"Alright, I'll send a representative in Beijing over later. However, Song Yun, I have to say, I can't give you the fifty billion right away. It'll take at least a week," said Wen Changlin. "This is a huge amount. Of course, you must handle all the Newcastle family's wine business for me, including your domestic resources. You should help me promote and grow this business. Do you understand my meaning?"
"Of course, my processing plant is already in operation. Uncle Wen, I'll transfer the processing plant directly to you. In ten years, you can earn at least seven to eight billion from this business. No matter how you look at it, you are getting the better deal," said Song Yun. "Age truly has its advantage."
"If there's no profit, why would I do business?" Wen Changlin replied. "But, Song Yun, there is a way you could avoid spending a single penny."
"Oh, what's the way?" Song Yun asked, his eyes lighting up.
