Wanjin Lady

Chapter 242 Treat
Wen Wan smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Xu, you have a really good nose. To be honest... this Ruiguo Juice is different from other alcoholic beverages. It's made from fruit, so it tastes great, and it also has the added benefit of beautifying the skin. You're a connoisseur, so just wait and see. Once the Wen family gets through this period, this Ruiguo Juice will definitely be sold nationwide."

Shopkeeper Xu's heart burned with anger when he heard this. "In that case, my restaurant's business will have to rely on Shopkeeper Wen."

"For this kindness from Manager Xu, I promise you that the first bucket of Ruiguo pulp from Wenjia Winery this year... will be prioritized to your needs!" Manager Xu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line. Restaurants and wine shops make a living from alcohol. In the past, they only did business with men, but in the future, they will be able to do business with young ladies as well. Those young ladies... are no worse than men in spending money!
When Liu Yiyi turned around to make tea, she came back to see Manager Xu and Wen Wan having a pleasant conversation.

This eldest daughter of her family is really capable. She can talk to anyone. No wonder she could coax Zhu Wang to follow her all the way from Ping County.

She heard a gentle voice, "Manager Xu, I'm new here and unfamiliar with the place. I don't even know which wineries there are in Bozhou. Since you're here, please tell me about it so I can understand the ins and outs of Bozhou."

Having just received Wen Wan's guarantee of priority supply of the first bucket of Ruiguo pulp, Shopkeeper Xu was very happy and naturally told her everything.

"As for the winemaking industry in Bozhou, the Cheng family is naturally the leader. After all, their Changchun wine is supplied directly to the imperial court. There's also the Liao family's Xiyingchun, the Zhang family's rice wine... and the smaller Wang family, the Li family, etc. There are more than a dozen of them combined. There are even more in the counties under Bozhou, probably at least fifty or sixty."

Wen Wan pretended to be exaggerated, "So many?"

"The wine industry in Bozhou is thriving, with fierce competition and a flourishing economy. There's tribute wine, only for the rich and powerful, rice wine for all ages, and aged yellow wine sold exclusively to the poor. You can drink whatever you want, depending on how much money you have."

"I'm new to your precious place, so I don't know the ins and outs of it. I'm also young... but I'd love to meet you seniors," Wen Wan said modestly. "How about this, someday rather than tomorrow? I'll set up a table of fine wine at Tianxiang Tower tonight, and ask Shopkeeper Xu to be the middleman so I can invite all the seniors in the winemaking business to exchange ideas. I'll also pay my respects and get to know everyone. I'll be in Bozhou for at least a month, so I'll definitely need to learn some business tips from you seniors."

"That's easy!" Shopkeeper Xu was attracted by the Rui fruit pulp and naturally wanted to build a good relationship with Wen Wan so that he could negotiate with her when it came to future supplies. He immediately patted his chest and made a promise, "Don't worry, Shopkeeper Wen. I've been in Bozhou for decades and have some connections. Since you're hosting, I won't let your table go empty. It's just that—this Cheng family... I'm afraid it's not easy to invite them."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Manager Xu, please don't joke. I'm timid and wouldn't dare to meet a local boss. Just treat it as inviting a friend to a feast. Although my Wen Family Winery is a small workshop... and may not be worthy of the attention of the seniors, perhaps we can find an opportunity to cooperate with you all."

With Wen Wan's words, Manager Xu felt relieved and immediately went out enthusiastically to call his friends to gather together.

Wen Wan returned to her room to pick up the children. The two children changed every day. Their features were much prettier now that they had grown up, their eyes, like black grapes, darting around, full of curiosity about the world. Occasionally, they would stare blankly at her, their little mouths babbling "ahh ...

Wen Wan's intermittent maternal love burst out, and she couldn't let go of the two children. When Liu Yiyi walked in, her eyebrows knitted together, and then she patted her hand, "Let go, you peed."

"Ah? I didn't smell it. Doesn't it smell nice?"

Liu Yiyi said angrily: "You love the child's feces so much that even the child's feces smell good to you."

Wen Wan: Aunt Liu, don't talk nonsense! She is not the kind of old mother who has a huge filter for her children!
Liu Yiyi took Zhao Zhao from her, then placed Zhao Zhao on the crib and expertly changed his diaper. "Miss, are you going to treat all the wine merchants in Bozhou City tonight?"

Wen Wan nodded and stretched out her cold fingers to poke Hun Ge'er's face.

Zhao Zhao looks like his father, and Hun Ge'er... looks like himself.

It is said that a person's character can be judged by his childhood. Although this kid's DNA doesn't look like his real father, his personality is just like his father's.

Both the wet nurse and Chen Ma said that Hunge'er didn't like to cry. He would only whimper a couple of times when he was hungry, had a bowel movement, or was uncomfortable. Otherwise, he would play by himself. Those big, dark eyes... Wen Wan wanted to say the words "calm and composed," but she felt that these words were really not related to an infant.

But this kid Hun Ge'er... has shown his father's potential to be evil since he was a baby!
It is similar to the classic domineering boss literature in the previous life: Cinderella ran away with the ball, and although the domineering boss son she gave birth to was only five years old, he was a computer genius who was proficient in 16 languages. The key is that he could also take care of his old mother who was paralyzed in bed at a young age and ate takeout and drank milk tea.

Life... still has to have some hope...

Old Man Wen doesn't allow her to rely on his parents, so can't she just rely on her children in the future?

Brother Hui, sister Zhao Zhao, from now on I will rely on you——

Liu Yiyi pursed her lips. It had been almost two months since Wen Weiming's case. It looked like he would be executed as soon as the summer was over, but now there was no evidence to overturn the verdict. Liu Yiyi was extremely anxious and spoke without thinking, "So... Miss, are you not going to save the master?"

Wen Wan was stunned.

Liu Yiyi immediately realized she had said the wrong thing. "I...I didn't mean that...it's just that the case hasn't made any progress...I feel...sad."

Wen Wan squeezed her hand and said, "Don't worry, mother."

Wen Wan, who didn't want to explain any more, couldn't help but sigh when she saw the white hair on Liu Yiyi's head.

In her previous life, she was seriously ill, and the pain made her very impatient with her mother.

Once she yelled at her mother, but she didn't argue back. She just stood in the corner and watched her. She saw her mother's trembling lips and the tears she was trying to hold back. The next moment, she was so upset that she wanted to die right there.

Her mother had to accompany her during chemotherapy, go in and out of the hospital with her, take care of her three meals a day, and endure all her bad tempers.

She's not a fucking human being.

Wen Wan then explained to Liu Yiyi, "My father's affairs are unclear, so I decided to change direction and start with Rui Guojiang."

Liu Yiyi was puzzled.

"Our Rui Guojiang dominated the wine-making party, which must have made many people jealous. Coincidentally, my father was framed and Master Ma was captured right after. I suspect... these people are after Rui Guojiang."

Liu Yiyi's eyelids twitched. "Isn't tonight's banquet extremely dangerous? I'll go with you!"

"No need." Wen Wan smiled, "I have found the right person."

The right person: Zhu Xuewang was like a fish in the sea when he arrived in Bozhou. This old guy was very slippery in his work and had friends all over the world. Wen Wan was exhausted from investigating cases, but he drank like a dog at the table.