They all knew that dry wine would make money.
Make big money.
But I never expected it.
It's sold for 800 wen per pound and it's still so popular.
Eight hundred coins!
This speed of making money is even faster than robbing money.
At this moment, the hearts of both people were bleeding madly.
Zhao Ling walked quickly to Zhao Sheng and stopped, his old face flushed red.
"Patriarch, in less than two hours, we sold more than 1,300 kilograms of dry wine and earned more than 1,000 strings of cash!"
"Half of this money should belong to our family!"
"No matter what, we must take that 50% stake from that little bastard!"
"Otherwise, let that little beast hand over the winemaking formula!"
"Then we'll build a winery, brew our own wine, and sell our own wine!"
"We don't sell in the Imperial Capital, so we won't compete with the Royal Family for business."
“Build the winery somewhere else, even in another country.”
"In this way, the family will earn more than a million yuan every year!"
Zhao Sheng sighed helplessly.
"I know that."
"But Zhao Hao just won't hand it over. What else can we do to him?"
"We put pressure on Zhao Wenxiang, even threatening him with expulsion from the family, but he refused to give in."
"Do you have any other solution?"
Zhao Ling's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he said fiercely, "Isn't the biggest support of that little bastard the royal family?"
"In my opinion, why don't we unite with those big families?"
"Let's put pressure on His Majesty directly!"
"Let Your Majesty bring the business of dry wine directly into the court."
"Let the court run it!"
"In this case, doesn't this dry wine still fall into the hands of our family?"
Zhao Sheng frowned immediately: "Isn't this appropriate?"
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