American Fortune Life

At night, the silver-gray hull of the Quicksilver Yacht on the Kingston Wharf staged a colorful light show, which attracted the attention of tourists on the shore and the praise of some small yacht owners.

The brightly lit superyacht is like a glowing monster dormant on the pier, showing its extraordinary to everyone.

Andy looked at Ivana, who was hugged in his arms like a cooked soft-legged shrimp, curled up and covered with red glow, and walked into the marble bathroom decorated with teak wood with a proud smile. Rolling waves in the oversized jacuzzi.

Andy stepped into the bathtub and sat down slowly. The two were soaked by the warm water, washing away the remnants of joy and exhaustion on their bodies.

"You almost killed me..." Ivana's pretty powdery face was full of contented laziness and charming charm, she lay in her boyfriend's arms, letting him play with a pair of Lushan's claws in the water .

"Blame me? You kept yelling for me to kill you...cough cough."

Ivana elbowed her twice in embarrassment, and Andy closed his mouth wisely, and leaned on the edge of the ergonomic design of the bathtub with his whole body relaxed, feeling his girlfriend's nipples very comfortably.

"During this period of time, the whole of New York was messed up by you. I was annoyed by the paparazzi all day long, and they all wanted to get some inside information from me. You guys are hiding in the Caribbean Sea and leisurely. You said, shouldn't you You should make me up..."

Andy looked at the charming appearance of Ivana who turned around and put her arms around his neck, and smiled softly: "Didn't I compensate you hundreds of millions just now? The density is high and the quality is absolutely high. I'm not satisfied ?”

"Pooh!"

Ivana spat softly with eyes as silky as silk, and then the two looked at each other and kissed crookedly.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"I want a few hundred million more, woo hoo..."

. . . . . .

In the early morning of the next day, the lingering fog on the pier was dispelled by the clear sunlight, and Andy and Ivana, who were sleeping, were awakened by the piercing laughter-like singing one after another.

Andy withdrew his claws that had been scratching all night, and kissed the half-awake Ivana on the cheek with sleepy eyes, "Go to sleep, it's a group of annoying laughing gulls..."

"yawn--"

Ivana yawned,

Without any sleepiness, she turned around and slid into Andy's arms with a sweet smile, and said softly, "Forget it, I'm already awake...don't make trouble, aren't you going to meet important guests today?"

"Important? Maybe, it depends on how you look at it." Andy put his left arm behind his head, looked at Ivana who lifted the silk blanket, raised her arms to tie up her disheveled golden hair, and picked it up from one side. Put on a suspender nightdress.

"No matter how you look at it, as long as it is useful, we need to treat you well and not be rude." Ivana walked to Andy and sat down, reached out and stroked his cheek with a sweet smile, "Okay, get up .”

Andy raised his eyebrows and lifted the blanket. Ivana looked back, giggled and said, "It's ugly!"

"When you use it, it's very precious..."

"nausea!"

"Hey, let me make you sick!"

"Go away, don't come here..."

The playfulness of the two made this morning a joyful one. At the breakfast table, Andy handed the newspaper in his hand to Ivana who was opposite and said with a smile, "They recognized you."

Ivana put down the fork, wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, took the newspaper and opened it to read, the photo of herself getting out of the car was posted on the newspaper, "They finally don't have to guess who this super yacht belongs to .”

In the morning, Andy spent the whole time in the video conference, while Ivana took four maids to prepare a sumptuous lunch for the guests at noon, and prepared the table setting.

Around 11 o'clock, a convoy drove into the pier. Some reporters were a little stunned when they saw the people getting off the car, but they still raised their cameras and started taking pictures. The owner of the yacht, Andy Smith, took his girlfriend from the stern of the yacht Walked down to meet Christopher Tufton, Minister of Agriculture of Jamaica.

The three of them shook hands and greeted each other for a while with smiles on their faces, and then walked onto the super yacht together. All the reporters were guessing whether this lunch would be that simple.

"Your Excellency, please sit down." In the luxurious living room decorated in Italian style, Andy smiled slightly as he stretched out his hand to signal the other party to take a seat.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith, you're welcome. You can call me Christopher. After all, I'm in a private capacity today." The minister, who was a little dark and chubby, said kindly with a smile.

"Well, call me Andy, that's what my friends call me..."

At this time, Ivana walked over with a smile on her face, followed by the maid who was carrying coffee. Ivana turned around and handed a cup to Minister Tufton.

"Thank you Miss Ivana, your beauty is amazing."

With a characteristic smile on Ivana's face, she said gracefully: "Thank you for your compliment."

After finishing speaking, Ivana sat next to Andy, and the three of them chatted leisurely, as if it was really a gathering of friends. Under Ivana's adjustment, the atmosphere was very relaxed and harmonious.

"Sorry, excuse me. I'll go and see how the lunch preparations are going. Let's talk first." After a while, Ivana stood up and said apologetically.

"Andy, your girlfriend, she is really an elegant and charming woman."

"Thank you, she is indeed very good, Christopher, I believe you have learned the details from my subordinates, I am very interested in the Blue Mountain coffee trade in your country, such excellent coffee should be available to more people Opportunity to taste, instead of being monopolized by some people, this is also a kind of harm to your country's coffee trade, what do you think?"

The etiquette that should be done has been exhausted, and Andy doesn't want to go around in circles, besides, the world-famous Blue Mountain Coffee is facing an embarrassing situation.

"Sorry, Andy, if it's a small amount of shares, it's definitely fine, but the share you want is really too big. At present, our contract with the foot basin people has not yet expired, although they prominently canceled the order this time, causing It’s not a small trouble, but they also made compensation according to the contract, and if you want 40% of the export share, you can only wait until this year’s contract expires before you can re-bid, and the priority of the foot basin is also bound by the contract. At present, I can only say that the three percent share of No. 1 Blue Mountain Coffee is guaranteed."

Andy smiled slightly and shook his head slightly, dissatisfied with this, and continued: "The foot basin people's support for Jamaica's coffee is worthy of recognition, after all, they extended a helping hand to Jamaica's coffee estates at the most difficult time, but Christopher , 30 years, for a full 30 years, the foot basin people have purchased a large number of green coffee beans with the best blue color at a cheap price, shipped them back to China for roasting, and then created a brand and sold them at high prices. The trade between Jamaican coffee farmers and your country is just a profit thin margins on primary raw materials.

And the foot basin people are making a big splash to the outside world, and only they get 90% of the quota. Public opinion guides, claiming that only their company can get the authentic Blue Mountain coffee quota, misleading consumers.

For example, they will roast low-quality and adulterated coffee beans, and sell products that claim to be 100% Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans in Asia, and these companies suppress other Blue Mountain coffee brand agents in order to protect their own interests.

This itself has caused extremely bad effects. In fact, you also know that some other private coffee companies in Jamaica will also use some channels to export Blue Mountain coffee beans and create an independent Blue Mountain coffee brand.

These Jamaican private Blue Mountain coffee trading companies do not have any manor background and history, they belong to the type of robbery and deception. They are neither independent export manors, nor are they legally authorized Blue Mountain coffee processing and export companies in Jamaica. The quality of coffee beans is far from Far from guaranteed.

The bad behavior of these two parties is undoubtedly the greatest harm to Jamaica's Blue Mountain Coffee, the world's top coffee brand. I can't imagine how much Blue Mountain Coffee's brand value will remain if it continues to be monopolized by the foot basin people! "