Ken was now a chauffeur for a rich man.
Today, he had sneaked back from his busy schedule.
After snatching a bottle of wine from Bant, Ken happily drove to work.
"Hello, Mr. Rosario," Ken greeted as he watched his boss get into the car.
"To Beverly Hills."
When Rosario got in the car, he also took a bottle of red wine.
Suddenly, Rosario saw a bottle of wine on the front passenger seat.
"What wine is that?"
"Mr. Rosario, I just went home. My father's friend gave it to me."
"Pfft … It doesn't even have a brand."
Rosario's tone was somewhat mocking. "Do you know Valande Rue Winery? Or Marag Winery? "
"Uh … I don't know."
"Ken, you don't even know these famous wineries. Why are you drinking red wine like others?"
Rosario picked up the wine he'd brought. "Do you know how much this wine costs?"
"I don't."
"Twenty thousand dollars. 90 years from Valande Rue Winery. There are less than a thousand bottles in the market every year. That's called red wine, understand?"
Ken chuckled. The first rule of being someone else's chauffeur was not to argue with his boss.
He indeed didn't know much about wine, but he liked Chen Zhao's wine.
Ken had always been grateful to Chen Zhao.
Back then, Chen Zhao had saved him, dragged him out of the fire, and even helped him save his life.
Moreover, their families had always been close.
Their families often visited each other too.
In Ken's eyes, Chen Zhao was much wealthier than his boss.
As for his boss, Ken knew him well.
Rosario was actually just a nouveau riche. He was in the transportation business.
He had ten trucks under him and over ten million in assets.
However, after Rosario became rich, he started to learn from the upper class.
He would attend rich people's parties or drink red wine like others.
After arriving at a villa in Beverly Hills, Ken waited at the door.
Judging from his posture, Rosario was probably going to a party.
Rosario entered the villa. There were already many people inside.
"Mr. Mayer."
Mayes was the owner of this villa and also the organizer of this party.
He was also someone Rosario wanted to curry favor with.
Mayes was the owner of a local appliance manufacturer in Los Angeles.
If Rosario could get Mayers' order, then his company's business would increase by at least 30%.
"Hi, Rosario, you're here. Come in and have a seat."
Mayes treated Rosario coldly.
He patted Rosario on the shoulder and turned around to leave.
Mayes had always looked down on Rosario.
He had never thought of Rosario as belonging to his own class.
Because Rosario used to be a truck driver.
Rosario stopped Mayes. "Mr. Mayes, I bought this for you. It's a 90 year old wine from the Valande Rue Chateau. It's very hard to find in the market."
Mayes picked up the wine Rosario had given him and had a look. He couldn't help but sneer.
"Rosario, do you know red wine?"
"Uh … I occasionally study it."
"Then do you know that the red wine made from the Valande Rue Chateau uses White Dew Cabernet Sauvignon. Because the White Dew Cabernet Sauvignon Sauvignon grows on the red soil in the suburbs of Paris, the soil there has a higher alkaline amino group, so the White Dew Cabernet Sauvignon Sauvignon absorbs it. This is also the reason why the red wine made from White Dew Cabernet Sauvignon Sauvignon Wine has a special taste. However, if it's fermented for too long, it'll ruin the taste. That's why the best vintage is 96. Although the price is 20% higher by one year, the amino acid content also increases year by year, causing the taste to be more astringent. A 90 year old wine can't be drunk anymore. If you want me to keep it, I have plenty of wine in my cellar. If you want me to drink it, I'm afraid you'll make me vomit on the spot."
Mayes' words made Rosario's face turn red. He couldn't say a word.
Rosario didn't know anything about red wine. He only remembered a few expensive wine brands.
In his opinion, the older the red wine, the more expensive it was, the better it would taste.
Although he couldn't taste it himself.
Even at home, he preferred vodka, brandy, or whisky to red wine.
If it weren't for social engagements, he wouldn't even spend $20,000 on a bottle of wine.
"Forget it, you meant well." "Come with me, I'll show you the true charm of wine." Mayers said casually, as if those harsh words weren't from him, "Come with me, I'll show you the true charm of wine."
Although Mayes looked down on Rosario, he liked to feel superior to people like him.
Mayes led Rosario into the hall.
At this time, there were already many people in the hall.
Mayes clapped his hands lightly, signaling for the guests to quiet down. "My friends, I invited you all here today to share a bottle of wine that I obtained with you."
Mayes glanced at Rosario out of the corner of his eye, and Rosario instantly blushed.
Mayes casually placed the bottle of wine that Rosario had given him aside and asked the servant to bring him a bottle of wine.
"Huh? Why is there no logo?"
"Which winery is this wine from?"
"Is this a bar like Sacramento's Mara Supermarket?"
Mayes glanced at the guests. He didn't expect that someone among his friends would recognize the wine.
"Tora, does the supermarket sell this wine?"
"Only in Sacramento's Mara Supermarket, and it's limited. Only forty bottles are sold every month, and each bottle costs $60,000. There's no logo, only the number at the bottom."
"Will people buy it?" someone asked.
"Hehe … Because the wine's made by the same person as Daydream. Do you think no one will buy it?"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Daydream?
There was no one in America who didn't know about Daydream.
It was a wine that created a miracle in the tourism industry of an entire city.
A wine that was mythical.
And now, they could drink the wine made by the same wine maker.
No one thought that the $60,000 wasn't worth it.
Instead, everyone was looking forward to it.
"Do you know how much money I spent to buy this bottle of wine?" Mayes looked at the crowd.
"Wasn't it $60,000?" Rosario asked.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Since Mayes said so, it must be more than $60,000.
Moreover, one could imagine how crazy the demand would be after the first batch of nameless red wine was put on the shelves.
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