"Well..." Thomson was a little embarrassed. He stammered, "There must be a production problem."
"Are you sure?" Seven stared at Thomson. He could tell at a glance that Thomson was lying.
"Well, there's really something wrong with the output capacity. After all, it's a special edition, and many people need it." Thomson nodded.
"There are too many people, so you want to reduce Master's quota? Others don't know Master's identity, but how can the steward not know?" Seven questioned angrily, "Tell me the truth. What's going on? Why did Master's wine supply get cut off one after another?"
"Senior Thomson Qi, let me tell you the truth. Don't be angry." Thomson sighed and said, "You also know that Jacob is in charge of the recipe for the special edition of the wine, and he is also the one who provided the wine."
"Yes, the Holy Doctor, right? I've heard of him. So what?" Seven asked.