ps: The number of words is slightly less, more than 4,300 words (a gift of 300 words). I will definitely sell my strength tomorrow:)

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The female secretary posed her slender waist, opened the door to Sean's office, and walked in with Old Sean and David, the chief winemaker of the idle manor.

"Oh, Mr. Sean, I haven't seen each other for a while. What surprises do you want to bring to me this time?"

As a famous alcoholic in the European wine industry, Sean looked at the first sight not the female secretary's round butt and slender legs, nor the two bearded men, Old Sean and David, but the basswood box in Old Sean's hand. Judging from the size of the box, there are at least two bottles of wine in it.

The name Sean is ordinary in France, like Zhang San and Li Si. The same name will not make him look at Old Sean differently, unless there is a good wine that can impress him, perhaps he will also invite the old guy with the same name to sit down and have a cup of coffee or something.

David and Old Sean looked at each other, imagining the crazy situation of Vice President later; when the "Purple Dragon's Breath" was caused, the two of them were completely crazy.

"Mr. Vice President, this is a new wine just brewed by Yi Ren Manor Manor, and it is the most excellent product among the new wines. I think only you are qualified to taste it."

Old Sean ignored the president Henry Du Peng intentionally or unintentionally, which made Sean very happy; the guy always had more fine wine in the cellar than himself, which made him feel indignant. Sean in the idle manor was indeed a sensible person.

"Not that of President Du Peng?" Sean smiled and looked at the old Sean, who had the same name and different surname as him, and suddenly felt a little kind.

"In my eyes, you are a real expert."

The romantic French chicken is not as pure and selfless as Chinese people imagine. Old Sean has been living in the French wine industry for many years, so he naturally knows that the relationship between President Du Peng and President Sean is not wonderful, and he also knows that the person who really holds real power now is Sean, the vice president. Although he prefers fine wine and women on the surface, he prefers fine wine and women. However, he has more professionalism than that guy who has been president for more than 20 years, and it also makes major AOC wineries more convinced. In fact, if it were not for Du Peng's ability to appreciate red wine and strong qualifications that no one could match, this presidential position would have belonged to Sean long ago.

In addition to believing in red wine, Old Sean also believes in the Lord. He believes that the National Association for the Name of Origin Research on Names of Origin will actually have a vice president with the same name as him, and this must be the Lord's guidance.

"Okay, sit down and let me see the wine you brought. If you are qualified to post the 'national honorary bid', then the idle manor may break the rules and become a new aoc."

Old Sean's words made Vice President Sean laugh and asked him and David to sit down intimately. He also blinked at him: "Let me guess, this is your purpose, isn't it? Oh, 'Purple Dragon Breath', this name fǎngfo brought me into the medieval legend, the world with knights and evil dragons. I have to say, the person who gave this name is really a genius."

"He is also a genius of brewing wine." Old Sean added in his stomach, slowly opened the basswood wine box, and smiled: "'Purple Dragon's Breath'. Please taste it by the vice president."

There were two bottles of red wine in the basswood wine box, without sticking the wine label, and the color of the cork at the mouth of the bottle was still tender, which means that these were two bottles of wine that had not been stored in the cellar.

“Not stored in the cellar?”

Vice President Sean was slightly stunned. He couldn't help but look at Old Sean and the others in confusion.

It is basic common sense to need to be stored in red wine, but with the development of the times, there are more and more Asian nouveau riche who are ac-level artists who learn to drink red wine. Don’t expect these people to buy decanters. Don’t expect them to master the amount of alcohol they poured out and shake the red wine in the right posture. Therefore, even AOC-level wineries will launch the ‘cooked brew’ process to make some convenient fast-food red wines that are specifically designed to deal with the ordinary markets in Asia and Europe.

Although this type of wine will not have top-notch products, it can ensure a certain quality due to its rigorous material selection and advanced new craftsmanship. Some even surpass ordinary "cellar-style" old craft red wines.

Sean was just wondering, how could this kind of ‘fast food noodles’ red wine appear in front of him, and it gave such a shocking name, ‘The Dragon’s Breath’?

After repeatedly confirming that Old Sean's head did not look like something was wrong, he picked up a bottle of red wine and used a bottle opener to open the corks carefully. He sniffed with his nose, and the smell seemed very ordinary, which made the vice president frown. If Old Sean hadn't spoken, he would have been quite happy, I'm afraid he would have thrown the bottle on someone's face long ago.

Out of courtesy, the vice president poured out some "Purple Dragon's breath". Seeing his careful appearance, he was like a real top red wine. He just filled the bottom of the wine glass. He smelled it again, and was really not in the mood to shake and taste it. He frowned and said, "Mr. Sean, you should give me an explanation?"

