"Thank you, my lord, for sparing my life! Thank you, my lord, for sparing my life!" Wu Tianqi still thought that Chen Wei had suddenly become merciful and was ready to let him go.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me just yet. I want to ask you, the alcohol you have is from Qian Shihao, right?"
Following Qian Shihao's name, a note in parentheses read that he was a member of the Qian Family, the oldest son of Qian Mingyuan.
"Yes, those fake alcohols of mine, or I should say over sixty or even seventy percent of the counterfeit alcohols in River City, are supplied by Qian Shihao. Then, people like us sell them further down the line." Wu Tianqi was desperate to save his life, where would he dare to hide anything.
He wasn't stupid, he knew that after confessing these things, the Qian Family, Qian Shihao, would not let him go.
But if he didn't confess, his own life was very likely to be snuffed out right away.