Chapter 1101

She looked at Jun Aohan excitedly.

"Have a taste!"

Jun Aohan looks at her expression of giving treasure.

Suddenly I feel a little sweet in my heart.

He picked up his glass and took a slow sip.

A sweet, fast flow to his heart.

Then there was a rush of acrimony.

The faint fragrance and aftertaste overflowed in every cell of his whole body.

Is that how it feels to drink?

He lived for more than 20 years, but he tasted it for the first time.

"How is it?"

Ye Qingli asked nervously.

"Well, it's good to drink."

Jun Aohan puts down his glass.

His eyes were full of emotion.

Eyes twinkle like stars.

"Qingli, thank you."

This seems to be the first time for ye Qingli to do something so painstakingly for himself.

It's just that he hasn't tasted good wine before.

But unfortunately, his blazing eyes did not get Ye Qingli's response.

Ye Qingli said excitedly.

"You say, if I sell this kind of wine, how much can I sell for a pot?"

She was calculating the cost over and over again.

The cost of this bottle of wine.

About one or two.

If you sell it

"Well..."

She broke her fingers and calculated.

"How about a hundred liang? No, it has to be 200 Liang! Less, I'm sorry for those local tyrants! No, five hundred Liang! Take it out and say it. It's more than face! "

She said to herself excitedly.

Then, I realized that there was a chill coming from my side.

She turned to see, only to find that, do not know when, originally those servants are all hidden.

Jun Aohan's body began to emit a chill.

Let the ground begin to freeze.

The man, from the inside out, began to emit anger.

Ye Qingli blinked.

"What's the matter with you?"

You are proud of the voice of cold, like the flame to burn.

"You mean that you didn't make this wine for the king, but you wanted to sell it?"

"Er..."

Ye Qingli suddenly finds that he has done something wrong.

"Ha ha..."

She gave an embarrassed smile.

I patted your proud face.

"It's made for you, of course. But it's not easy to come up with a formula. You can't drink that much anyway. Don't waste it. "

"No way."

His answer is firm.

It's clearly her own woman who makes her own wine.

For yourself.

How can I give it to other men?

It's like someone has divided her feelings.

Let Jun Aohan think of it as soon as he thinks about it.

"The so-called solo music is not as good as the music of all. We have good things, and we should let the general public enjoy them... "

"No way."

Jun Aohan's voice is cold, there is no room for discussion.

"We can make a lot of money by selling this wine..."

It doesn't work to see that reason is the basis of dawn and emotion is the basis of emotion.

Ye Qingli begins to lure it for profit.

"How much can I sell? I'll supply you ten times. "

You Ao cold eyes do not blink of the offer.

Ye Qingli is choking for words

She forgot that this guy was a local tyrant with several gold mines in his hand.

Alas, I want to open the tavern all over Daluo. I have no plan, and I am dead

Jun Aohan saw that she was in a low mood.

Lower your head and whisper, "if you really want to open a winery, I can help you."