Chapter 12: The Power of Spiritual Wine

Shao Shan's father hastily gave a few instructions and hung up.

Shao Shan's face turned green once again.

That treasured aged wine had already been taken to He Zhi's house and hadn't been brought back. Where was he supposed to find it now?

Going to He Zhi's house to look for it now would be too late.

Besides, taking back something he'd already given away—Shao Shan didn't have that thick of a face.

However, a moment later, Shao Shan looked at the spiritual wine in his hand, and his expression immediately relaxed.

With this divine wine, who needs aged wine?

As long as he brought out this spiritual wine, he'd definitely be able to win over that big shot.

He just felt a bit reluctant—he hadn't drunk enough of it himself yet.

An hour later, in a luxurious private room at the Lihao Grand Hotel, a grand banquet was underway.

Seated in the main position was a wealthy merchant with a cold expression.

Beside the merchant sat Shao Shan's father, Shao Jianguo.

Shao Jianguo was extremely attentive to the merchant, constantly introducing the dishes on the table—all famous dishes carefully prepared by master chefs.

But the merchant didn't seem particularly interested.

Only when Shao Jianguo introduced the wine did the merchant's eyes brighten slightly, as if he were someone who enjoyed drinking.

"I heard that President Zhao loves fine food and wine. The cuisine at Lijiang Grand Hotel doesn't seem to catch President Zhao's eye."

"Fortunately, President Zhao is very interested in my seventy-year aged wine."

"That brat Little Shan, why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Shao Jianguo felt slightly pleased but also anxious.

At that moment, Shao Shan walked in carrying an exquisite box.

Shao Jianguo immediately felt relieved—this unreliable son had finally not messed things up.

"President Zhao, this is the premium aged wine I've treasured for many years..."

As Shao Jianguo opened the box, he smiled at the merchant beside him.

Halfway through his sentence, he stopped.

Because this wine bottle was clearly wrong!

Shao Jianguo couldn't help but turn his head and glare fiercely at Shao Shan.

I told you to bring the seventy-year aged wine—what did you bring instead?

Shao Shan just shrugged with an innocent expression.

"Old man, I took your aged wine to drink with a friend."

Shao Shan explained. With just that opening, he nearly made Shao Jianguo cough up blood in anger.

"However, I got this fine wine from my friend. It's called Grand Dao Wander, and it's several hundred times better than your aged wine!"

Shao Shan continued to introduce the spiritual wine.

But how could Shao Jianguo believe him?

Those gaming buddies Shao Shan knew—what decent people could they be?

What good wine could they possibly have?

Shao Jianguo was extremely disappointed in Shao Shan at this moment. This banquet was very important and related to the future of the company.

President Zhao was a big shot who had to be pleased.

But now it seemed Shao Shan had ruined everything.

"I should have had a few more sons. As long as one turned out well, I wouldn't have to be constantly angered by this bastard. He'll be the death of me sooner or later..."

"Maybe after this is over, I should have another one? I wonder if there's still time."

Shao Jianguo thought angrily, actually considering having another son as a backup.

At that moment, the wealthy merchant President Zhao ignored the father and son, and curiously picked up the antique wine bottle from the box.

"Grand Dao Wander? What a strange name."

President Zhao opened the bottle on his own, poured himself a drink, and took a light sip.

Instantly, an unprecedented extraordinary flavor exploded in his mouth.

His eyes involuntarily narrowed, and he remained motionless for a long while.

Suddenly, a tear slid down from the corner of his eye.

President Zhao had weathered many business battles and was accustomed to the scheming between people. His heart had long been frozen, and only fine food and wine could temporarily numb his soul.

But at this moment, under the power of this spiritual wine, he suddenly remembered his first love, his youth, and his original dreams.

This made President Zhao suddenly burst into tears, realizing what he had missed and what he had lost.

He had an epiphany.

So I'm not just a money-making machine after all.

I also have a heart, emotions, passionate dreams...

"Good wine! Good wine!"

"Where did you get this wine? Young man, does your friend have more?"

"I'm willing to pay for it—I'll give you however much you want!"

A moment later, President Zhao suddenly stood up.

He wiped away his tears and asked Shao Shan excitedly.

The taste of this wine was too wonderful.

One sip had practically given him a new lease on life.

His heart, frozen for many years, had been melted.

He made up his mind—he must obtain this wine!

One bottle wasn't enough; ten cases wouldn't be too many.

His merchant's instinct even kicked in.

He'd already thought about it—if he could get his hands on the formula for this wine and promote it on a large scale, it would surely dominate all markets and sell globally...

"President Zhao?"

Seeing President Zhao like this, Shao Jianguo, who had been contemplating his backup plan, was stunned.

Could what Shao Shan said actually be true? Was it really premium wine?

Otherwise, why would the battle-hardened President Zhao be so excited?

It looked like he'd even cried.

It's just a glass of wine—is it really that dramatic?

President Zhao hadn't even finished it; he'd only taken one sip.

Shao Jianguo quickly looked at Shao Shan again. Since President Zhao asked, answer him quickly!

"President Zhao, I got this wine from a friend."

"I'm sorry, but he doesn't want to reveal his identity, so I can't tell you. However, I'll convey your wishes to him tomorrow."

"Since there's no problem with the wine, you two enjoy your meal. I'll be in the next room if you need me."

Shao Shan didn't tell President Zhao about He Zhi's identity.

As a second-generation wealthy heir, he knew how troublesome it would be for He Zhi, an ordinary person, to be targeted by a big shot like President Zhao.

So he would keep it secret for He Zhi.

After speaking, Shao Shan excused himself and left.

"I lost my composure."

Seeing that Shao Shan wouldn't answer, President Zhao immediately realized he had indeed lost his composure just now.

He quickly sat down and regained his calm.

Such matters really weren't appropriate to ask about—it would be suspected of prying into trade secrets.

At the same time, President Zhao pondered—the Shao Corporation actually had this kind of unprecedented premium wine. Could it be a secret formula?

"It seems I must seriously consider cooperating with the Shao Corporation."

President Zhao thought to himself.

Originally, he had been somewhat indifferent toward Shao Jianguo.

But now, he had changed his mind.

Even just for this fine wine, President Zhao had to cooperate with the Shao Corporation.

Otherwise, what would he do if he couldn't drink it anymore?

The power of the spiritual wine was evident—one sip had changed the mind of a top-tier wealthy merchant.

Of course, this was also because President Zhao himself loved wine.

"President Zhao, my son is truly hopeless. I've made you laugh."

"Since you like this wine, President Zhao, tonight we won't return until we're drunk."

"Let me try some too..."

Shao Jianguo also reacted at this point. It seemed the wine Shao Shan brought was truly extraordinary!

After speaking, Shao Jianguo also tried pouring himself a glass...

That night, both Shao Jianguo and President Zhao got drunk.

Originally, both were cunning old foxes who were constantly scheming in their hearts.

Like earlier, after President Zhao took one sip of the spiritual wine, he immediately began calculating.

If he could get his hands on the formula for this wine...

But after a few sips of spiritual wine, he forgot all his schemes.

The two men embraced each other at the table, crying and sharing their innermost thoughts.

By the end of the banquet, their relationship had become as close as old friends of many years, closer than brothers.