"Although it's close, it's not far." Chen Zhonglin smiled and nodded.

With that said, Lin Jun understood.

If the 50-year-old wine of Little Dionysus is strong in age and taste, then the Baozhutian wine developed by myself is strong in the function of nourishing yin and yang, which is half a pound to eight ounces.

It seems that Chen Zhonglin's price of 10,000 yuan for Baozhu Tianjiu is quite appropriate. After all, in terms of taste, it can't match the 50-year-old wine.

Thinking of this, Lin Jun turned around and looked at Chen Zhonglin: "Uncle Chen, the price you just quoted is for personal use or for purchasing?"

"Purchasing?" Chen Zhonglin was stunned for a moment, then asked with a wry smile: "How much do you have?"

"Um..." Lin Jun scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Maybe I can make fifty pounds a month."

This is his own conservative estimate, because brewing Baozhu Tianjiu requires the use of aged wine yeast, and brewing aged wine yeast can only be done with the spiritual energy of the first level of his own Dionysus Jue, which cannot be mass-produced.

To say that he can produce fifty kilograms of Baozhu Tianjiu in one month is already a very conservative estimate, but as long as he works harder, he believes it won't be a big problem.

"Fifty pounds..." Chen Zhonglin thought for a while while holding a smoking cigar, then turned around and asked again: "Does your wine really have the functions you said?"

Lin Jun frowned in confusion: "Uncle Chen didn't feel it just now?"

"Oh..." Chen Zhonglin chuckled and said with some embarrassment: "It's not bad."

Lin Jun asked again: "Then what doubts do you have?"

With a profiteer's smile on his face, Chen Zhonglin took another long puff of his cigar, but smiled and said nothing.

From his expression, Lin Jun immediately saw the clues.
Chapter completed!