The gazes of the eight men converged simultaneously on Zhao Tiezhu.
While his attire was clearly expensive and he carried an air of distinction, he looked for all the world like a "Pale Face" — certainly not the owner of a distillery. He might have been able to catch the eye of some wealthy socialites, but he didn't command any respect from them.
The stout man who had spoken first earlier now wore a cold, mocking smile as he said, "Feng Jun, don't think you can just find anyone to dismiss our proposal. Taoxian Brew needs our vigorous support, or it won't even make it out of Dongzhen!"
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