Xavier looked at Lance with disbelief in his eyes. This isn't just hundreds or thousands, it could be tens of millions worth of goods each month. Can Lance really take it all?
Lance understood his doubts. In fact, from the moment he walked in, he had firmly controlled the rhythm of the entire conversation and the initiative.
"Xavier, I consider you a friend, so I'm telling you a secret."
"My distillery produces at least fifty million yuan worth of liquor every month, and even that's not enough for me to sell. Sometimes, I have to find ways to grab some more from others to sell."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry, you know, I started with the gang, so I'm not always friendly with peers!"
"As long as your price is within the range I can accept, I can take it all."
"Actually, you could completely bypass selling to me. If you have the guts, you could dump into this massive market that's short on alcoholic beverages."
