Upon seeing Zhou Mingchen enter, Jin Fengnan was already mentally prepared. After all, he had just expelled Zhou's delicate wife from Langxing, and given his character, coming to seek justice was inevitable.
"Your timing today is coincidental. Someone just sent me two bottles of fine wine. Care to have a drink?"
Zhou Mingchen sat down at the bar, "Sure."
"I heard there was trouble with the plot of land your uncle owned, and it's rather curious that they could dig up relics from it," Jin Fengnan handed a glass of wine to Zhou Mingchen.
"You're quite well-informed." Zhou Mingchen sipped his wine, "From the year 2000."
"Impressive," Jin Fengnan gave a thumbs up, "You truly are a wine expert. Just one sip and you know the year." After speaking, he lifted the wine bottle, which clearly had 1995 printed on it.
"The losses must not have been small, right?"
