Chapter 92 Murder

The advertisements were spread in several major cities in the United States, such as Los Angeles, New York, and Washington. Coupled with the quality of the wine, it was easy to form a hot sales situation. But 200 bottles per month obviously underestimates the pursuit of high-quality wine by wealthy Americans, even though Sampson puts the price of wine at more than 50,000 US dollars.

If this price is too high for those old famous wines, it is just the thinking of some people who have not drunk wine.

They might say, oh my god, this liquor guy is crazy, is he an idiot for Americans? But people who have drunk wine will not say this, they will pour a glass of wine, then lie or sit quietly, then close their eyes, and quietly enjoy the warmth and emotional brewing from the inner breath, So as to achieve the best taste.

Because at Zhen Fan's request, at the end of the ad, a paragraph of precautions for wine tasting was added, telling people how to taste this wine.

Although this is a gimmick, it makes people more curious about this wine, but it really tells everyone who bought the wine the correct way to taste this wine.

Therefore, people who have drunk wine will not scold the wine seller, but will complain why there is only a limit of 200 bottles per month, and when buying, each person cannot exceed two bottles.

Although the advertising time is not in the prime time, after all, the United States now has relatively strict restrictions on tobacco and alcohol advertising, but the impact is indeed huge, and many people quickly know about H. C． D is an upstart luxury brand of alcohol.

Washington H. C． D specialty store.

A special temporary auction is going on here. Notaries, auctioneers, and a lot of people sitting there and even standing.

The auction item is a bottle of wine that looks ordinary! This is a high-grade wine brewed by Zhen Fan. At Sampson's strong request, a bottle is supplied to the specialty store every month for auction.

"The starting price is 50,000, and each bid is 2,000 U.S. dollars." The auctioneer was talking about the rules.

"Is this bottle of wine better than H.C.D?" Some people who just came in asked the sitting people puzzled. Just now these people had already received a small glass of this wine from the waiter in the specialty store, so they seemed very impatient with the person who asked the question, and just wanted these people not to join in the fun.

After tasting this wine, anyone who is not an idiot will know what a stupid question this is. Obviously the quality of this bottle of wine is in H. C． Not a little above D. And there's only one bottle per specialty store per month. This is why it is conducted in the form of an auction.

It seems that Sampson, a profiteer, maximized the value of the wine brewed by Zhen Fan, and he was indeed a very shrewd person. But he gave Zhen Fan two hundred bottles of H. per month. C． The supply of D complains quite a bit.

In the absence of satisfaction, he had to use H. C． D, a well-established brand, will operate other high-end wines.

The auction proceeded in an orderly manner.

"Fifty-eight thousand dollars..."

A man in his thirties held up a sign in his hand. Those who participated in the competition were all people who were either rich or expensive. This one seemed to be an upstart, and judging by his clothes, he might be a new millionaire in Silicon Valley.

"Sixty thousand!"

Someone directly bid the price to 60,000.

Those who came in later and did not taste the wine became spectators instead. Fortunately, the number of people is limited, otherwise the place will be overcrowded. From time to time, someone looks inside through the glass door of the specialty store.

"Sixty-six thousand!"

A man in his fifties who looked very tasteful and dressed in a long black coat looked at the upstart,

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth.

"Damn it!" the young upstart cursed secretly. Although he was rich, it was outrageous to spend so much on a bottle of wine. Maybe this bottle of wine is different, but isn't that wine?

Although he thought so in his heart, he was someone who had tasted this kind of wine. This kind of wine itself seems like a low-key but luxurious aristocratic prince. It can make oneself feel calm, and even make one's mind flash in the silence, and even allow oneself to grasp some important inspirations. How important is this to a person engaged in high-tech research in Silicon Valley? Of course he doesn't know, this is the influence of inner breath on people.

He pursed his lips, then hardened his heart, raised the sign again, and bid directly by himself.

"Eighty thousand, I'll offer eighty thousand dollars!"

His high-pitched voice immediately attracted everyone's attention, including the old gentleman smiling at him. He also gestured at the new rule with his hat.

"$80,000 first asking price!"

As soon as the auctioneer's voice sounded, someone raised his hand immediately, but it was not the old gentleman, but someone else. Obviously, everyone believed that $80,000 was not the real price of this bottle of wine.

"Eighty-two thousand dollars!"

"Eighty-eight thousand dollars!"

...

