I know he's dead.
I'm right inside your winery right now."
Wen Yan chatted with the owner here for a bit—the owner was an honest guy. Upon hearing someone wanted to buy wine, he didn't care how late it was to call back, and straightforwardly told the truth about the recent incident.
Ten vats of wine, he even said he wouldn't charge for the wine itself, just pay for shipping.
Listening to his words, Wen Yan pretty much understood why this winery kept opening and closing.
Figured that if customers found out later about an accident at the winery, they might return the wine, get annoyed—with less drama if he told them up front.
So honest—no wonder this winery can't go on.
Not long after, the sound of a car came from outside. The young owner rushed in, only to see the old man lounging like he was in a bath, his arm slung over the edge of the wine pool, enamel mug in hand, drinking away.
