All the generals were speechless upon hearing how sharp a tongue Yun Yang had.
He was generous just a second ago, but had somehow become a sticky, glass-hearted miser - stingy and prepared to take advantage of his guests…
There was nothing they could do about it, though.
What Yun Yang had said had mostly been true. Yutang’s top-tier brewery did favor their country’s militants and disliked holding a grudge against the other empires; it was also true that they would not be able to buy the wine; it was impossible to ask Tie Zheng to buy it or them, since Yutang’s military would probably be troubled by the price that they should be paying for the Blood of the Hero in the future!
"Brother Yun, how much can you get for us? Just name me a price, I won’t say another word!" A burly man with a curly beard grabbed Yun Yang’s shoulders and said earnestly, "I, Old Sun, will take everything you've got!"