Selling Fake Wine

"This is indeed a basement." The receptionist smiled awkwardly. "Sir, did you hear wrong? I didn't hear any sound just now."

"I advise you not to play any tricks. Hurry up and take me underground." Mo Long was determined. "Otherwise, I'll make sure your restaurant can't continue operating for a day."

The receptionist broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing if she should bring Mo Long over.

After all, it was the underground wine cellar, the most secure place in the entire restaurant. Usually, other than the winemakers and the waiters in charge of transporting the goods, no one would go to that place.

So, how did the sound of people come from that place? And coincidentally, she was the person Mr. Mo Long was looking for?

Seeing that the receptionist was still standing there like a wooden block, Mo Long became impatient. "I told you to bring me there, didn't you hear me?"