Yue Bufan was patrolling around like a king in the Yue family’s extraordinary first-class club. People have always thought that he was a playboy, a waste who could not do anything except eat, drink, play and play.

This time, he finally fought for the management rights of extraordinary first-class from his father. He vowed to show those who looked at him, so that those people could see that he was a talent, he was the only male of the Yue family and the heir of the future head of the family.

However, one thing that made him not very satisfied was that the butler Yue Xiang, who always followed behind him, was always looking at him. No matter what decision he made, there was always someone around him looking at him. Is this obviously distrust of him?

"Yue Xiang, what do you always do with me? I am so old and can do anything well. You go back and rest." Yue Bufan said impatiently.

Yue Xiang frowned. He was also old in the Yue family. Whether it was Yue Shanshan or Yue Bufan, he grew up watching him. When Yue Shanshan saw him, he always called him Uncle Xiang, but Yue Bufan called him by his name.

"Young Master, the head of the family is afraid that you will not be able to get busy alone, so I will help you here."

Yue Xiang said patiently.

"No, you have seen it too. Are you not doing well in the past few days? Do you still need your help?"

"But……"

Before Yue Xiang finished speaking, Yue Bufan interrupted him and said, "It's nothing, you go back. Tell my dad, just say I'll let you go back. I can control this place alone, and you don't need your help."

"Young Master, if that's the case, will I really go back?"

Yue Xiang was heartbroken and didn't want to be with this arrogant young master. He was arrogant and humble in everything he did, but he was doing it himself and always said that what he did was right.

Yesterday, he forced Yue Xiang to call Yue Heng and asked to praise him. Yue Xiang was forced to helplessly and could not choose anything to praise him, so he had to say that he was no longer greedy for playfulness.

Yue Bufan didn't even look at Yue Xiang, waved his hand and said, "Go back, go back and tell my dad that it's no problem for me to manage such a small club by myself. Just wait for the end of the month to celebrate for me."

Yue Xiang sighed, it seemed that it was necessary to go back and tell Yue Heng that it was really dangerous to hand over the club to Yue Bufan, and maybe something big will happen.

"Master, Mr. Tom is here, waiting for you in the guest room."

As soon as Yue Xiang left, a waiter came over and said.

"He's here? That's great, I'll go there right away."

Yue Bufan was immediately delighted. He drove Yue Xiang away to discuss business with this Tom. He wanted to do a big deal that could make Yue Heng and Yue Shanshan look at each other with admiration.

"Mr. Yue Dashou, this wine is a red wine made by my own winery. How does it taste like this? It tastes almost exactly the same as the French Shantu Bordeaux wine."

A blond and blue-eyed white Western man spoke authentic Chinese, took out a bottle of red wine with a smile on his face, poured a glass for Yue Bufan, and gave it to him.

Yue Bufan is not good at anything else. Hong has really drunk a lot over the years. He has done serious research to pick up girls and is considered an expert. He picked up the wine glass, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it for a while, drank a little and tasted it carefully, and then shook his head and said:

"Mr. Tom, to be honest, your wine tastes too strong and has a bit of sourness in the mouth. It is somewhat different from the authentic Santu Bordeaux. If you are an expert, you can easily drink it."

"Mr. Yue, you are really an expert in red wine. You can drink it in one sip. It's amazing, it's really amazing."

Tom gave Yue Bufan an exaggerated thumb, and then said, "My family has a very large wine estate in France, and my wine is really good.

You just said that this kind of wine has a little flaw, but only those who are particularly knowledgeable can drink it. But how many people who are knowledgeable about you drink this kind of mid-range red wine?

I said, don’t be upset. In your China, there are too few people who truly understand red wine. Most of your domestic consumer groups are middle-class people, and these people are incomparable to Mr. Yue. They only look at the price and origin of their drinking, and they can’t taste the taste of wine at all."

Seeing that Yue Bufan did not refute, Tom continued, "So more than 90% of Chinese people don't know anything. Even if I use my wine to replace Shantu Bordeaux, I guarantee no one can taste it."

"You're saying that's not bad. There are really not many people in China who know red wine." Yue Bufan said, put down his wine glass and said to Tom: "If you use your wine to replace the real Bordeaux, how much profit will it be?"

"Young Master Yue, the profits that would be absolutely amazing, and it would make your hands numb if you count money." This Tom didn't know how to practice it, and he spoke Mandarin more fluent than Chinese people.

"You are selling about 1,000 yuan per bottle in this kind of hardcover Shantu Bordeaux, and the wine produced from our winery costs about fifteen yuan per bottle. Excluding labor and transportation costs, the profits made God jealous."

Tom has a very good eloquence and speaks very inflammatory.

Yue Bufan was very moved. The profit of this fake wine business was so high. If he really used Tom's red wine, the profit would definitely be astronomical in a month, which would definitely make others admire him.

To stabilize his excitement, Yue Bufan said: "The profit is considerable, but the packaging is still problematic. The bottles of this kind of wine have extremely special anti-counterfeiting logos, which cannot be produced by ordinary fakes."

Tom waved his hand and said, "This is not a problem for me at all. We have our own winery, and of course we also have our own packaging research and development team, which specializes in the packaging of various red wines. Not to mention this kind of mid-range red wine, we can also make the packaging of Lafite and Royal Salutes.

If this kind of mountain turbobordeaux sells smoothly here, we also have other wines, but when there are too many money, you will definitely laugh out loud in your dreams."

"Well, Mr. Tom, we have a happy cooperation."

Yue Bufan was very excited and picked up the wine glass and bumped into Tom.

"Happy cooperation, Master Yue, you are so young and promising, and you are so courageous." Tom drank the wine in the glass in one sip, and his eyes were almost in a crack when he smiled.

"Mr. Tom, how much goods do you bring this time?" Yue Bufan asked lowered his glass.

"A lot, many, many, many, many, many, two, two, two, two, two, and three," Tom smiled.

Yue Bufan called the young man behind him and ordered: "Gao Ping, I will leave this matter to you, and I will put this kind of goods on the club."

Gao Ping hesitated for a moment, but said, "Okay, I'll do it now."

After saying that, he took Tom away.
Chapter completed!