"Wine expo? What’s that?"
Xiaobei had never heard of the term "wine expo" before, so he was particularly curious as he looked at the confident Wang Deren.
Noticing Xiaobei’s surprise, Wang Deren came to his senses and earnestly explained to Xiaobei, "Actually, a wine expo is an opportunity to promote your products. When the expo starts in a month, we can rent a booth to promote our newly brewed wine. I believe if we do this, we’ll completely monopolize the market."
"Are you that confident?"
Hearing Wang Deren’s emphatic enthusiasm, Xiaobei squinted, scrutinizing him.
Xiaobei was slightly surprised because he had far more confidence in this wine than he imagined.
Feeling Xiaobei’s surprise, Wang Deren took a deep breath and solemnly declared, "Master Xiaobei, I’ve been in this business for decades, so I’m absolutely confident that it will completely replace all the wines on the market once it appears. What we need most now is to quickly get equipment and expand production capacity! Otherwise, people coming to pick up orders will have to wait a very long time."
"Hmm! By the way, how many production lines are you planning to introduce?"
"A production line costs tens of millions, so we should start with just one."
Wang Deren hesitated for a moment and spoke softly.
He wasn’t clear about how much money Xiaobei actually had, so he had to start small for now.
Truth be told, a good production line costs over a billion, but Wang Deren didn’t dare say it, knowing such a terrifying number might scare Xiaobei away completely.
Xiaobei frowned, somewhat surprised, asking, "One line costs tens of millions?"
"Yes, I know it’s expensive, but the returns are high. If we can’t come up with that much money for now, we can take out a loan."
Hearing Wang Deren’s explanation, Xiaobei understood his meaning.
With a gentle smile, Xiaobei clarified, "You misunderstood me; it’s not that I think it’s expensive."
"Not expensive?"
"Yes, what I meant was whether there’s a better one, and you mentioned earlier about speeding up production — isn’t one line not enough?"
Hearing Xiaobei’s curious inquiry, he took a deep breath and seriously asked, "Master Xiaobei, I have a question for you, how much are you prepared to invest?"
At this moment, he wanted Xiaobei to give him a figure so it would be easier for him to make a budget.
Glancing at him, Xiaobei calmly replied, "The point isn’t how much I’m planning to invest, but how much you need! Let me put it this way: don’t worry about my capacity!"
"Master Xiaobei, does that mean we can have as much as we need?"
"Yes, exactly that!"
"Gosh!"
Wang Deren had no words.
Previously, he already thought highly of Xiaobei. Now he realized he had underestimated him.
Seeing Wang Deren’s absolutely dumbfounded expression, Xiaobei burst out laughing, "Don’t be surprised, get the budget done first! The sooner we start, the sooner we can help you get your revenge, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Agreeing, Wang Deren started to seriously work on the budget.
As for Wang Deren, Xiaobei had a pretty good impression of him.
Because of this good impression, he also hated the trash that Wang Deren despised.
Were it not for wanting Wang Deren to exact his own revenge, Xiaobei would have really wanted to smack that trash’s mouth crooked.
"It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone so punchable! Luckily he left quickly; otherwise, I really wouldn’t have been able to hold back."
As Xiaobei mockingly sneered, Young Master Wu who had already left sneezed several times in rapid succession.
"Which bastard is cursing me!"
In a frenzy, he roared.
As he finished speaking, he heard the howl of the White Wolf behind him grow louder.
"Damn! Still chasing me!"
Quietly muttering bitterly, he ran off again, even more frantically.
At this moment, as he ran madly, the wetness of his pants increased.
Many tourists were bewildered, squinting their eyes.
"What’s going on here!"

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