"One hundred thousand dollars!" The auctioneer's provocative voice echoed, the young upstart gritted his teeth, his face was livid, and finally he couldn't help cursing.

"Damn it, it's just a bottle of wine!"

He has lost the courage to compete, one hundred thousand dollars, obviously, is still a big expense for him. He stared at the bottle of wine, like a hunter staring at prey that no longer belonged to him. The roar and frustration in his heart made him deeply annoyed.

"One hundred thousand dollars for the second time!"

The auctioneer was still shouting loudly there.

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!"

At this time, the old gentleman smiled and held up the sign.

One hundred and fifty thousand dollars immediately shocked the audience. Almost everyone didn't have the courage to raise the sign anymore. And the auctioneer, as if stimulated by a stimulant, performed with all his might.

"Snapped!"

The final word.

The deal is done. Amid the envy and jealousy of the crowd, the old gentleman stood up with a smile, then walked, and under the guidance of the receptionist, he went to carry out the on-site transaction.

"Damn it, that's my drink!"

The young upstart's teeth were bleeding. His wolf-like eyes stared at the old gentleman entering the room to make a deal, and then he turned and left decisively.

"You stole my drink and I'll make you pay! Damn bastard!"

The specialty store was going to send the old gentleman home with a special car, but the old gentleman insisted on taking the wine back by himself. Therefore, the specialty store followed his instructions, packed the wine in a gorgeous box, and then found someone to deliver it to the old gentleman's car.

"Alex, let's go back!"

The old gentleman was very satisfied with his performance just now. I finally got the wine, and the most important thing is that the glass of wine I tasted just now made me feel that an aging organ in my lower body was ready to move. For a man, if Viagra doesn't work anymore, then nothing can save your man's dignity. I'm only fifty years old, so I have to take this bottle of wine.

Not only that, what's even more rare is that this bottle of wine made me feel younger mentally, as if my body was full of vitality. It was amazing, and the $150,000 was definitely worth the money.

"Which home? Sir Shockman!"

Alex the driver turned his head and asked.

Apparently the old gentleman had more than one home.

"Of course it's Diana's house!"

Sir Huckerman looked very happy and couldn't help whistling.

The car slid steadily out of the parking lot and onto the road. Sir Huckman sat in the back row, took out the cup, couldn't help but poured himself a cup, lay down comfortably, and then slowly savored it, and then felt that his thing was slowly changing.

"I love this feeling to death, damn Viagra, damn it, I haven't felt this passion for almost three years!" Sir Shockman looked very ungentlemanly at this time, swearing.

"Alex, have you ever tasted what it's like to not lift? Damn, it's such a hopeless feeling."

"I... I don't know, Sir Shockman!"

Alex replied apprehensively.

At this time, a BMW passed them very fast. There was no honking, let alone overtaking lights. Startled Alex.

"asshole!"

Alex cursed under his breath. Suddenly, he turned the steering wheel suddenly, because the BMW suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of them.

"Damn it!" Following Alex's curse, the cars collided. Alex immediately opened the car door and jumped out, ready to argue with that damned guy.

"You'd better finish it quickly!" Sir Shockman felt very good, and shouted at Alex a little excitedly.

Alex went out angrily, pointed at a well-dressed man in his thirties who got out of the car, and cursed dissatisfiedly: "Damn it, you shouldn't brake like this..."

"No, I mean it!"

The man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and shot Alex twice.

"Bang, bang!"

The gunshots startled the surrounding vehicles to flee as if flying. Alex stared incredulously, and fell to the ground.

"Boom!" The car door was opened, and Shockman saw a familiar face.

"You...you are..."

Sir Huckerman looked very flustered, and he subconsciously held the wine bottle in his arms tightly.

"Give me the damn wine, hurry up!" The man waved at Sir Shockman impatiently.

With little hesitation, Shukeman passed the wine over, then raised his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know...why is this?" Sir Shockman was terrified, he could see Alex lying in a pool of blood by squinting his eyes.

"I said, this is my wine, this is mine!" The man said, holding the wine, and then raised his pistol.

"For God's sake, don't kill me!" Sir Shockman's face was pale and his body was trembling. He didn't want to die, he still wanted to live, and there was that charming elf Diana waiting for him.

"No, I said, you will pay the price! I keep my word!" The man's face was cold.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot.

The BMW quickly disappeared on the road.

Ten minutes later, the siren sounded from far to near, and gradually the police lights could be seen flashing non-stop, surrounding the cars parked on the side of the road with their doors wide open...