"Is the person okay?" Wen Yan quickly asked.
"They're fine, just a minor issue. It's my day off today, a rare chance to have a drink, so I might have... gotten a little too happy.
I just wanted to give you a heads up, so you know about this—don't let anyone mess with you, and don't drink it yourself either."
"Alright, thanks a lot."
After hanging up, Wen Yan felt like his brain was overheating.
Something didn't feel right.
Honestly, he thought, even if that old guy ever slipped up, it could only happen with just-distilled batches.
But for stuff that's actually sold, that absolutely shouldn't happen.
He'd read up on it; that distillery had been around for decades, stopping and starting, business never really growing, but there had never actually been any poisoning incidents.
