"Don't just stand there gawking, come help me move this stuff." Luo Weimin shot Wu Jun a glare when he saw him frozen at the door. "With these old arms and legs, you expect me to haul it for you? Show a little respect for the elderly."
"Luo, I give up. I never knew you were a secret millionaire. You've taken being low-key to a whole new level." Wu Jun walked over, running his hand over the body of the Audi A8, and joked, "Nice car. Let me borrow it for a few days."
"Not a chance. A man never lends out his car or his wife." Luo Weimin chuckled, swatting away Wu Jun's groping hand. He pulled a case of liquor from the trunk, wiggling his eyebrows as if presenting a treasure. "Look what I brought for you," he said with a grin.
"Flying Fairy Maotai! Luo, have you lost your mind?!" Wu Jun gasped when he recognized the logo on the case.
A single bottle cost over 3,000. With six bottles in the case, that was nearly 20,000.
