Chapter 880: Chapter 880
But thinking about it, it makes sense. This reward is a personal matter for Si Xue, so it’s not quite suitable to give it to other employees of the restaurant.
Just wondering if the restaurant would collect a "tithe" from Si Xue, the boss.
"I’m heading out, boss."
Can’t waste 24 hours, Liu Zheng greeted and then left the lounge.
He found a driver to rent a sports car and headed straight to Yunmeng Road.
"Number 18, Yunmeng Road..."
He let off the gas and looked around.
Liu Zheng quickly spotted a potential target.
It’s called potential because from the outside, this building with the Number 18 Yunmeng Road doesn’t look like a distillery at all.
The semicircular concrete facade looks like a bunker or a mound, and there’s even a "tombstone" erected at the entrance, with the address written on it, alongside some strings of unreadable cursive that look like an epitaph.
"Got the address, but where’s the sign?"
He scanned around and found nothing.
He pondered and then walked to the back of the "tombstone," where the four large characters of "Du Kang Wine Workshop" appeared before him.
"You put the sign on the back, afraid someone might actually find you, huh?"
He looked back at the "mound" and noticed a rectangular opening, previously obscured by the "tombstone."
Given its size, it hardly looked prepared for a regular person.
"Is it spatial folding again?"
Liu Zheng tried to squeeze in but, predictably, failed. This text is hosted at Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
"Hello, I’m from Bloody Restaurant, here to procure some wine."
So he knocked on the "mound" and shouted loudly.
There was no response.
"Hey, chef boss, does the ’Du Kang Wine Workshop’ really look like a mound from the outside?"
He had no choice but to call White Feather Chicken.
"The door’s too small, I can’t get in, and knocking got no response."
"Which door did you knock on?"
White Feather Chicken asked.
"The one next to the entrance."
"That’s the hole, the plaque is the door, you idiot."
After saying that, White Feather Chicken hung up.
"Am I the idiot, or do you Metropolis folks just have unusual ideas?"
He shrugged, then knocked on the ’Du’ character on the tombstone with a rusty knife.
"Hello, I’m from Bloody Restaurant, here to procure some wine."
Liu Zheng called out again.
"Please wait a moment, esteemed guest."
A clear voice came from the "mound."
Then, a youth in wide sleeves and a broad belt emerged from the doorway.
He looked only as big as a half-elf doll, but when making eye contact, Liu Zheng felt they were on equal footing.
"I am Feng Jizi, the host of Du Kang Wine Workshop. You may call me Xiao Feng, esteemed guest."
The youth introduced himself.
"Hello, Manager Feng, I’m Liu Zheng, an employee at Bloody Restaurant."
Liu Zheng replied politely.
"Ah, so it’s Manager Liu. Is this your first time procuring from us?"
"Would you like me to introduce the rules of our wine workshop to you?"
The youth warmly offered.
"Sure, I’d appreciate that."
The information he had on Du Kang Wine Workshop was just bits and pieces, so he was naturally happy that someone offered a detailed introduction.
"No trouble at all. Please hand me your procurement list first."
Liu Zheng bent down and handed over the procurement list.
"The quantity for this purchase is much larger than the last time."
The youth glanced over it and commented.
"Is it? Maybe business has been good lately."
Liu Zheng said, slightly guilty.
"Fortunately, they are all regular varieties, according to the agreement between our workshop and your restaurant, you do not need to pay an extra dream."
The youth did not dwell on the reason.
"Do you have any personal procurement needs?"
His main purpose for coming was to buy wine for himself, helping the restaurant with procurement was just an excuse.
"Have you prepared the procurement list for your personal purchases?"
Liu Zheng handed his personal procurement list to the youth.
"You’re personally buying this much wine?"
The youth was slightly taken aback by the lengthy list.
"It’s mainly for my friends and family, they’re all heavy drinkers who need a bottle as soon as they wake up to freshen up their mouths."
"Alright. In principle, we do not object to secondary sales, but you cannot sell under the guise of ’Du Kang Wine Workshop’s distributor’ or the like."
"Limited edition ’Vlad III’, Light Wine, Spirit Body Special Supply Wine..."
The more the youth read, the more his brows furrowed.
"Manager Liu, are you trying to completely clean out our workshop?"
He joked half-seriously.
"It’s a wine workshop, of course, you buy wine! Once it’s gone, just brew more."
Liu Zheng said with a straight face.
"Some wines aren’t so easy to brew, requiring the right timing, location, and human synergy. It even consumes the foundation of our workshop."
The youth shook his head.
"So buying these wines comes at a big price, right?"
He caught the underlying meaning in the youth’s words.
"I have a good impression of Manager Liu, so let me advise you, don’t let your greed cloud your judgment."
"Do you think I can’t afford it?"
"Indeed, having been a host for so many years, I’m somewhat confident in my ability to read people. Manager Liu seems like one destined for a rocky path, likely with few dreams."
"...Even though you’re being truthful, that’s still a bit harsh, buddy."
He squinted slightly.
"Hahaha, it’s only to someone like Manager Liu, with such broad-mindedness, that I dare speak so frankly."
The youth laughed heartily.
"Then you’ve got the wrong impression, I’m actually quite petty."
"Then I suppose I must pay the price for my rash words."
"Tch. Knowing I have a hard life, perhaps I have a lot of nightmares?"
Liu Zheng replied defiantly.
"Manager Liu truly wants to pay in nightmares for purchasing wine?"
The youth slightly frowned.
"Extremely dangerous. Though Manager Liu has this Legendary Armor to protect you, leaving unscathed would still be extremely difficult."
The youth pointed to the Legendary Armor he wore.
"As long as I don’t die."
Ever since entering the instance, hasn’t every mission ended with him losing an arm or leg? How could ’unscathed’ have anything to do with him?
Speaking of which, if Liu Zheng were to leave completely unscathed, he might even feel uneasy.
"Alright, since Manager Liu insists, I won’t persuade further."
The youth had no choice but to say.
"Does Manager Feng have any mutual acquaintances with me?"
Liu Zheng suddenly asked.
"I remain mostly within the confines of the workshop and have no friends or relatives outside, so it’s unlikely. Why do you ask, Manager Liu?"
The youth asked, puzzled.
"Nothing, just thought your attitude towards me seems unusually friendly."
"We have no enmity, and you are a polite person. Is it not normal for me to be friendly?"
"Normally, yes. But this is the Metropolis, which makes it a bit abnormal."
"Ah, the Metropolis."
"So can Manager Feng solve this mystery for me?"
He attempted to sound eloquent.
"Alright. I suppose Manager Liu and I are from the same hometown."
The youth pondered for a moment before saying.
Liu Zheng’s expression tightened, his muscles tensed instinctively.
"In what sense do you mean by hometown, Manager Feng?"
"Naturally, where you were born."
"Upon entering the Metropolis, shouldn’t one lose their memory? Also, there are so many humans here, how does Manager Feng know we hail from the same place?"
"The great path gives fifty, the heavens derive forty-nine, mankind escapes with one; even the strictest rules have loopholes. As for how I know, it’s because you carry a bloodline that shares roots with mine."
"Oh? How old might you be?"
"Being a recluse, I’m unaware of the years, but in my youth, the Western Bo Marquis Ji Fa was preparing to rise against King Shang Emperor Xin."
The youth thought for a moment before saying.
"Wow, a true ancestor!"
He instinctively remarked.