There was a faint fragrance of grapes floating in the air, and Sean could quickly judge the excellence of the grape varieties. But this made him even more angry. As a senior alcoholic and a tasting expert in the wine industry, he could tolerate someone making red wine of average quality, but he could not tolerate someone to waste the best winemaking materials. This was like a pure and charming beauty who was caught by a sloppy and sloppy old pervert who had no career and no future. Even a man would be indignant about it.

"The master of winemaking said, let's shake it."

Old Sean looked at his brother of the same name with a smile, very sympathetic. When he saw this wine, he was also confused and angry, but when he shook according to Zhou Yi's request, the whole world changed. He thought that he must use a master to describe Zhou Yi, otherwise he would be sorry for the bottle of "Purple Dragon's Breath".

"Shake it? What if I shake it? I don't even experience fast food red wine in the cellar? I think I'm an outsider who hasn't experienced it!"

The vice president sneered and his anger gradually rose, but finally, driven by curiosity, he picked up the wine glass and shook it twice; his posture was beautiful and professional, with just the right strength, just like a real nobleman in wine.

"Shit" As the wine glass swayed, a strange sound appeared in Vice President Sean's ears.

"Well, it's not a sparkling bar? Or even sparkling wine is not considered a good one, just adding inferior soda? This is really bad. This is an insult to a senior expert in the wine industry. Is this, my god, how could it be like this?"

There were no bubbles in the wine glass, let alone soda. With the slight hissing sound, a familiar aroma of wine suddenly appeared in front of Sean's nose. Even if he sniffed it with his ears and eyes, he could instantly determine that this was a cooked fragrance that only high-quality red wine had been stored in the cellar for at least thirty years!

When he sobered up, he judged that the fast food wine that had not undergone cellaring technology at all actually had the top Mouton. The taste of Raphie after fully 'awakening' was far beyond that!

Where is the arrogant and elegant vice president Sean? Where is the same as the calm demeanor of the nobles when tasting the top red wine, the "Bordeaux's golden tongue" who pointed out the country and waved the square and vigorous "Bordeaux's golden tongue". He couldn't help but stretched his neck and looked towards the mouth of the cup.

"boom!"

There seemed to be a loud noise in my head. An unprecedented, unique, extremely mellow and thick wine that could make the scent of wine coming from the bottom of my heart and forming trembling on my skin suddenly erupted from the wine glass, making the vice president's mouth instantly full of saliva, and bit his tongue in a very inexpensive way.

Breath, the instant smell of wine erupted, just like the legendary dragon breath, which could make the knights tremble.

The hand holding the cup was trembling, and Sean was stunned like a sculpture, full of tears. The aroma of wine rushed into his nose, mouth, esophagus, and body, reaching the tailbone. It was as if he was hit by a strong alternating current, causing him to moan like an electric shock: "Well, ha, oh oh oh oh oh"

Old Sean and David looked at each other. They didn't laugh at the Vice President because they reacted the same way when they first came into contact with the "Purple Dragon's Breath", even worse than the Vice President.

"Si Liu!"

I don’t care about any kindness. The vice president is like a beggar who has been hungry for three days and three nights. He drank all the red wine in one sip, poured another glass quickly, shook it twice, sniffed it, and continued to 'sniff'

Old Sean and David curled their lips. It was a bitter child, this was never a good wine.

Red wine is famous for its mellow and heavy fragrance, but compared with white wine, it is slightly insufficient in impact. The "Purple Dragon's breath" solves this shortcoming well. After the wine enters the stomach, it does not spread quickly and is absorbed by the body. Instead, it drills into the body, making the limbs and bones unconsciously unconsciously sweating.

Vice President Sean has also seen countless fine wines and often appears at various fine wine review meetings. At this moment, he murmured like a slut in a climax: "Oh, oh, roo, roo, roo, I want it." One cup after another, and soon drank a bottle of "Purple Dragon's Breath" and poured it out. He screamed twice, jumped up and grabbed another bottle.

"No, no, respected Vice President, you can't drink anymore, you will be drunk."

Old Sean felt distressed. Among the two thousand bottles of wine brewed this time, less than 200 bottles were the "Purple Dragon's Breath" brewed by Zhou Yi himself. What is left was the lower-level red wine "God Dragon's Moan" brewed according to the craft he taught and the newly added "strange tricks and tricks" tools. These two hundred bottles of Zhou Yi were left by himself, and he and David divided a small part. The remaining dozens of bottles were for the "National Rong Biao". Now, one bottle was killed by the vice president in an instant?

Although it was a gift for him, Old Sean couldn't help feeling distressed, and he also felt a little sympathetic to the vice president. This wine is not easy to drink. Once you taste it, even the top-notch product such as Mouton in 1945 is difficult to eat, and it has a long stamina. Ordinary people will have no love for alcohol within two days if they go four or five taels.

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“nono”

Old Sean shook his head repeatedly: "I'll bring you wine when the committee is verified. It's very dangerous in your hands."

"You old guy!"

Vice President Sean chuckled, his little thoughts were seen through by the cunning old Sean. (To be continued...)

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