Upon hearing about the 1980s Moutai, the old man's face, which originally showed only a slight change, suddenly brightened, his eyes full of expectation.
He turned his head and stared intently at Qi Yun, eagerly asking, "Do you have Moutai from the 1980s?"
Qi Yun nodded: "That's right, I came across a bottle by chance."
The old man's Adam's apple moved involuntarily, and he licked his lips: "Are you pulling my leg?"
Qi Yun could see it, this old man was clearly an old alcohol enthusiast, so he immediately smiled: "How dare I fool you."
"Hmm." The old man softly grunted, took out the pocket watch from his pocket and placed it on the table, rubbing his hands together, he continued, "Kid, this pocket watch, how about we trade it for that bottle of Moutai?"
Qi Yun looked at the pocket watch on the table, feeling delighted. He was already planning this, and didn't expect the old man to propose it himself.
So he immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll go home and get it for you."
