On the way up the mountain, Jiang Chen asked.
Tanki Liuli nodded.
Although the Taoist temple was in tatters, it seemed to have plenty of resources. Wine costing ten thousand ocean per jin—truly, not many could afford to drink it.
Indeed.
Nowadays, every business emphasizes marketing.
Those talent shows on TV, don't the contestants have to share their tragic backstory before they perform?
A shabby Taoist temple and making money are two different concepts.
"The old Taoist master is really a hidden talent."
Jiang Chen sighed and then asked, "You must be familiar with that tavern, right? How much do you pay for a jug of wine there?"
Boss Jiang truly is a businessman, seemingly still worried about being overcharged by the owner.
"I don't know."
"Don't know? Haven't you bought it before?"
Jiang Chen was surprised.
"I don't need to pay."
No need to pay?
Jiang Chen laughed in surprise, "You don't mean you go down with a sword to buy wine, do you?"
"I keep a tab."
