Zhou Dagen straightened his spine; he was already in his fifties. Life is only once, with no second chance at fifty. He was gifted, endowed with a more sensitive tongue than anyone else since he was a child.
He was a lover of wine, but it was also wine that left him alone in his twilight years. At thirty, he had the chance to go to France, the holy land of spirits, for advanced studies. But at that time, he was also appreciated by a domestic distillery that offered him a job as an appraiser. After weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Dagen chose to stay in Mo City.
Little did he know that the distillery offering him an olive branch specialized in making counterfeit and branded liquor. Out of helplessness, he could only go against his conscience and help the distillery replicate a variety of beverages that closely matched the tastes and quality of the famous brands.
