Chapter 1522: Peerless Fine Wine, One of a Kind

"Commander Han, does your Great Qin truly possess fine wine?"

"What is sweet potato wine? What is rice wine?"

"Are they better than our fine wine?"

"We find that hard to believe."

"After all, our wine here is one of a kind."

"Throughout the entire Maurya Empire, this wine is unique."

"There has never been a liquor that tastes this good!"

"Could it be that Commander Han is simply unaccustomed to our liquor?"

The people of the Maurya Empire were immediately displeased.

Some could hold their tongues, but naturally, others could not.

Their Maurya Empire was vast and rich in resources; what did they lack?

It was only due to an accident that they had become a vassal state of Great Qin.

Otherwise, who would win and who would lose was not yet certain.

The words of these Maurya Empire ministers

immediately stirred the dissatisfaction of the Great Qin generals.

They glared at them one after another.

They wanted to say something, but were all stopped by Han Xin.

Han Xin looked toward those who had spoken.

He thought to himself that there were indeed those who remained unconvinced.

These people seemed to harbor deep resentment.

But he could not kill them all; he would start with a softer approach.

If they still refused to listen, then he would simply kill them all.

Anyone who resisted Great Qin could go to hell.

"You also said 'in your Maurya Empire'."

"You do not know how vast the lands outside are."

"This is the unique fine wine of my Great Qin."

"Giving you some to taste is out of respect for King Ashoka."

"There is no point in talking now; you will know once you have tasted it."

Han Xin's gaze was cold as he swept his eyes across the crowd.

Afterward, he smiled indifferently.

Whether these people would be killed later depended on their future performance.

In any case, they had already conquered the vast majority of the Maurya Empire.

A small minority could not stir up much of a wave.

At most, it would be a minor nuisance.

"Then we shall wait and see."

"Looking forward to Great Qin's fine wine."

Ashoka spoke up to break the cold atmosphere.

At the same time, he used his eyes to warn those ministers who had spoken.

He did not want to cause trouble with Great Qin; it would bring them no benefits.

If anyone below dared to anger Great Qin, he would have them fed to the wolves.

"After drinking it once, I reckon you won't be able to stomach your own fine wine anymore."

Han Xin glanced at the murky liquor on the table and slowly shook his head.

This group of people was truly arrogant.

They didn't have it themselves, yet they insisted that others didn't either.

Could they not humbly learn from others?

It was no wonder they were reduced to a vassal state; it was not without reason.

Just then—

Shanu walked in with two soldiers.

The two soldiers were carrying a wooden crate on their shoulders.

They arrived before Han Xin and set the crate down.

The crate was opened, and inside sat bottles of fine wine.

However, they were all in crude mud jars.

They were not the exquisite ceramic jars Great Qin used nowadays.

After all, this liquor had been brought out a long time ago.

Great Qin now produced ceramics, and everything used to hold wine was porcelain.

These crude mud jars had already exited the stage of history.

"Place one bottle on each table."

"Leave the rest here for now."

Seeing there was still so much fine wine, Han Xin decided to be generous for once.

He was representing the face of the Great Qin Empire, not his own personal face.

Therefore, being generous for once was perfectly justifiable.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers took the wine out of the crate.

They distributed one bottle to every table.

Fortunately, these wine bottles were relatively small.

If they had been the large bottles from before, they would have felt a pang of heartache.

After all, many in the army had not yet tasted such fine wine.

Using it to entertain these black-skinned people now felt inappropriate no matter how one looked at it.