Zhao Yang walked up to the table and stood beside the middle-aged man, his gaze falling on the asset details.
The man, in his forties, flipped through the details while saying, "Brother Chen, among your stuff here, I think the equipment is still somewhat useful. Also, I see there's some raw material and—oh, you actually have quite a lot of aged wine!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang's gaze sharpened, landing on those entries for aged wine written in the inventory, his mind beginning to race.
By the look of it, there was quite a bit of wine, and all of it had been aged at least three to five years. If he could successfully purchase it, the factory could start producing Qiang Shen Jiu immediately.
"It's not just the equipment and old wine, ah. Look at this factory premises, it's all ready to go, and the land is mine too. If you're willing to buy it, I can give you a good deal," Chen Baocai said hurriedly.