Chapter 321
Seeing his intense reaction, Loft thought he couldn't drink as much as him, so he took the wine glass and sniffed it carefully.
The refreshing aroma of wine hits your nose, and the flavor is unique. Just one sniff of the wine will rush to your head, you can imagine how strong it is.
It was indeed a wine brewed by orcs. Loft was shocked. Even the Poke Kingdom, which was famous for producing strong liquor, could not brew such a strong wine. He had tasted the most famous Flame Wine before, but it only made his throat irritated and he did not feel the aroma of the wine.
Since then, Loft felt that strong liquor was of low quality and only liked by mercenaries and warriors. The upper class would not allow such liquor to be served on the table.
But this white wine that Wolf praised so much was also a strong liquor. Its mellow aroma would penetrate into his nose without him having to get close to it. People with a low alcohol tolerance would probably get drunk after just a few sniffs. This was completely beyond his expectations.
When Loft first heard the young chief of the Black Map tribe say that there was no berry wine left and only a kind of liquor called white wine, he felt very disappointed and did not have any expectations for white wine. After all, he really had no good impression of spirits.
But now he had a completely different opinion of liquor and carefully picked up the cup and took a sip.
At this moment, he felt that what he drank was not wine, but a fragrant flame that burned along his throat into his lungs and finally turned into ashes.
Loft took just one sip and his entire body began to heat up. He gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This is really..."
It's rare that he is at a loss for words.
Wolfe had already taken advantage of the moment when Sui was still recovering from his shock and stuffed all the remaining liquor into his arms. His attitude towards Sui became very enthusiastic: "Master Patriarch, you said that you would have liquor in a few days, right? Don't sell it to Loft, sell it to me. I can pay double, not triple, the price!"
If there were other mercenaries present, they would definitely be stunned. They had never seen the leader who always prided himself on his extraordinary strength being so enthusiastic towards an orc.
Loft gritted his teeth and said, "Wolf! This is my business, and you've violated the agreement time and time again!"
Wolf disagreed. Strength is the confidence. There are only a few people in the entire Oru Empire who can make him bow his head. Loft is not one of them. If he had not offered a high price, the Silver Horn Mercenary Group would not have accepted his mission.
After so many years of frequent dealings, although Wolf no longer hates Loft as much as he did at the beginning, their relationship is not much better. So what if they turn against each other for liquor? What can Loft do to him?
Loft was so angry that he fell backwards. He slammed the table hard, his hands turning red. Under the influence of alcohol, he said, "Even if you are not afraid of violating the agreement between the Mercenary Guild and the Chamber of Commerce, aren't you afraid that I will tell Grand Duke Link?"
After Grand Duke Link said this, Wolf became more serious, but he still refused to give up. "Well, for the Grand Duke's sake, we'll split the liquor 190%."
Without even asking, Loft knew who was one and who was nine. "No, 30/70."
"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. It's 20/80. If you keep nagging me, I won't give it to you. If you can beat me, come and grab it."
Wolfe waved his hand unhappily.
Yu Sui watched the whole thing. This development was completely different from what he had imagined. Are you guys breaking up already? No, he hasn't mentioned the price yet!
His head swayed as the two sides spoke. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Actually, you don't have to fight over it. We've brewed quite a bit of liquor, but most of this batch has already been sold. There's not much left, but I can at least buy you a few thousand kilograms. I'll brew new liquor after the autumn harvest, and when you come next year, the quantity will be even greater..."
"How many thousand pounds?"
“Will there be more next year?”
The two of them exclaimed in unison.
After receiving Yu Sui's affirmative nod, Wolfe clapped Loft's shoulder joyfully and almost knocked him onto the table.
"Since there are so many, I'll let you have it this time. I'll split it in half!"
The two men then remembered that they had not asked the price. Loft regretted it deeply. He thought that since he had lost his composure, the Black Map Tribe would take the opportunity to raise the price. It was all the fault of that reckless Wolf!
However, since he wanted to use good wine to enhance the reputation of the Chamber of Commerce, Loft was prepared to spend a lot of money.
As long as the price is not too outrageous, he is willing to buy it. As long as it is handled properly, such fine wine that is comparable to the works of high-level winemakers can definitely be sold at a profit.
He looked at Yu Sui cautiously and said, "I haven't asked the clan leader yet, what is the price of the liquor?"
To be honest, making white wine does not require that much raw material. One pound of sorghum can produce about half a pound of white wine. It’s just that the process is complicated, and the complete three-steaming and three-brewing process is very time-consuming.
The tribe's current batch of liquor cannot wait for three distillations and three brewings. The first batch of liquor has a higher alcohol content and is stronger.
Yu Sui was also troubled about how to set the price. He felt a little guilty if he set it too high, and he didn't know the prices of wines from other worlds, nor did he know how his wine compared to other wines. If he set it too low, he was afraid that it would affect future profits...
He said with a headache: "President Loft, you know more about wine than I do, you set the price."
Loft calculated in his mind and found that a pot of wine weighing about one kilogram would cost between five hundred and one thousand gold coins when bought from other high-level winemakers, and some were even more expensive.
The Black Map Tribe's liquor tasted good, but not many nobles could afford such a strong drink. He was lucky if he could sell it for 500 gold coins, and that didn't stop him from deducting the shipping and packaging costs...
The price offered to the Heitu Tribe cannot be too low. If he angers them and cancels the deal, he will have no regrets.
After thinking it over, he gritted his teeth and raised three fingers to Yu Sui, "Three hundred gold coins per pound, no more. I still need to find workers to make wine bottles. Along the way..."
Blah blah, Yu Sui couldn't hear the rest of the words at all. He only kept repeating one sentence in his ears: three hundred gold coins per pound...
A pound of liquor costs three hundred gold coins, which is equivalent to selling vermicelli for three thousand gold coins, or six thousand pounds of vermicelli!
The most important thing is that there are not so many vermicelli and rice noodles in the tribe, but he has a lot of such expensive liquor, which is at least more than two thousand kilograms after adding water and distilling!
Yu Sui quickly calculated in his mind. Wow, just from this wine, he could earn 60,000 gold coins...
Yu Sui was stunned by such a huge fortune. He never dreamed that he could make so much money. This time he only planned to test the waters for the tribe's future sales of products and didn't think about how much money he could make.
Even because the tribe has added a lot of people now, everything is consumed quickly. Yu Sui also plans to exchange as many spices and cloths as possible, especially spices, such as star anise, peppercorns and bay leaves, which are not cheap.
He was afraid that the furs and magic cores he prepared would not be enough, but he didn't expect that now he could make so much money from just the liquor.
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