"Whatever you have to say, say it after you get married." Zige didn't let go of his hand.
"Sis, they are master brewers." Lin Ziyin pleaded with a smile, "I must make the arrangements for the distillery with them before I get married. If I wait until after the wedding, we won't be able to start production in the second half of next year."
"What's so good about wine?" Zige replied apathetically. Wine was something old men drank, with a weird taste. Moreover, the situation in the Northern Land was special, people barely had enough food, let alone surplus for making wine.
"Sis." Lin Ziyin tried his best to convince her, "Don't underestimate wine, I am going to create our own brand of wine in the Northern Land, it's going to be a huge business. And I promise it'll yield high profit with small investment."
Making money was indeed a matter of importance. But getting married was also significant, Zige looked at him in quandary.