"You're a real capitalist now, aren't you!" Shen Yibin shot him a contemptuous look. He glanced around. The forest stretched for at least several hundred acres. How many trees were out there? 'Even if only one in a thousand has a hollow suitable for brewing Monkey Wine,' he thought, 'across this whole forest, that's still a massive number.'
If Xiaoliu were to actually lease this mountain to brew Monkey Wine, he'd be worked to death. With Xu Ye's wealth, he could definitely afford enough fruit to fill every single hollow. Shen Yibin couldn't bear to make Xiaoliu work that hard.
