Yu Zi put down his wine glass and picked up the half-empty bottle, handing it to Xie Dongcheng, “This bottle, Wang Jing sold me a fake.”

Xie Dongcheng looked shocked, “How did it end up here?”

Yu Zi also couldn’t figure it out, “I don’t know. That rainy day, I left this case of wine at his doorstep and never bothered about it again.”

“You think he resold it to get the fifteen thousand?” Xie Dongcheng’s heart tightened. If so, their money would become dirty money.

“Not sure. But for someone as shrewd as him, why would he sell it to me for thirty thousand, then resell it for only fifteen thousand? If he found a real buyer, he would have demanded a higher price,” Yu Zi said, looking around. “The man on stage, probably Paul’s secretary. He was in charge of purchasing the wine.”

He happened to see Paul raising his glass, looking somewhat displeased. He lowered his head to speak to the young man next to him. The young man then spoke to him in a flattering manner. Paul’s expression didn’t improve much, and the two of them separated.

Yu Zi guessed, “The man on stage should be Paul’s secretary. He’s the one who procured the wine.”

“So many people here, isn’t he afraid of being found out?” Xie Dongcheng didn’t understand.

“Taking advantage of one’s position. Mixing real and fake, unless he speaks up, who would know?” Yu Zi was too familiar with these operations. At that time, David was also like this, nibbling away at the profits of the Yu family hotel.

Yu Zi and Xie Dongcheng, holding their wine glasses, returned to a secluded spot.

Yu Zi thought for a while and took out his phone, directly calling Wang Jing.

The phone rang three times before Wang Jing answered. Yu Zi hadn’t spoken yet, and Wang Jing began pleading, “Mr. Yu, please, I asked you to give me a few days. I’m really raising the money.”

“I didn’t ask about money.” Yu Zi interrupted him directly.

“Huh? Then what is it?”

“Last time, the batch of wine you sold me, who did you sell it to?”

“I didn’t sell it!” Wang Jing denied hastily.

“You’re lying. I saw it myself.” Yu Zi couldn’t help but curse him; this man didn’t tell the truth even when facing death.

“I really didn’t sell it. I took the two cases you left at my doorstep later to use as payment for debts. I didn’t earn a penny.”

“To whom did you owe the debt?”

“I gave it to a distributor I knew in the city. I don’t know what he did with it. I’ve always been doing legitimate business; I’ve only cheated you once.”

“…” If it weren’t for the phone, Yu Zi really wanted to smash his dog head.

Yu Zi hung up the phone, and as he lifted his head, he saw Paul, in a gray suit, standing not far away.

Then, the unexpected happened. Paul actually walked straight towards him.

Xie Dongcheng pulled his arm, “Do you know him?”

Yu Zi shook his head, “No.”

But having seen a bit of the world, he straightened his back.

After Paul approached, he raised his glass towards him, his slightly gray hair reflecting the light in the night. He glanced at Yu Zi and spoke softly, “Young Master Yu?”

Yu Zi was stunned. How could Paul know him?

He could only try to remain calm and nodded in response, “Hello.”

Paul smiled, “It really is you. You’re Yu Zih……”

“Yu Zi.” Yu Zi guessed that he couldn’t distinguish between him and Yu Ziheng, so he reintroduced himself.

Paul nodded, “Just now, I saw you and felt that you resemble your father a lot.”

So he recognized Yu Qing. No wonder he didn’t have much of an impression of this Paul.

“Is your father doing well lately?” Paul looked towards the stage, where musicians were playing.

“He’s doing fine,” Yu Zi said truthfully. Yu Qing was at least much better off than him.

Paul sipped his drink thoughtfully, “Thanks to your father’s generosity, giving our subsidiary both hotels, now, with a new look, it has contributed quite a bit of revenue to the group in a year.”

Yu Zi could only nod awkwardly, forcing out a smile. There were many subsidiaries of Xuyang, and their investments were spread across the entire city and even the whole of North China. It seemed that the man in front of him was indeed a major creditor.

Yu Zi looked at the wine in his glass and couldn’t help but ask tentatively, “Mr. Paul, is the wine tonight a special reserve from the vineyard? I’ve never seen it on the market.”

Paul glanced at him, seeming to know what he wanted to ask.

He remained silent for several seconds before speaking indifferently, “Who do you think drinks the wine here?”

Yu Zi’s Adam’s apple rolled, unable to reply.

Indeed, who cared about the wine here? They cared about striking up conversations with potential business partners. He was no exception.

Even if the bottles on the table at this reception contained 75% medical alcohol, there would probably still be people willing to gulp it down.

Soon, a newcomer came and took Paul away, leading him elsewhere.

The reception was halfway through, and everyone’s attention had long since shifted away from the wine. Except for Yu Zi, no one cared why there was a mysterious red fingerprint on the wine bottle.

Yu Zi held his wine glass for a long time but still hadn’t taken a sip.

