"With this Silver, what kind of fine dowry can't you prepare for your daughter? Isn't it more dignified than just a bottle of wine?"
The boss's eyes lit up, yet he still restrained himself and said: "This... sir, it's not about the money, no matter how much money there is, how can it compare to the daughter wine I personally brewed for my daughter?"
Seeing the boss was unmoved by either hard or soft approaches, and even so many silver notes couldn't sway him, Gu Wu felt even more determined to drink that wine.
The less he sold it, the more Gu Wu felt belittled.
"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, throwing all the silver notes at the face of the tavern owner, saying, "Just these silver notes for your daughter wine. If you don't sell... heh, a dowry, is it? Tomorrow, I'll have a word with Minister Zhang and ask him to send a matchmaker to your house and see. Though I'm no spring chicken, marrying your daughter and having this bottle of daughter wine as part of the dowry won't be a loss!"
