Feng Jizi swung his long sleeves, and Liu Zheng found himself swept into them.
By the time his eyes regained sight, he was already on the bustling street.
"It's only been ten minutes?"
Liu Zheng glanced at his phone, a bit surprised.
He couldn't tell if it was luck or if Feng Jizi lent a hand.
He jumped into his sports car and floored the gas pedal, heading straight for Rose Street.
"Quickly, quickly get me my wine!"
As soon as he entered the street, the French Plane Tree called out from afar.
"I haven't bought it yet, how can I give it to you?"
Liu Zheng pulled up in front of it, speaking helplessly.
"That's impossible! I caught a whiff of that wine aroma from two streets away. It can't be anything but wine from the Du Kang Wine Workshop."
The French Plane Tree was adamant in disbelief.
"Maybe I picked up the scent from lying in the wine shop for too long."
He recounted his trip to the Du Kang Wine Workshop.
"Then why haven't you hurried there yet!"
