The Wine God seemed to be taking this Drinking Contest very seriously, opening his own secret stash.
Wang Meng hadn't left his quarters for many days. Zhan Yingluo and the others didn't dare disturb him, knowing he was preparing. 'But is there enough time for him to prepare in isolation like this?'
"Fatty Bai, has Wang Meng not come out at all these past few days?" Wang Shifeng was the most anxious of them all. He realized that he had, without noticing, invested far too much in this matter. There was no turning back now. 'If this fails, I'll be completely ruined.'
"Boss, he should be preparing," Fatty Bai said, remaining surprisingly calm after all he'd been through. After all, the worst that could happen was that his boss would return to Wang City, where he'd still be a city lord.
"Sigh, where on earth does Wang Meng get his supply? The supplier hasn't shown up, so what is he going to compete with?"
This was what Wang Shifeng was concerned about.
