162 The eight great masters (1/2)

Jun Mo Xie smiled as if he wasn't at fault and then waved his hands to gesture his two men to bring forth the jars of wine they were carrying. The eyes of everyone present immediately shifted to the jars as the two men set them on the table.

”What's this? Only two jars?” the prince was somewhat disappointed.

”You think these two jars are insufficient?” Jun Mo Xie batted his eyelids: ”These jars are worth eleven thousand taels of silver each, which makes their combined worth twenty two thousand taels of silver.”

Old Song grunted: ”I've never heard of a wine which costs eleven thousand! The price of this is over hundred times of what a wine should normally cost, so this itself is an eye-opener for me.” It was rather obvious that Old Song was being sarcastic.

”A man with limited knowledge and experience always thinks big of himself! You haven't seen every nook and corner of this world yet.” Jun Mo Xie replied back bluntly: ”What are you waiting for? Hurry up; I need to go back early tonight.”

[I've really never seen a blend of wine which is worthy of being this expensive!]

The arrogance of the youngster obviously angered the three men. The man in black sized up the jar: ”The wine looks fairly normal to me; I don't think it's that special.”

”You really won't be able to tell the quality of the wine, and which one is better unless you've tasted them first!” Jun Mo Xie replied coldly.

The three guests sat down on their chairs. The two judges had already made up their minds; [if the two wines are similar, or even if this youngster's wine is slightly better, we'll still vote for Old Song! Just look at this kid, he's way too arrogant!]

[One small jar of wine for over ten thousand taels of silver? No one can afford this! This wine could empty the state treasury!]

”Oh? I didn't realize that there was a little girl present here!” Jun Mo Xie looked at Yang Mo: ”You're very pretty! You'll certainly turn into a very beautiful woman once you grow up! He he….”

”I'm a man! I'm a big man!” Little Mo Yang retorted furiously as he let go of his father's clothes and clenched his fists tightly, while his big and round eyes glared sharply at Jun Mo Xie.

”Really? I don't think so…. You even sound like a girl.” Jun Mo Xie shook his head as he tilted his head to glare back at the boy: ”Maybe you should peek down your pants and confirm it.”

Jun Mo Xie was obviously joking around; young boys don't have coarse voices!

”I'm a man!” the little boy tightly clutched his waistband as his face started to flush with the embarrassing thought of removing his pants to affirm his manhood.

”Maybe you're a man…..” Jun Mo Xie smiled evilly: ”But you still look like a young female version of him.” He said pointing towards the prince.

”I am a man!” the little guy shouted back in a sharp voice: ”And that's because he's my father!”

”Ha ha...” everyone broke into laughter at the same time. Jun Mo Xie rubbed his hair: ”Well good, I won't say that again, so let's just believe that you're a man, okay?”

”Well, well….” The little guy didn't understand Jun Mo Xie's words properly, but came closer to him and whispered in his ear: ”If you don't believe me… then I'll remove my pants and show you.”

Jun Mo Xie was left dumbstruck and.... beaten!

Even though the boy whispered this into Jun Mo Xie's ears, everyone obviously heard it. The men present in the shop were all experts, and their senses were extremely sharp; even if the boy had whispered this in an even softer tone, they would have all still heard it very clearly. Everyone obviously burst into laughter once again, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly eased down.

Jun Mo Xie secretly smiled….. the hitman was experienced enough to understand that it is better to have a contest in a harmonious environment since it helps in maintaining order.

[This kid is definitely going to be somebody someday!]

Realizing that the kid had a lot of fire within, Jun Mo Xie decided to leave the kid alone….. for his own good.

Old Song went into the back room, and returned carrying two jars in his hands. The thick cover of dust on the jars made it evident that these jars had been in storage for a long time now.

”Since you've only brought two jars of wine, I must also produce only two; for the sake of fairness.” Old Song was very proud of these two jars of wine. He had travelled across mountain and rivers to procure the materials for this wine during the prime years of his life, and had fermented this wine with all his skill.