Seeing Si Cong lost in a reverie, Su Chen couldn't resist kicking him a couple of times. "Hey, wake up! What sweet dream are you having? You're about to start drooling!"
Snapping out of it, Si Cong looked at Su Chen, his eyes burning with intensity. "Old Su, what do you think of my idea?"
'Actually, Si Cong's proposal had a lot of merit. The wine's origin was traceable and its quality was top-notch. With just a little promotion back home and leveraging Si Cong's network, he could probably get this wine company off the ground quickly. As for whether it could become an industry leader, that was harder to say.'
Su Chen stroked his chin, lost in thought. He still had some reservations. "Your idea is good, but how are you going to compete with a brand like Romanée-Conti on marketing? Their reputation is already deeply ingrained in the public's mind. You can't just shake that overnight."
