Chapter 1211

if there is a master of wine making in the dwarves, his status may be even higher than that of the general forging master.

After all, there is no shortage of forging masters among dwarves.

However, the dwarves' wine making masters have appeared in ancient books.

Now, there is no such thing.

Therefore, rarity is the most important thing.

The same is true of masters.

After the number is more, it will not appear so lofty.

"A person is limited to one bottle a day."

Qile knew what fanzan thought, so he gave a voice again without expression.

"But, manager Qi, this bottle of wine is really too few."

Fanzan raised his hand to the bottle and motioned.

For the dwarves, no matter how much wine is, it is not enough to drink.

Anyway, it's either drunk or drunk.

Such a little wine is not enough.

"No, rules are rules. If you still want to drink, come back tomorrow."

Qile shook his head and said slowly.

It's not a good thing that you want to be full at one time when you drink good wine.

If you really want to drink once, you may have to lie in the store.

So hunger marketing is better.

Only by thinking about it, can we make our customers spend all the time.

What's more, it's also for the sake of customers' health.

"Since the store manager Qi said that, I'll come back tomorrow."

After listening to Qi Le's tone, fan Zan knows that this matter has not been discussed.

So I have to compromise.

It's a painful thing to have good wine in front of you, but you can't drink freely.

Maybe I know that there is so much wine today, so fanzan, who always likes to drink big, has changed to tasting wine with small mouth.

However, 60 ml is not much.

Even if it's just a sip, it won't last long.

"Master fanzan, is this really so good to drink?"

Kurdish looked on the side and asked.

"Of course, it's good to drink, Kurd. It's not my boast. Manager Qi's wine is definitely the best one I've ever drunk."

"No one!"

Fanzan's evaluation of Maotai flavor liquor is very high.

All of a sudden, Kurds are interested.

Then I took a look at the price by the shelf, ten crystal spirit bottles.

I looked back at the bottle in fanzan's hand.

"This Master fanzan, a bottle of ten spirit crystals. Don't you think it's too expensive? "

Kurdish looked at the price and thought it was a bit inappropriate.

The elves have never felt much about wine.

So it's not cost-effective for Kurds to buy a bottle of no more than two mouthfuls of wine with ten crystal spirits.

"Expensive? How can it be expensive! "

"This is the right price for this good wine!"

Fanzan immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

The value of this sauce flavor liquor is a matter of different opinions.

For fanzan, ten crystal crystals are cheap.

"Since master fanzan has said that, I'll try and see."

As soon as the interest of Kurds comes, they don't care about the price.

After all, the flavor of Maotai flavor liquor is very attractive.

"If you don't like it, you can give it to me..."

"Wait!"

After a casual remark by Kurdish, van Zan suddenly came up with an idea.

"Although each person is limited to one bottle a day, there is no restriction on one bottle per person."