After finishing the call with Xiao Feidao, Lin Hai dialed another mobile number.
"Hello? Lin, if you're disturbing this old man's chess game, it better be serious, or the old geezer won't let you off the hook."
An old man's voice came through the phone, sounding a bit exasperated, seemingly in the middle of a chess game.
Then, another elderly voice echoed triumphantly: "Checkmate, hehe, brother, that bottle of Zhongnanhe's Moutai is mine this time, haha."
"Damn it, Lin Hai, why are you calling? You made me lose the game, just spit it out!" The old man's voice was beyond aggravated, clearly having lost and paid a small price.
Donglong Wanqing and Ximen Xiaoxiao perked up their ears. Apparently, Zhongnanhe's special Moutai is quite valuable and fetches a high price outside, no less than seventy to eighty thousand per bottle.
If it's the special reserve kind, it's even more valuable.
