The old man took a deep breath, watching as the cigarette stuck in the ground burned out rapidly.
"My time was up. I don't blame anyone. Besides, I also wanted to save this winery."
"You died in a pool of wine, ruining the winery's business, all to save the winery? Was it to prevent the wine here from being sold?"
"That's right. There was something wrong with that entire batch of wine. After I brewed it, I just tasted a sip, and I knew something was off."
Wen Yan's face showed realization. "Was it to protect that young boss?"
The old man sighed deeply. "I've worked here for decades; my whole life has been spent here. That kid went away for school and only came back this year to take over. Our regular grain supplier's land was flooded this year, so we had to source grains from somewhere else. Who would have thought? The grains from that new supplier seemed fine on the surface, and they even had inspection reports. But in reality, they had major problems."
