Seeing Wang Jun's expression a bit unpleasant, Chen Bin quickly spoke up.
"Mr. Ma, my friend's business is actually quite large. He thinks your wine is really good and wants to discuss a collaboration with you."
Squinting at Chen Bin, the old man asked, "How big is the business? How much can you sell in a day?"
After a moment of thought, Chen Bin slowly raised three fingers.
"At least three hundred jin!"
Upon hearing this, the old man's brows immediately furrowed.
"Young man, don't brag in front of an old man! Three hundred jin? Humph!"
At this moment, the old woman also explained.
"Young man, all the wine we make is purely hand-brewed, we can't produce that much."
Lightly coughing, Wang Jun unobtrusively asked.
"Since your wine is so good, why not expand production?"
"Of course we want to expand production, but the money saved over the years has to be left for the grandson to get married, and my old man is getting on in years, the recipe..."