Xie Dongcheng didn’t mind at all; he had already drunk half of it. He suddenly turned to look at Yu Zi, “Why do I feel like this wine is tastier than the one you bought last time?”

“How could that be?” Yu Zi laughed at his lack of understanding of wine. This was just a counterfeit wine made by distributors to make money; how could it possibly taste good?

Xie Dongcheng shook his head, “Really, the wine at home makes my tongue numb and my mouth tight when I drink it. But this one doesn’t at all.”

“Were you paying attention to the wine back then?” Yu Zi couldn’t help but laugh at what happened between them that night.

Yu Zi didn’t believe it; he lifted his glass and took a casual sip.

The wine flowed into his mouth, slid down his throat. Yu Zi didn’t speak for about three seconds.

After a while, he turned to Xie Dongcheng, “What I taught you, you really learned it?”

Xie Dongcheng was surprisingly correct. The wine didn’t have a noticeable astringent taste, it was rich and smooth. It showed that the winemaker had balanced tannins, acidity, sweetness, and alcohol content very well in the brewing process. This was very rare.

Although the bottle he bought himself was of good quality, it was slightly inferior in this aspect; the tannin concentration was a bit too high, causing astringency and numbness on the tongue.

Yu Zi even began to doubt if what he was drinking was actually fake wine.

He hurriedly pulled Xie Dongcheng back to the long table, found the bottle of fake wine with his red fingerprint, grabbed an empty glass, and poured himself a little more.

Yu Zi took another sip, closed his eyes and savored it for a moment, the taste was just as before. Very beautiful.

This bottle of fake wine, although it had some differences from the genuine wine produced by the French vineyard, among the hundreds or even thousands of wines Yu Zi had tasted, it could be considered top-notch.

He suddenly understood why someone as astute as Paul could detect that it wasn’t real wine, yet still refrain from exploding at his secretary. With this taste, as long as he didn’t say anything, most people present wouldn’t be able to tell if it was real or fake.

The quality of wine largely depended on the year of grape picking. Even for top wineries, there was a difference between good and bad years for grapes. The difference in taste between this bottle of wine and genuine wine was smaller than that between grapes from different years.

Yu Zi was shocked; this fake wine merchant was quite capable.

Xie Dongcheng quickly finished the remaining wine in his glass and turned to ask, “I don’t understand wine. But there’s something else I don’t understand…”

Yu Zi looked up at him, “What is it?”

Xie Dongcheng said, “Why is there such good wine being turned into fake wine? Can’t it sell for a higher price with its wine label?”

Yu Zi paused and didn’t respond. He remained silent for a moment, lost in thought.

“I really don’t know what those wine sellers are thinking.” Xie Dongcheng chuckled.

People came and went around them, and Xie Dongcheng seemed to remember something, turning his head to ask Yu Zi, “Have you ever been to Mu City?”

Yu Zi shook his head, but he knew about Mu City; it had vast grasslands and wetlands. However, it was remote, and usually, no one would go there to live except for tourism.

Xie Dongcheng continued, “When I was very young, Uncle Wu took me to Mu City on a business trip. We took a train for more than ten hours. After getting off the train, he bought me a bag of local milk. At that time, a bag was only a little over one yuan, it was especially delicious, and you could even drink the thick cream.”

He emphasized, “I think it’s even better than the Australian milk we later saw in that imported supermarket. That Australian milk could sell for hundreds of yuan a bottle, I found it very strange.”

Before Xie Dongcheng finished speaking, Yu Zi suddenly grabbed his arm.

“What’s wrong?” He was startled.

Yu Zi stared into his eyes, “Yes, you’re right. Why is there such good wine being turned into fake wine?”

He immediately took out his phone and called Wang Jing again.

As soon as Wang Jing answered the phone, he started pleading poverty, “Mr. Yu, I said…”

Yu Zi interrupted him even faster this time, “Shut up. Tomorrow morning, take me to your warehouse.”

“Are you willing to take over my warehouse? Do you need money…”

“Who said I want to take it over? Just show me the way; don’t ask so many useless questions.” Yu Zi hung up the phone.

Five seconds later, Wang Jing sent a text message: “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock.”

The roses on the lawn swayed in the wind from the fan. In the distance, there was a lively atmosphere; the party was reaching its climax.

Xie Dongcheng leaned against the long table and asked him, “Do you have a plan?”

Yu Zi’s eyes gleamed, “I’ve been fooled by this scumbag once; I can’t let him off easily. I’ll make him spit out everything he swallowed, even if I have to break his bones.”

Xie Dongcheng had already become familiar with Yu Zi’s style of doing things and roughly understood that he had a new idea, “What are we going to do at his warehouse?”

Yu Zi extended three fingers, “To find an opportunity to make 30 million.”

Xie Dongcheng paused for a moment, remembering the luxurious villa in the western suburbs that Yu Zi had his eye on. He suddenly smiled and corrected, “No, it’s 33 million.”

Yu Zi asked, “What do you mean?”

Xie Dongcheng replied, “We need to add a Bentley.”