Seeing that Wang Jun's expression was turning grim, Chen Bin quickly spoke up.
"Mr. Ma, my friend's business is actually quite big. He thought your wine was excellent and wanted to come over to discuss a partnership with you."
Shooting a sidelong glance at Chen Bin, the old man asked, "How big is this business? How much can you sell in a day?"
After a brief moment of thought, Chen Bin slowly raised three fingers.
"At least three hundred pounds!"
The old man frowned immediately upon hearing this.
"Young man, don't try to brag in front of your elders! Three hundred pounds? Hmph!"
At this moment, the old woman chimed in as well.
"Young man, our wine is handmade, we simply can't produce that much."
Clearing his throat lightly, Wang Jun asked casually.
"Since your wine is this good, why don't you expand production?"
