Jiang Cheng didn't have much of a reaction after hearing it.
Because Simon was right.
Baijiu indeed doesn't suit the foreign palate.
"Mr. Simon, that's quite normal. If I were a businessman, I wouldn't buy a product that would cause me to lose money either."
Jiang Cheng understood very well.
"However, Mr. Simon, we also have rice wine, bamboo leaf green, and other low-alcohol drinks. Would you like to take a look?"
Simon, seeing Jiang Cheng still making an effort, laughed boldly and said, "Sure, let's have a look."
The two of them walked toward the beverage booth.
On the way, Jiang Cheng asked with concern, "Mr. Simon, how much has George's matter affected you?"
Simon was silent for a moment, then smiled relievedly.
"What's done is done, why bother over it."
Jiang Cheng disagreed and said, "I admire your openness, but you haven't done anything wrong."
Simon wore an open-minded smile on his face.
"In this world, not making mistakes doesn't mean you will win."
