"Would you like to give it a try, sir?"
Xue Lin exclaimed excitedly, "Quickly, bring it here!"
Si Yan handed it to the orc, who then passed it on to Xue Lin.
After smelling the aroma of the wine, Xue Lin was completely disoriented.
He couldn't wait to drink it.
"Wait a minute," Si Yan said, "Lord Xue Lin, this wine of mine is not cheap."
Xue Lin took a sip of the wine and was instantly intoxicated. "How much?"
Si Yan said, "Ten red crystals."
"How much?!" Xue Lin was taken aback, looking at the clear rice wine.
Si Yan repeated, "Ten red insect crystals."
Xue Lin looked at the wine again in surprise.
Si Yan chuckled: "You'll know it's worth it if you try it."
In the peaceful times before the apocalypse, even in ancient times, wine commanded a very high premium.
In ancient times, fine wines could fetch a great deal of money. In peacetime, a bottle of rare, vintage wine can even cost tens of millions.
Regardless of the era, alcohol has always held a fatal attraction for males.
Sure enough, Xue Lin gritted her teeth as she looked at the stone wine jug Si Yan handed her, "Buy it!"
"Xue Lin! Wait a minute!" He Mei thought he had lost his mind and stopped him.
"The female master..."
Xue Lin looked at the wine pitifully, then gazed longingly at He Mei.
The panda and Mei's hearts softened, and they turned around, leaving him with a triangular silhouette.
Forget it, just drink it, she couldn't be bothered with it anymore.
Xue Lin immediately had the orcs take out ten red insect crystals and hand them to Si Yan.
After obtaining the insect crystal, Si Yan smiled and said, "Lord City Lord, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."
Xue Lin eagerly drank the rice wine in his hand, and his eyes lit up after just one small sip.
"Fine wine! Fine wine!!! Rich and mellow, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth... It's truly fine wine! Fine wine, so fine wine!"
Xue Lin was full of praise. If he had a better vocabulary, he could have offered a whole host of compliments.
Si Yan smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, Lord City Lord."
Xue Lin asked anxiously, "Lord Si Yan, is there any more? Do you have any more of this fine wine?"
Si Yan: Yes.
Xue Lin's eyes lit up, "I want them all, however many there are!"
It really is a big fat sheep.
Si Yan quoted a price without any psychological pressure, "If you want more than 5 pots, I can give you a discount, 9 red crystals per pot."
Xue Lin exclaimed in delight, "That's great!"
Then, looking bewildered, he asked, "If one pot contains nine red crystals, how many red crystals are in five pots in total?"
Si Yan: "..."
They've forgotten that this world doesn't even understand multiplication!
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