“This beer can’t hurt anyone, right?”
“It won’t hurt you. Spiritual Qi only benefits people. It won’t hurt anyone.”
Chen Zhao’s head kind of hurt, but his mind was extremely clear.
The sweet alcohol entered his throat, hot but not burning.
A fragrance poured out without an endless aftertaste.
Images flashed past his eyes. Memories that had blurred became clear again.
Chen Zhao’s cheeks actually dampened.
He wiped away his tears. “What, I became so emotional after drinking this.”
“Your spiritual power isn’t bad. If a regular person drinks it, they’ll probably dissolve into tears.”
“You’re sure drinking this won’t kill anyone?”
“Of course. It’s not fake alcohol.”
Chen Zhao looked around. There was a bamboo forest in the distance.
He cut down some bamboo tubes and poured the wine in.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to see if there’s a market.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sell the alcohol. Money’s tight these days and you keep spending. I need to maintain my income.”
“How much can you sell this for?” Old Turtle grew interested too.
“I don’t know,” Chen Zhao said. “I have to package it and find some rich people to taste it.”
“There’s purple bamboo deep in the forest,” Old Tortoise said. “It’ll look better if you use that bamboo.”
“Purple bamboo? It sounds hard to grow.”
“Grows one segment every century. But time flows differently here. As long as you don’t chop them all down and only cut down one or two every time, you’ll be able to maintain it.”
The two worked for a while. The purple bamboo was very sturdy.
Chen Zhao couldn’t even hurt it with his bare hands. In the end, he had to add magic to the bronze sword and chop with it.
“Name it,” Chen Zhao said.
Old Turtle wasn’t cultured.
He thought for a long time and could only think of things like Divine Wine, Spiritual Wine.
Chen Zhao was speechless. Uncultured people were scary.
“Just call it Purple Brew.”
“How is that name better? What’s bad about Old Turtle Divine Wine?”
“Great, but we don’t have an old turtle in the wine.”
Chen Zhao made ten purple bamboo tubes and poured wine into it.
He’d planned on brewing wine from the grapes in his backyard anyway.
If the Purple Brew could sell for a nice price, he’d set up a sales channel.
This way, he’d have another source of income.
Old Turtle unwilling carved the words on in classical Chinese: Purple Brew.
…
“Halifa, how about we eat dinner together?”
Halifa Oliver frowned. Why was this old guy inviting him today?
She was angry just thinking about the last time.
Steven had obviously gotten Hutchinson-Gilford Syndrome, but the next day, he said that he wasn’t sick. It was just a trick to see her reaction.
Halifa didn’t know how Steven did it, even tricking the doctors.
But with Steven’s wealth, it wasn’t completely impossible.
However, Halifa was still caught up with this.
She didn’t want Steven to die, but she was even unhappier seeing how comfortable and relaxed Steven was.
“I’m busy,” Halifa rejected him after hesitating for three seconds.
“I feel depressed these days,” Steven said in a low voice. “I want to die.”
“You old *sshole, you want to trick me again?”
“No, I’m serious. Work is stressing me out.”
Halifa knew that Steven wouldn’t commit suicide.
But she was still worried, even though Steven was a shameless bastard.
“Where are you now?”
“At home,” Steven said.
“Wait for me.” Halifa sighed.
This old bastard was honestly her nemesis.
After hanging up, Halifa said to her driver, “We’re not going to the company anymore…”
When Halifa arrived at Steven’s house, she saw him lying shirtless beside the pool.
“Old bastard. Halifa entered the house.
“Hi, Halifa. You’re here.”
“You don’t look like you’re about to die.”
“I said that I want to die, not that I’m going to die,” Steven said matter-of-factly. “Sit down and drink a glass. We haven’t drunk together in a long time.”
Halifa studied him. Steven seemed to have drunk a lot. He smelled of alcohol.
Steven never drank alone. Whenever he was unhappy, he would find someone to drink with them.
When they were still together, Steven would ask her to drink with him.
After they divorced, Steven would go to his friends.
He really did have something on his mind.
This was why he called Halifa over to drink.
Just then, a commotion sounded outside the door.
“Why can’t I go in?”
“You can’t go in.”
“How can you stop me?”
“Ah!”
Two pained cries came from outside. When Halifa and Steven heard it, they both got up and went to the door.
Then they saw Chen Zhao standing there. Two guards lay on the ground.
“Uh… Would you believe me if I said they hit me first?”
“Chen, how come you’re here?” Steven looked at Chen Zhao in shock.
Halifa looked at her bodyguards on the ground, expression uncomfortable.
“You did this?”
“Halifa, Chen is my friend.” Steven was a bit worried that Halifa would do something to Chen Zhao.
He knew how powerful Halifa was.
“Your guest?” Chen Zhao looked at Halifa and then said to Steven, “I came to give you some wine. I brewed it myself. You can try it.”
Steven looked at the bamboo tube in Chen Zhao’s hands. There was a shiny film on the surface.
The bamboo had a mistiness. Instead of wine, it looked like it contained chemicals.
“I won’t disturb you anymore. Bye.” Chen Zhao handed the Purple Brew to Steven and then went back to his car.
“Uh…”
“Is this drinkable?” Halifa looked at the bamboo in Steven’s hands.
Steven didn’t think like her. Chen Zhao’s wine definitely wouldn’t be bad.
The instant he opened the bamboo, an extreme fragrance spewed out.
Then all his memories with Halifa flashed past his eyes.
And then he started crying. A strong yet complicated feeling kept growing in his heart.
Standing beside Steven, Halifa also couldn’t stop crying.
She thought of how she met Steven, became close, dated, and then divorced. All the ups and downs seized her heart in seconds.
Right then, the guard on the ground suddenly stood up.
“Wow…I need to go find my wife. I miss her. I need to go find her. Boss, I need to take leave.”
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