"Hello~" The woman's voice on the other end of the phone sounded weak, as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Qi Yun cleared his throat and began, "Hello, I heard from a friend that you're looking to purchase two bottles of vintage Maotai whiskey, right?"
"Hmm? Yes, do you have some?"
"That's correct, I have two bottles from the 1980s. I was wondering if you're interested."
On the other end of the line, Xu Qian, who was enjoying a spa treatment with a face mask, perked up at the mention of 1980s Maotai.
Soon it would be her godfather's 70th birthday, and she needed to pick a gift that would truly touch his heart.
She knew her godfather loved to drink, so she had been trying to find two good bottles of whiskey.
If she could make him happy this time, she might just outperform those young female college students and move into that villa...
"I'm interested! What should I call you?"
"My last name is Qi."
