Gradually, some people started to wake up.
Those who woke up first looked at the people around them and then wiped away their tears.
The emotions were fading slowly. It was complicated but left a deep impression.
It was as if they had just gotten drunk or had an unforgettable love.
Ding, ding —
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Rasfa clearly didn't plan on letting them continue immersing themselves in their memories and emotions.
"Rasfa, what's this? Magic? "
"Can't you smell it? It's wine."
"No, it's not wine. This feeling reminds me of my mother."
"I forgot, Kelly …"
"Ladies and gentlemen, would you like a glass? Let's have another memory. "
Rasfa waved his hand, and a servant brought cups of wine to everyone.
It was a wonderful feeling, a painful memory, but they couldn't stop.
However, there was only one glass of wine.
When everyone was immersed in their emotions, the feeling was slowly fading.
"Mr. Rasfa, please get me another glass," a woman said. "Thank you."
"Yes, I want another glass too. This feeling is wonderful."
"Sorry, dear. I'm afraid I can't fulfill your request," Rasfa said with a smile.
"Why? Are you stingy with a glass of wine? "
"You saw it too. There's only one bottle of this wine. At least for now, I only have one bottle. I've already distributed it."
Rasfa knew very well what it meant when something was rare, it was precious.
If he satisfied everyone at once, they wouldn't cherish it.
Only by tasting it a little would they enjoy the feeling more and more.
This was Rasfa's own experience. Only when one couldn't get what they wanted was the best.
"You should prepare more."
"Rasfa, this isn't how you treat your guests."
Everyone was complaining, even those who recalled the pain.
They were also very unhappy.
In fact, what they experienced wasn't pain, but longing.
But before they could be satisfied, the feeling had already faded.
It was like drinking half a glass of wine and running out of wine before it was satisfied.
Or, when they were doing something, they ignited each other's fire, but there was no condom.
"Silence, silence," Rasfa called out. "Everyone, you should know how precious this wine is. It's not that I don't want to prepare more, but I really don't have more."
"Mr. Rasfa, I want to know where you obtained this wine."
"I got it from the East. It's a very, very old winemaking family. Do you know how much I paid for this bottle of wine? It's not how much I paid, but how many promises I made, "Rasfa said.
"The mysterious East."
"It's like a dream-like wine."
"Although it was just a cup of wine, it allowed me to experience a part of life."
"I feel like I'm young again. I'm in love again."
"Then, Rasfa, if you get this wine again, can you inform me immediately? Or I can buy it directly. "
"Mr. Rasfa, I'm willing too. No matter how much it costs, I'm willing."
"Alright. If there's more Purple Brew in the future, I'll let you know," Rasfa said with a smile.
Judging from the reactions of these celebrities, the wine tasting was obviously a success.
The guests slowly left with some nostalgia.
Until the last guest arrived before Rasfa.
"Rasfa."
"Bach." Rasfa hugged his old friend.
"You treacherous bastard. What Eastern wine? I don't believe it," Bach scolded jokingly.
Of course, Bach knew why Rasfa did this.
He wanted to use this wine for profit or to expand his network.
As long as people flocked to this wine, Rasfa would be able to easily expand his network.
He wanted it too, but Rasfa would definitely not let him have it.
"You didn't stay to scold me, did you?"
"What's the point of scolding you? If I scold you, will you tell me the source? "
"Of course not. Don't even think about it."
"I'll hold an auction on the top floor of Hilda Hotel on May 7th. Get a bottle of this wine and put it up for auction," Bach said. "This wine can help me attract more rich people."
Bach was a businessman, and he auctioned top-notch luxury goods.
He didn't have any company at all. He fought for auction items and bidders purely based on his own credit.
However, Bach had been in this business for fifty years.
The items sold in his hands were worth more than ten billion dollars.
What did that mean? It meant that his auctions sold around two hundred million dollars every year.
This was more than most auction companies in the world.
It could be said that Bach itself was a brand.
Bach knew many, even dozens of times more rich and famous people than Rasfa.
There might be people in Los Angeles who didn't know Rasfa, but they definitely knew Bach.
"I'm afraid it won't be easy. The source is very tight," Rasfa said, troubled.
"I promise the final price of this wine won't be less than five hundred thousand dollars."
"Old bastard, are you looking down on me? Do you think I'm short of five hundred thousand? "
"Fine, fine. I promise it'll be more than a million. If it's lower than that, I'll arrange someone among the guests to raise it to a million."
As a famous person in the auction world, Bach was familiar with all kinds of business methods.
Some auction items might not be expensive, but they could attract more bidders.
For example, the Purple Brew was like that. That was why he was willing to pay for it.
"I can't give you an answer for now," Rasfa said.
"Old bastard, don't push your luck. Even the thirty-year collection of the French Chateau only sold for one and a half million dollars in the past three years."
"Do you think the Purple Brew isn't as good as the French Chateau's thirty-year collection?"
"Rasfa, you've lived for decades. Do you still say such stupid things? The value of some things doesn't lie in their quality, but in their reputation."
"If it were you, would you buy the Purple Brew or the French Chateau's thirty-year collection for the same one and a half million dollars?"
"My answer is useless," Bach said honestly. "I can't spend one and a half million dollars on a bottle of wine, no matter what it is."
"One and a half million dollars. That's my bottom line," Rasfa said.
Bach's eyes flashed. He was hesitating. The wine was indeed a great brew.
But could it really attract enough rich people?
"Steven will also have a party in two days. He also has a bottle of wine. He's planning to open it at the party."
"Bastard, you're not the only one with this wine?"
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