Never mind about the liquor. Medicinal wine was all the rage among the people of Capital City. Even if you couldn't afford the special editions, you still had to get a normal one. How could they turn up with a bottle of Wuliangye? Was it even high-class? Sure enough, coming from a small town, they were rather ignorant.
Thinking of this, Mason picked up the glass, tipped it into his mouth, and put it down. Then he said waveringly, "The Wuliangye is too strong. My stomach can't really take it, so I'm sorry about that."
Zorro and his colleague were both stunned and they looked at each other doubtfully. Both of them were officials and they had never been straightforward in their language. They understood; it turned out that Mr. Huang wasn't satisfied with the liquor.