They followed Song Ying's car to a winery in a villa district next to the airport highway.
"Most of the houses here are foreigners, so business will be better if the winery is built here," Song Ying said as they got out of the car.
"Manager Song, you're not doing this for business, but for networking," Su Yun said.
"Not entirely." Song Ying smiled and said, "I've always liked wine. With good wine, someone has to appreciate it. "
"That's true." Su Yun looked around and said, "A few years ago, there were a few giant ships on the high seas. They sent all the Lafite bottles they collected from both domestic and foreign countries to them and brought them back to be sold."
Song Ying smiled but did not respond.
"Manager Song, that deal wouldn't have anything to do with you, right?" Su Yun sensed something strange and asked.
"We're all friends, so I won't hide it. I have a small stake in that business, "Song Ying said softly.
"…" Zheng Ren was stunned.
That was a money-printing machine. Although the business had changed a long time ago, there was still an endless supply of fake wine.
Recently, there was a joke about this kind of business.
It was said that the price was wrong. 3,000 yuan per bottle was marked as 300 yuan, and 2,000 bottles were instantly snatched away. At the end of the joke, it was said in a regretful tone that after a busy morning, they only made 300,000 yuan.
It was obvious that the profit from making fake wine was outrageous.
This was a monopoly. How could an ordinary person get involved?
Song Ying looked gentle and inconspicuous, and he usually didn't do things in a flashy manner. But for him to be able to get involved in such a business at his age … No wonder he smiled and said that he was going to settle things for the short fatty.
He did have the ability to do so.
Su Yun was slightly stunned, then smiled. "Manager Song, I'll look for you for drinks in the future."
"Sure, sure." Song Ying invited them into the winery.
Other than the chef and waiters, there were no other customers, so the winery was quiet. The chef and waiters seemed to have been hired from other shops and were unfamiliar with the place.
"Boss Zheng, I'll skip the formalities. Don't treat me like an outsider." Song Ying came in and said with a smile, "I don't want to eat in a big restaurant. It's too eye-catching."
"It's quiet here. It's good." Zheng Ren was satisfied.
"Manager Song, we were wondering what you would treat us to on the way here." Su Yun looked for the wine rack and looked around. He could be considered to be knowledgeable and did not find any expensive wine. He guessed that it might be in the underground wine cellar, so he asked directly.
"La Romandie de Conti in 90."
"Boss, you really guessed it right." Su Yun laughed: "Is it down there? Shall we take a look first? "
"Please." Song Ying gestured politely and led them to the wine cellar.
The wine cellar was well maintained. Under the light, the bottles of wine with yellow labels seemed to tell of the vicissitudes of time and accumulation.
There were dozens of oak barrels piled up in the depths. The area was much larger than Zheng Ren had estimated.
“Robert
Jean Jr. once said that Romandie Conti was the millionaire's wine, but only billionaires could drink it. Actually, it's not that exaggerated. It's just more pure. " Song Ying picked up a bottle and ran his finger across the yellowed label as if caressing a lover's hand.
"Romandie Conti is one of the oldest wineries in Burgundy. I think it's been producing top-notch wines since 1760." Although Zheng Ren was not interested in drinking, he did not mind admiring the appearance of a top-notch wine.
"The Vecchio family did not fall behind, so the winery was owned by the Duke of Conti. The Duke loved wine so much that he allowed the winery to use his family name. "Song Ying's slightly deep voice echoed in the wine cellar like an old tale.
"I say, Manager Song, this wine looks …" Su Yun carefully studied the bottle in Song Ying's hand, the black hair on his forehead fluttering slightly as a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Dr. Su, please go ahead." Song Ying smiled as well. Both seemed to know what the other was thinking.
Zheng Ren asked curiously, "What are you guys talking about?"
"Boss, during the Sotheby's auction on October 4, 2015, a single lot of 114 bottles of Romandie Conti was sold for 1.6 million US dollars, becoming the most expensive wine in history."
"Oh, that's very expensive." Zheng Ren had no concept of money. 1.6 million US dollars in cash was nothing to him, let alone wine.
He could not think too much about it. If he thought about it more than three times in a row, he would feel nauseous. If he continued thinking about it, he had no doubt that he would vomit in the wine cellar.
Drinking was an activity similar to riding a roller coaster.
Zheng Ren's mind was wandering because he wanted to break free from the alcohol-filled atmosphere.
"That's equivalent to 14121 US dollars per bottle and 1700 US dollars per glass," Su Yun said with a smile. "Manager Song, you didn't buy it, did you?"
"The winery was just completed at that time. I bought a few bottles of wine to fill the wine cellar. Otherwise, it would be empty, without any human presence or alcohol smell, "Song Ying said bluntly.
"Tsk tsk. Boss, a bottle of wine costs at least 100,000 yuan." Su Yun took out another bottle and carefully studied it.
Even if he had 100,000 yuan, he would not have been so careful.
"You can't measure it with money." Song Ying put the wine back on the rack with satisfaction and said with a smile, "Special days, special friends, that gives Conti a unique meaning. Just like a car, it's just a means of transportation. There's no point in making it a symbol. "
"Yes, Manager Song is right." In the face of Romante Conti's wine, Su Yun became much gentler. His persona collapsed and shattered to pieces.
"That day, Boss Meng's Aston Martin was painted in that weird color. That's why he couldn't blend in," Song Ying said.
"Boss Zheng, we'll have seafood tonight. It's almost ready. Shall we go up and have a look?"
"Sure." Zheng Ren had no interest in wine. Su Yun was pacing around a few ancient oak barrels. His salivating expression could be seen from his back.
This time, Song Ying did not say that he could drink as he pleased. It seemed that this wine cellar was his true love.
When he called Su Yun back, the man turned back three times with every step and whispered, "Boss, it's all good wine. It's pure oak barrels … "
"Doctor Su, you have good eyesight!" Song Ying gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely. "Can you tell which year the oak barrels are from?"
"Judging from the patterns, it's from the 17th century. I really can't tell which year it is."
Song Ying was stunned.
He did not expect a doctor from Sea City, who was now working at the 912, to be able to tell the age of the oak barrels.
It was nothing to know about Romandie Conti. For ordinary people, it was just fragmented knowledge. However, there were not many people who could accurately distinguish between real and fake wine, let alone the storage containers.
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