Zheng Yunliang's original intention was to protect Feng Song from getting hurt here, but after hearing Feng Song's words, he couldn't help but pull Feng Song's arm, meaning to tell him to stop talking.
Only after he actually tasted the wine did he realize that Shen Qiu was not bragging at all. The wine Shen Qi brought out was indeed better than Maotai in all aspects.
As for whether there are other things added in it, can’t Zheng Yunliang taste it?
If they don’t even have this ability, how can their Zheng family be qualified to become the largest liquor agent in Jincheng?
Feng Song saw Zheng Yunliang pulling him, thinking that the other party wanted him to be more restrained and not embarrass Chen Qiu, so he snorted coldly.
"Mr. Shen, I've said what I need to say. Our Chunmao Liquor's Maotai can stand the test. If you continue to slander our Chunmao Liquor, I don't mind fighting you to the end!"
Chen Qiu was not to be outdone and pointed at Zheng Yunliang.
"Old Zheng, tell me! Which one is better, the Maotai from Chunmao Liquor or the one from my second grandfather?"
"That's right, Mr. Zheng, you say it!"
Feng Song has not yet realized that things have slowly changed, and still looks full of confidence.
Zheng Yunliang was anxious: What should I say?
"Well, both Maotai's and Mr. Shen's wines are very good, both are top-notch wines. I really can't judge which one is better!"
"no!!"
Shen Qiu and Feng Song said in unison, “Today you must say which one is better!”
Chen Qiu was already drunk, and he had absolute confidence in Shen Qi. He believed that what Shen Qi took out was definitely not an ordinary item.
Feng Song has absolute confidence in Chunmao Liquor. If Maotai is not the best wine in Xia Country, why does it have such a high status in Xia Country?
Both sides believe that they will not lose, so how could they make concessions at this time?
This made Zheng Yunliang feel really bad. He was so anxious that he kept grabbing his hair.
Looking at the aggressive looks of Chen Qiu and Feng Song, Zheng Yunliang made up his mind, picked up the glass of fragrant wine from the table and handed it to Feng Song.
"Brother Feng, I don't know much about wine, how can I compare to you? I dare not make a casual judgment at this time. Please taste it yourself, Brother Feng."
Feng Song was puzzled, but he still took the wine glass and took a sip, and then he was stunned.
How is this possible?
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