Three hours is neither too short nor too long.

After having a New Year's meal with Feng Jizi and playing a game of chess, the time was gone.

As for the chess played, of course, it was Gomoku.

Liu Zheng might be able to fool Niu Ma with his Go skills, but playing against an old monster like Feng Jizi was a bit overestimating himself.

However, Gomoku allowed him to use various winning strategies devised in later generations, making the game more balanced.

"Senior, this is for you."

Before leaving, he thought for a moment and gave his game console to Feng Jizi.

"Next time I come, let's play games together."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"I hope young friend won't have to come again."

Besides being touched, Feng Jizi couldn't help but sigh.

Exchanging nightmares for procurement quotes is indeed risky; using sweet dreams for it is even more tragic.

Those so-called sweet dreams are actually the most beautiful memories or expectations, otherwise, they wouldn't serve as ingredients for brewing wine.

If people lost these, how would it be different from being walking corpses?

"No worries, exchanging those broken dreams for procurement quotes is a good thing indeed."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles.

"Hmm."

Feng Jizi didn't try to persuade further.

He could already see that this young friend was outwardly slick but actually a person of firm determination.

After completing the wine procurement, Feng Jizi saw Liu Zheng off at the Du Kang Wine Workshop.

"Take care, young friend, I must go now."

Feng Jizi cupped his hands and then turned and disappeared.

"Da Ji, come over and move the wine."

Liu Zheng waved to Niu Daji in the car.

"Coming, coming."

Niu Daji immediately got out of the car and ran over.

"Boss, there's so much wine, it won't all fit in the car."

It glanced at the piles of wine boxes and jars.

"How much can fit?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I estimate not even half can fit."

Niu Daji calculated and said.

"Then let's have City Hall and President Yuan send people over to take theirs away first."

He called 4399 and Yuan Baoer successively.

Soon, two large trucks arrived one after another to take away the wine.

The two loaded the remaining wine onto the spirit car and transported it to the clinic to unload.

After instructing Niu Daji to deliver the promised wine to the Jinzi family, Liu Zheng took some wine back to the restaurant.

Before getting off the car, he deliberately left a bottle of Golden Label inside.

Although he didn't know if the driver could drink, the gesture was still necessary.

After entering the delivery passage, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately decided not to deliver wine to the passage.

After all, it was already on drugs, becoming an alcoholic too would mean it had indulged in all five poisons.

"Boss, I'm back."

Back in the break room, Liu Zheng yelled.

"You're back?"

Niu Ma looked up, expression kind.

"Ah, yes, I'm back."

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

"You don't have any valuables on you, do you?"

Niu Ma asked with a smile.

"Uh, is it still in time to put them away now?"

"Of course..."

Before Niu Ma finished speaking, a hoof came flying over.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng had anticipated it and blocked it with four tentacles.

Of course, whether he blocked it or not didn't matter much; he was still directly knocked out from the break room, hanging on the corridor wall.

"...It's too late."

After sliding down from the wall, Niu Ma leisurely said.

"Didn't you promise not to hit me?"

Liu Zheng spat out some blood and complained.

"I said the one who'll hit you isn't me, didn't say it won't be me. I'm the department head, if I don't hit you, who will? What, do you want the boss to personally come and hit you?"

Niu Ma retorted.

"Forget it, I don't want to end up like a grilled squid."

He trudged into the break room and sat back on his small stool.

"Where's my wine?"

Niu Ma impatiently asked.

"Wow, you beat me up like this, and you're still thinking about your wine. Am I not your most beloved subordinate?"

Liu Zheng looked at him as if looking at a scoundrel.

"Stop pretending, do you think I don't know if you're okay? Hurry up, or you'll really be in trouble later."

Niu Ma raised a hoof threateningly.

"Sigh, it's tough being a subordinate, even tougher being a half-human, half-sheep subordinate, and toughest being a subordinate to a half-cow, half-horse boss."

He sighed, while taking out the promised wine for Niu Ma from the Headless Mandarin Duck Pouch.

"Blabbering about what, hurry up and contribute your dried fish as snacks for the wine."

Niu Ma eagerly grabbed the bottles, laughing happily.

"There's only a bit of dried fish left, don't crave it any more. Besides, using dried fish as appetizers for such good wine is too cheap; at least have the kitchen make a couple of dishes."

Liu Zheng advised.

"Hmm, makes sense. I'm off to the kitchen to get some food, if I come back and find the wine has lessened, you're dead meat!"

Niu Ma said seriously.

"Boss, do you seriously not even have that little trust in me? Then I'll be really heartbroken."

He half-jokingly said.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust your abilities. If that hand comes in to grab the wine, can you stop it?"

Niu Ma asked.

"Uh, seems like I really can't stop it."

If he could stop it, he wouldn't have been "taken for a ride" by Ghost Hand last time.

"Even if you can't stop it, you have to try. If you can't beat it, do you think you can beat me? Hmph!"

Niu Ma said domineeringly, then turned to walk out.

"Wait, boss. Take these bottles, these few are for Napoleon, these few are for Salmon."

Liu Zheng stopped Niu Ma.

The grade and quantity of wine for the White Feather Chicken were noticeably higher than those for San Huamao, to avoid drawing too much attention.

"Every day it's either running errands for you or passing messages, really, who's the boss here?"