"What Purple Brew?" Talist asked, confused.
"Don't you know? It's the legendary godly wine, "Angus said.
"Oh … I remember now. Is it the magical wine that saved all the tycoons during the Hilda Hotel hijacking incident?"
"Yes."
Talist was getting more and more dissatisfied. He was on par with Rasfa in the company. Be it in terms of ability, connections, or wealth, they were all on par.
But this time, many important guests had rejected his party. Instead, they'd chosen to attend Rasfa's party.
To him, this was a provocation or even a declaration of war.
That night, Talist realized that almost all the important guests didn't come.
He was so angry that he smashed his own bedroom into pieces.
Don't underestimate a party. For upper-class people like him, the number of guests at a party could reflect a person's identity and status.
Today, there were only a few kittens. To him, it was a humiliation.
If only one or two people didn't come, it would be fine.
But almost all the important guests didn't come tonight. What would the one or two important guests think?
They'd think that Talist had lost his power and was abandoned by his allies.
On the other hand, if all the guests went to Rasfa's side, it would also be a huge blow to Talist.
Also, parties were very important opportunities to strengthen and expand connections.
One party might not mean anything, but what about two, three, or four times?
Ordinary people would become rusty if they didn't go out for a long time, not to mention a group of people with interests.
Not to mention a group of interests, they also needed to rely on various gatherings and parties to maintain their relationships.
Late at night, Talist called Angus again.
"Hello, Angus, it's me, Talist."
"Oh, Talist, what's up?"
"How was Rasfa's party?"
"Do you want the truth or a lie?"
"The truth, of course."
"It's an addictive wine. It's amazing."
"You mean he drugged the wine?"
"No, no, no, this is entirely the charm of the wine. It's hard to describe the feeling. I've never drunk such a mesmerizing wine before. It's filled with a dreamy feeling. I can feel the lingering aftertaste in my mouth. It's so addictive …"
Once Angor started talking about the Purple Brew, he started talking non-stop.
The more Talist listened, the angrier he got. "Enough! I don't want you to talk nonsense! "
"Why are you shouting at me?"
Talist realized he had lost his composure. Ange was a very important ally of his in the company.
Ange was the third largest shareholder in the company. It was precisely because of the support of Ange and a few other large shareholders that he could fight for power with Rasfa in the company.
Their relationship was not that of a superior and subordinate. He did not want to lose this ally because of this.
"I'm sorry, Angor. Is the wine really that addictive? Can it make people lose their minds? "
"No, it's the opposite. It can make people more rational. It's just too magical." Angor did not talk non-stop this time. He could also feel Talist's emotions. "To be honest, if Rasfa provides this wine again and you host a party with him, I'll still choose this one. Sorry … it's not a choice of benefits. It's just that I miss the wine."
Talist was not an idiot. If Angor kept attending Rasfa's parties, who could guarantee that he would not side with Rasfa?
"Do you know where the wine came from?"
"No. I asked him, but Rasfa didn't say anything. The others were also secretive when they asked. They said they got it from a winemaker family in the East."
"Damn bastard, stingy!" Talist growled, gritting his teeth. "Is there any way to get information about the wine from him?"
"No way. He's very wary of me. You know that."
Soon, the entire wealthy class of Los Angeles was talking about one thing.
Don't host a party without Purple Brew. Otherwise, it would be very boring.
Being able to serve guests with a bottle of Purple Brew, even if it was only one cup per person, was a very honorable thing for the host.
…
One of Rasfa's friends pulled Rasfa back, his face full of righteous indignation.
"Rasfa, you've already hosted three parties. Every time, you say there's no more Purple Brew, but every time, you take out a bottle to serve guests. You're clearly lying to me."
Nelson came to all three parties and drank three cups of Purple Brew.
He became more and more passionate about the Purple Brew. Every time, he would pull Rasfa away, wanting to get information about the Purple Brew from him.
Or he could get the Purple Brew from him.
However, Rasfa was very tight-lipped about the Purple Brew and its information.
Nelson wanted to tie Rasfa up and pry open his mouth with a screwdriver.
Yesterday, Nelson also hosted a party, but he discovered that many of the guests had disappointed expressions on their faces.
Another friend asked him why there was no Purple Brew.
Nelson was so angry that his nose almost went crooked. What did he mean by no Purple Brew?
Didn't they know how precious that wine was?
Nelson didn't lack money. His assets were worth twenty times more than Rasfa's.
A small portion of his assets was in the movie industry.
However, someone like Rasfa, who was in the entertainment industry, actually had something that he didn't have.
To Nelson, this was an insult.
"Nelson, I just got this bottle today. I can't wait to invite everyone over to taste it. Isn't this enough to show my sincerity?"
The feeling of being invited to taste the Purple Brew was completely different from having a bottle of Purple Brew and inviting a friend over to taste it.
"Rasfa, tell me. How much do I need for you to sell me a bottle?"
"Nelson, I really don't have any left."
"I heard that your company will release a movie in July. I'll help you arrange for at least five hundred more theaters."
Rasfa raised an eyebrow. Steven's new movie would be released in July.
Recently, Steven had been complaining to him that time was too tight and there were too few screenings in the cinemas.
"Nelson, I'll try to get you a bottle."
"How long?"
"I can't promise."
"Don't you have it at home?"
"You can come and search. If you find one, I'll give it to you for free."
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