Chapter 260
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Spike opened the box. Inside were green bills. They were all brand new and smelled nice.
Spike picked up a stack and checked. Then he picked up another stack.
There was no mistake. It was indeed a million dollars.
"Where's the thing I want?"
Spike tossed the bottle to the person. The person hurriedly reached out to catch the bottle but almost lost it.
The person checked the bottle too. At least, he confirmed that it was real.
"Mr. Spike, I'm just a middleman. You don't have to be so wary of me. Since our deal is done, I don't mind telling you something. Right now, a few people in L.A. are looking for you. You better be careful. I hope I won't hear about your sudden death."
The reason why Spike chose to trade with them was that they had the best reputation in Los Angeles.
There was almost no record of cheating. Spike left with the money.
Just then, the man in black took out his phone. "Hello, Mr. Manus. I'm Figo Reeves. I've got the goods."
"Send it to my boss in Beverly Hills. I'll transfer the money to you."
"Okay, I understand."
Although Figo Reeves had bought the bottle of red wine from Spike, he didn't understand why Manus's boss would want an unsealed bottle of red wine.
If it was the complete 1842 Rawls Wine Cellar Collection, he could understand.
But was it really necessary to spend 1.5 million for the remaining one-third of the wine?
Figo Reeves personally escorted the wine. Just as he reached Risfar's house, two cars suddenly stopped in front of him.
Figo Reeves immediately hugged the wine tightly. Thankfully, it didn't seem like they wanted to start a fight. The person who got out was also someone he knew.
"Mr. Paul, may I ask what you mean?"
"Figo, Mr. Rasfa said that he wants the thing in your hand."
"Sorry, it already has an owner."
"Mr. Rasfa is willing to pay you a higher price."
Figo's eyes flickered. Just then, some people walked out of Risfar's manor. Risfar walked out too.
"You must be Figo. Where's the thing I want?"
Figo didn't dare to raise the price in front of him. He immediately handed the wine to Risfar.
Risfar pulled out the cork and smelled it. Yes, this was the smell.
Paul looked at Risfar. "Hello, Mr. Risfar. I'm Mr. Rasfa's butler. I'm Paul."
"Hello." Risfar nodded slightly. "What can I do for you?"
"Mr. Rasfa also wants this bottle of red wine. I wonder if Mr. Risfar is willing to part with it."
"I'm sorry. I don't have the habit of sharing things I like with others." Risfar smiled and shook his head.
"Mr. Risfar, aren't you going to listen to the price?" Paul felt that the man would be tempted by his offer.
Risfar was indeed rich, but there was no reason for him to reject a free income.
Risfar smiled. "Oh, then how much is Mr. Rasfa going to give me?"
"Two million USD, what do you think?"
"Haha … Do I look like a beggar to you?"
"Three million dollars?"
"Well, Paul, I'm going to rest. Please go back."
"Five million dollars," Paul said again.
"Goodbye." Risfar returned to the manor without looking back.
Paul picked up the phone helplessly. "Mr. Rasfa, the wine is already in Risfar's hands. I offered five million, but he's still not willing."
"Five million? He's not willing to give it to me?" Rasfa frowned.
What was the use of the wine?
Risfar wasn't even willing to give five million dollars.
It had to be known that the three most expensive bottles of wine in the world were only 3.2 million, 2.88 million, and 2.1 million.
He offered five million dollars for this bottle of red wine that was only one-third left, but Rasfa was still not willing.
Even if the bottle was filled with diamonds, five million dollars was more than enough.
Rasfa was itching. After thinking for a while, he still called Chen Zhao.
"Chen, tell me the truth. Is it wine in the bottle?"
"Did you get it?" Chen Zhao asked.
"No."
"Send Paul over. I'll give you a bottle. Drink it with Zola."
"Tell me, what is it?"
"That bottle of wine can make people ten years younger, but each person can only have one chance, and a bottle of wine can be shared by three or four people."
Rasfa felt like he was going to have a heart attack. "Chen, are you kidding me?"
"If you don't want it, then forget it. I'm going to bed in half an hour."
"Yes, yes, I'll go myself."
In less than ten minutes, Rasfa arrived at Chen Zhao's house.
You and Zola can drink half of it. Hide the rest, but I can't promise you how long it'll last. Also … I'm going to sleep. "Chen Zhao shoved the bottle into Rasfa's hands." Don't ask anything. Each person only has one chance. It won't be effective the next time. Also … I'm going to sleep. "Rasfa nodded.
"Chen, I love you." Rasfa hugged Chen Zhao tightly.
"Stop nagging. I know you must be impatient right now. Remember to call Zola."
…
"Zola, where are you now?"
"I'm at the company. What are you doing?"
"Immediately drop everything you're doing and come to me."
"Dad, what's up?"
"It's very important."
Zola thought that something had happened, so she hurried back to Rasfa's manor.
However, she found that Rasfa was fine. He was still drinking red wine in the yard.
"Dad, what's going on? What's going on? "
"Sit down and drink with me."
Zola sat down and Rasfa poured her a glass of red wine.
Zola took a sip. "Huh? Which winery is this red wine from? It smells so good. "
Zola finished the glass and picked up the bottle. "Puffett Winery. Their red wine doesn't taste like this."
Zola poured herself another glass. "Dad, you called me back just to drink this red wine?"
"Do you think it's worth it?"
"Alright, for the sake of this bottle of red wine, I'll forgive you." Zola clinked glasses with Rasfa and drank it all in one gulp. "Dad, have some more red wine from Puffett Winery."
"Ha …" Rasfa took a sip. He had to admit that this was the best wine he'd ever tasted.
Just then, Zola got drunk and collapsed on the table.
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