"I have prepared a small gift. I hope you will accept it, Officer Tan."
As Zhu Yaotian spoke, he presented an antique wooden wine box with both hands. When he opened the lid, a bottle of aged spirits lay quietly inside. The bottle was made of pottery, its mouth sealed with red clay. It looked ancient and weathered, bearing the marks of time, clearly centuries old.
This aged spirit was a rare treasure, one of a batch that the head of the Zhu family had purchased at an exorbitant price from an old merchant years ago. The wine itself was essentially an antique. It had been impeccably preserved; after centuries of aging and settling, the liquid had become increasingly mellow—a supreme masterpiece among spirits.
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