circulating in the market.

In other words, at least five of those twelve jars were fake.

And this is just what's on the surface; who knows how many counterfeit products are hidden away?

Thinking of this, Qin Sheng tapped the table lightly, thinking that he would have to come up with a way to prevent counterfeiting once the next batch was brewed.

I wonder if the half-acre of turtle grass that she destroyed still managed to grow back.

If not, then we'll have to train them all over again.

Qin Sheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, regretting his impulsive and willful behavior when he was young.

Meanwhile, not far away, Old Master Zhai had almost lost all his energy, but he was slowly processing this cruel reality.

After thinking for a moment, he took a wine glass, poured a glass of the wine that Lu Yanqing had brought, tasted it carefully, and compared it with the aroma and taste of the wine he had brought in his memory. After confirming that it was the same, he immediately breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although he didn't manage to show off successfully, at least his jar of wine was probably genuine, so he didn't lose face completely.

Grandpa Zhai regained some confidence.

So he immediately took a new wine glass, poured a small cup, and personally handed it to Qin Sheng, looking at her expectantly and saying, "Try it, is it real?"

Qin Sheng could already smell the aroma and didn't notice any difference, so he already believed it was the real thing.

But after thinking about it, he still reached out and took the wine glass, took a small sip, and then his brow furrowed.

Hey, hey, hey, don't frown! Every time she frowns, his heart skips a beat!

Grandpa Zhai was so nervous that his high blood pressure almost flared up.

Qin Sheng raised her eyes at that moment, her expression unchanged, but her voice carried regret: "It's not true."

He reached out and helped Grandpa Zhai up to prevent him from falling. He then took a closer look at Grandpa Zhai's face. Although it was a little pale, it was mainly from anger and nothing serious.

Relieved, he helped the man back to his seat.

Although Qin Sheng said it himself, Old Master Zhai has been drinking wine for almost forty years and considers himself a semi-expert wine connoisseur. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have made a mistake...

He thought for a moment, then poured himself another glass of Qin Sheng's wine and savored it even more carefully.

I still couldn't taste anything wrong.

Unable to resist, she looked at Qin Sheng and said, "How could this be... It tastes exactly the same to me..."

This is difficult to explain.

Judging from the surface aspects such as color, smell, and taste, this counterfeit is indeed extremely realistic, even the smell of turtle herb is almost identical.

It just lacks a certain spirit and vitality.

In order to cultivate the Ghost Fairy Grass on that half-acre plot, she infused it with a large amount of spiritual energy.

This is something that no counterfeit can imitate.

The most fundamental medicinal property of Guixiancao is its ability to generate vital energy, which is particularly effective for elderly people whose vital energy has diminished.

Qin Sheng thought for a moment, then took out his silver needle pouch from his pocket and asked Grandpa Zhai, "I need to insert two needles to feel it, shall I?"

Grandpa Zhai: "..."

He gritted his teeth: "Stab!"

He was determined to find out the truth!

Qin Sheng nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, he inserted the needle he had taken out into Old Master Zhai's body.

Not many were tied, just three, but Grandpa Zhai had already noticed the difference.

Starting from the three acupuncture points, a strange force seemed to flow through his body, nourishing his muscles and skin, which had become dry and sluggish due to his age.

It didn't take effect immediately, but Grandpa Zhai could clearly feel that his body, which had been somewhat tired for some time, had become more energetic, and his spirits had been slightly refreshed.

His eyes widened in surprise.

Qin Sheng knew he had sensed it, so she raised her hand and removed the three silver needles, explaining, "A wine worth over ten million has a value of over ten million."

"One of the main ingredients in these products is turtle grass, which has the effect of prolonging life and replenishing vitality. This is something that no counterfeit product can imitate."

This time, Grandpa Zhai didn't struggle anymore. He nodded and looked at Qin Sheng thoughtfully.

After a long silence, he spoke: "Miss Qin, would you be interested in cooperating?"