Yang Ming said coldly, "Don't install it here. You restaurant is full of fake wine!"

"Wait a minute, I want to see how about these five grains?" With that, Zhu Daqiang opened another bottle of Wuliang.

He thought to himself: Maoxiantai may have taken the wrong grain except for the problem, but it will not be wrong again.

But when he opened the bottle and smelled it, it didn't feel right. It didn't taste like Wuliang.

Zhu Daqiang picked up his glass and poured himself a glass.

This time, without waiting for someone else to drink, he drank himself.

Zhu Daqiang had a problem with this glass of wine.

He...