"Look at that, Brother Mengcheng really knows his wine—just one sniff and he can tell it's good stuff. Good wine is bound to be pricey, you know."
Mei Mengcheng twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't get Mei Mengzhen's logic, but the wine did smell amazing, and honestly, he knew nothing about wine.
The four of them each took a small sip, and were instantly won over. Even Fan Tianyu, who just opposed the price, couldn't say much, "It's good. I mean, I don't really know wine, but it's good." He still felt it was expensive, but good wine really was good wine.
Mei Mengzhen compromised a bit, "How about this: if the wine doesn't sell well, we'll just buy it in bulk online. Group buys definitely aren't sold for the original price, so if it's cheaper I can accept it."
Everyone thought that sounded fine, so they took turns trying the wine. The two bottles of floral brew were polished off pretty quickly by four people who barely drank.
