The red wine is quite good, each bottle costing over a million.
At the banquet, Yang Junluo enthusiastically chatted with Bai Xiaosheng about gourmet food, occasionally raising his glass for a toast.
If it weren't for Yang Xiaoyun's previous mention of medical advice against drinking, you wouldn't have guessed he couldn't drink at all.
The wine flowed, and the dishes were savored.
Yang Junluo shifted the topic and finally got to the "main issue".
"Sheng, I heard from Xiaoyun that our Yang Family had a little misunderstanding or friction in business with some of your Huaxia Business Group members?"
Yang Junluo smiled as he spoke, sounding rather casual.
Bai Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Xiaoyun, who was admiring the color of the wine in his cup.
It wasn't just "a few people" or a "small misunderstanding"—it was a commercial trap that nearly swindled most people on Bai Xiaosheng's side!
