Before Yun Zhenyue even had a chance to brag about Gu Yuan,
the ghost manager came hurrying down from the second floor.
He was holding a peculiar bottle of wine.
The bottle's glaze shimmered with an ominous blood-red hue, like cinnabar aged for hundreds of years. When the light hit that patch of red, the patterns on the bottle's mouth seemed to squirm like living creatures.
"Boss, I have a bottle of treasured vintage right here."
"This is no ordinary wine. The former manager specially rewarded me with it for all my hard work."
"The level of this bottle alone is on par with my necklace, to say nothing of the wine inside."
After he spoke,
the ghost manager poured a full glass for each of them.
The crimson liquid was visibly viscous, forming a small vortex at the bottom of the glass while emitting a tempting aroma.
"No, thank you. I don't drink."
Yun Zhenyue refused, shaking her head.
