When it was time to settle the bill, Chen Bin nonchalantly asked the waiter.
"Where's the distillery that makes white liquor around here? I'd like to go check it out."
The waiter seemed a bit surprised, "Why are you asking about that?"
Without giving it much thought, Chen Bin immediately gave the preplanned reason.
"I have a friend who runs a shop in the city. I think the white liquor here tastes good, so I plan to take some back for him to try."
Nodding, the waiter replied.
"You go out, turn left, walk straight, and after you see the river, just follow it upstream. If you can't find it, you can ask for Old Ma, everyone knows him."
"Alright, thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Bin immediately left with Cheng Zhuang and Qian Lang.
They took a taxi to a small workshop, and the sign at the entrance read "White Liquor Wholesale" in big characters.
Seeing an old woman sitting on a deck chair fanning herself, Chen Bin immediately asked politely.
