In the horse-drawn carriage, Brooker looked at Ian with a concerned expression, and asked, "Master, are you worried about the effect that Boss Mag's wine will have on business for our winery?"
Ever since they had got onto the carriage, Ian had remained completely silent.
"Competition exists in all sectors of the market, and it's the primary driving force behind innovation and improvement. If the wine he brews can truly pose a threat to our winery, then so be it. It's much more refreshing to see a man with actual skills and talent rather than all of those dimwits doing everything they can to suck up to me, thinking that I would provide them with a one-way ticket to riches and prosperity." Ian shook his head with a hint of a derisive sneer on his face.
"Then…" Brooker was a little perplexed.
