"However, other people who want to follow suit will need time to research. If they can't work it out, I estimate they will target our distillery. Have the Jiang Family guard it more closely. Drive away anyone who isn't honest."
"Yes, I understand," Fugui said with a smile, "I've also considered the possibility that someone might want to make fruit wine, and had people look into it on my way here. We should have news later."
"I trust you to handle things." Fugui had worked with her for many years and could almost be said to have watched her grow step by step, and he was almost like family.
"By the way, Ming Liu is also of age. What are your plans on this side? If you don't have any special thoughts, shall I take charge and pick a date to get the matter settled? Both of you are not young anymore, it's time to start a family."
Speaking of marriage, Fugui felt somewhat embarrassed, his head lowered, while Yang Chuxia glanced at him and noticed his neck had reddened.