Dozo America

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 create a hot sales situation. However, two hundred bottles per month clearly underestimated the rich people in the United States’ interest in high-quality wine.

pursuit, even though Sampson set the price of the wine at over $50,000.

If you say that this price is too high for those old and famous wines, that is just the opinion of some people who have never drank wine.

They may say, God, this wine seller is crazy. Does he think Americans are all fools? But people who have drunk wine will not say this. They will pour a glass of wine and then lie quietly or

Sit down, close your eyes, and quietly enjoy the warmth and emotional brewing from your inner breath, thereby achieving the best taste.

Because at Zhen Fan's request, a section of wine tasting notes was added at the end of the advertisement to tell people how to taste this wine.

Although this is a gimmick to make people more curious about this wine, it actually tells everyone who buys the wine the correct way to taste this wine.

Therefore, people who have drank alcohol will not scold the people selling alcohol. Instead, they will complain about why there is only a limit of two hundred bottles per month, and when buying, each person cannot exceed two bottles.

Although the advertising time is not during prime time, after all, the United States now has strict restrictions on tobacco and alcohol advertising, the impact is indeed huge, and many people quickly know H﹒

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Washington H﹒

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D specialty store.

A special temporary auction is going on here. Notaries, auctioneers, and many people are sitting there or even standing.

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

"The starting bid is fifty thousand, and each time the sign is raised, it is two thousand dollars." The auctioneer was talking about the rules.

"Is this bottle of wine better than H﹒C﹒D?" Some people who had just entered asked the people sitting puzzledly. Just now, these people had already received a small glass of this kind that no one from the store's waiter had brought.

Because they were drinking, they seemed very impatient with the people who asked questions, and just wanted these people not to come and join in the fun.

After tasting this wine, anyone who is not an idiot will know what a stupid question this is. It is obvious that the quality of this bottle of wine lies in H﹒

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It’s not just a little above D. And each store only has one bottle per month. This is why it is conducted in the form of an auction.

It seems that Sampson, a profiteer, has maximized the value of the wine brewed by Zhen Fan. He is indeed a very shrewd person. But he charges Zhen Fan 200 bottles of H﹒ every month.

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There have been a lot of complaints about the supply of D.

When he was not satisfied, he had to use H﹒

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D this established brand to deal in other high-end alcoholic beverages.

The auction proceeds in an orderly manner.

"Fifty-eight thousand dollars..."

A man in his thirties held up the sign in his hand. Those participating in the competition were all rich or wealthy people. This man looked like a new rich man. Judging from his clothes, he might be a newly minted millionaire in Silicon Valley.

"Sixty thousand!"

Someone directly raised the price to 60,000.

Those who came in later did not taste the wine but became spectators. Fortunately, the number of people was limited, otherwise the place would have been crowded. From time to time, people looked inside through the glass door of the specialty store.

"Sixty-six thousand!"

A man in his fifties who looked very tasteful and elegant and wore a long black coat looked at the upstart with a smile on his face.

"Hell!" 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 was different, but wasn't it just wine?

Although he thinks so in his heart, he is someone who has tasted this kind of wine. This kind of wine itself seems to be like a low-key but luxurious noble prince. It can make one feel calm, and even make one's mind bright in silence.

In a flash, he may even catch some important inspiration. How valuable 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.

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

"Eighty thousand, I'll pay $80,000!"

His voice was very high, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, including the old gentleman who smiled at him. He also used his hat to signal the new rule.

"First bid of $80,000!"

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

"Eighty-two thousand dollars!"

"Eighty-eight thousand dollars!"

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"One hundred thousand dollars!" the auctioneer's sensational voice echoed. The young upstart gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and he finally couldn't help but curse.

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

He lost the courage to compete. One hundred thousand dollars was obviously still a big expense for him. He stared at the bottle of wine, just like a hunter staring at the prey that no longer belongs to him.

The inner roar and frustration made him deeply annoyed.

"A hundred thousand dollars for the second time!"

The auctioneer was still there shouting loudly.

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!"

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

The price of US$150,000 immediately shocked the entire audience. Almost everyone had no courage to hold up the sign. The auctioneer, as if stimulated by stimulants, performed with all his strength.

"Crack!"

The final word.

The deal was done. The old gentleman stood up with a smile amidst the envy and jealousy of everyone, then stepped forward to conduct the on-site transaction under the guidance of the usher.

"Damn, that's my drink!"

The young upstart's teeth were bleeding from the bite. With his wolf-like eyes, he glared at the old gentleman who entered the inner room to conduct the transaction, then decisively turned around and left.

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

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

A gentleman's car.

"Alex, let's go back!"

The old gentleman was very satisfied with his performance just now. He finally got the wine. The most important thing is that the glass of wine he tasted just now made him feel that an aging organ in his lower body was ready to move. For a man,

He said, if Viagra doesn't work, then nothing can save your dignity as a man. You are only fifty years old, so you must take this bottle of wine.

Not only that, but what's even more rare is that this bottle of wine makes me feel younger mentally, as if my body is full of vitality. It's amazing. At 150,000 US dollars, it's definitely worth every penny.

"Which home to go to? Sir Shockman!"

Alex, the driver, turned around and asked.

Obviously, this old gentleman has more than one home.

"Of course Diana's home!"

Sir Shockman seemed very happy and couldn't help but whistle.

The car slid steadily out of the parking lot, and then drove onto the highway. Sir Shockman sat in the back seat, took out the cup, and couldn't help but pour himself a cup. He lay down comfortably, then slowly tasted it, and then felt

I realized that my thing was slowly changing.

"I love this feeling, damn Viagra, damn it, I haven't felt this passionate in almost three years!" Sir Shockman seemed very ungentlemanly at this time, using swear words in his mouth.

"Alex, have you ever tasted the feeling of not giving up? Damn, it's such a hopeless feeling."

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

Alex answered fearfully.

At this time, a BMW overtook them at a very fast speed. It did not honk its horn or use its passing lights. Alex was startled.

"asshole!"

Alex cursed in a low voice. Suddenly he turned the steering wheel suddenly, because the BMW suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of them.

"Damn!" With Alex's curse, the cars collided with each other. Alex immediately opened the door and jumped out, ready to argue with the damn guy.

"You'd better finish it quickly!" Sir Shockman felt very good and yelled at Alex with some excitement.

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 have braked like this..."

"No, I meant it!"

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

"Bang, bang!"

The sound of gunshots caused the surrounding vehicles to fly away. Alex stared in disbelief and fell to the ground.

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

"You...you are..."

Sir Shockman looked very panicked. He subconsciously hugged the wine bottle in his arms tightly.

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

Without hesitation, Shockman handed over the drink and raised his hand.

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

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

"For the sake of God, 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 goblin Diana waiting for him.

"No, I said, you will pay the price! I keep my word!" The man looked grim.

"Bang!" a gunshot sounded.

The BMW quickly disappeared from the road.

Ten minutes later, the sound of police sirens became closer and closer, and gradually you could see the police lights flashing, surrounding the cars parked on the roadside with their doors open...