Everyone was staring at Wen Heyong; they knew Wen Heyong was an absolute expert.
So as long as he tasted it, he would definitely be able to give the most accurate evaluation.
"It must be trash! It must be trash! It must be trash!"
Although Wen Heyong hadn't given any evaluation yet, nor had he actually started tasting, Young Master Wu and pig head standing aside had already begun cursing like madmen.
Young Master Wu and pig head were rivals of Wang Deren.
They hoped Wang Deren would be utterly ruined, never able to rise again, because only then could they forever stand on his head...
...
Wen Heyong did not know what they were thinking; he began to seriously taste the wine...
The moment the taste buds on his tongue touched it, he felt as if he had been hit by a truck.
He was completely stunned...
Previously, he had tasted many kinds of Baijiu, but he had never tasted one as good as this.
"This isn't Baijiu; this is simply nectar of the gods!"
