"Brother Gu, heh heh Brother Gu, that twenty-year-old Daughter's Red is even better than the emperor's tribute wine. People like us don't have the face; we'll never have the chance to taste it in this lifetime. But Brother Gu, you're clearly different from us. Just a glance at your demeanor, and it's evident you have the aura of a supreme being. If you step in, that boss will definitely sell us that bottle."
Gu Wu laughed heartily and rubbed the fat man's head, saying, "You have quite the eye, kid. How did you tell that I am a supreme being?"
The fat man was taken aback, sensing an opportunity, and quickly said, "Brother Gu, if you're not an ordinary person, then Zhang the Chancellor wouldn't be buttering you up, right?"
