Chapter 817: When will I marry you?
Liu Limin spent just more than a hundred taels of silver to poach seven old brewing masters from the Meng Family Wine House, all of whom possessed exquisite brewing techniques. For Liu’s Brewery, this was like picking up a great bargain.
Of course, for the Meng Family Wine House, it was a heavy loss.
Meng Yuanjian couldn’t care less about these matters; he had already taken that more than a hundred taels of silver and vanished into who knows which gambling house. The steward was left seething with anger, barely able to calm down. When he finally arrived at Meng Mansion, he found that he had been furious far too soon.
Meng Tong, who had always regarded the wine house as his lifeline, was sitting on the front steps with a face swollen like a pig’s head, staring into space. Staring was one thing, but before long, he was heaving sighs and shedding tears.
The steward initially thought that the news from the wine house had somehow reached Meng Tong’s ears ahead of time and was just about to praise the Family Head for his reliability when Meng Tong, as if having discovered a new continent, spotted him and approached with a very odd gait on his two legs. With shimmering, bright eyes, he excitedly grabbed the steward’s hands, "Can you cure impotence? Can you?"
Steward: ...
As it turned out, ever since the day he was severely beaten up by Da Hai and his men in the restaurant, Meng Tong’s body hadn’t been the same. The physical injuries were bearable, but that particular area was too embarrassing to mention.
Upon returning to the mansion, Meng Tong had no time to deal with the workers who came to catch the adulterer; he plunged straight into his favorite little concubine’s room. But to his dismay, after trying four or five times, there was absolutely no reaction from down there.