hollywood entertainment mogul

035, Romanee Conti

"Dukaduka! Lend me some more money."

In the evening, Andrew Getty, who had disappeared for four days, came to the bar again, wearing a messy Givenchy casual suit, greasy hair, and thick dark circles under his eyes. He felt like he had come out of prison.

"The $100,000 is all spent?"

Duca stopped what he was doing and asked.

"I spent it all early, on the first day. I sold the sports car again and barely survived two days. Then I went home to borrow money from my parents. They kicked me out of the house without any family ties.

Tell me. I have no choice but to come to your place. Is there anything to eat?"

Andrew Getty said, rubbing his belly.

Duka looked at him helplessly. What would he do if his son became like this in the future? For a son like Andrew, the effect of dissuading him would be too strong.

"I don't have any cash in my account, so I can't write you a check. I still have some change, do you want it?"

He took out his wallet, took out a hundred dollars, and put it on the bar.

"A few more pictures, a few more pictures."

Andrew said eagerly.

"Two hundred at most, no more."

"Okay, okay, barely enough. By the way, I lost the last game. I told you to buy you a drink, here you go!"

Andrew took out a dark wine bottle from his pocket and placed it on the bar.

"It's rare that you still remember."

"Of course, let's see how this wine is? It's definitely not cheaper than my car."

Andrew tapped the bottle.

"So exaggerated?"

Duca took the bottle and looked at it. The bottle was very ordinary, a short black long-necked bottle with a white label on the belly that read Romai Grand Cru, uits, France (1965).

Translated, it means Romanée-Conti dry red wine, Côte de Nuits, Burgundy, France, produced in 1965, with the winemaker's autograph and number.

Chateau Romanée-Conti is one of the oldest wine gardens in France and the world's top red wine garden, known as the best wine garden in the world.

Due to the excellent taste of red wine, the annual output is low, only 5,000 or 6,000 bottles. It is generally not available in the market. There is no retail sale. Only billionaires reserve in advance through special channels. Things are rare and expensive. This wine is also known as the most expensive.

Expensive wine.

An ordinary bottle of new Romanee-Conti costs more than 3,000 US dollars. As the bottle ages, the price will double every two or three years.

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This is an ordinary Romanee-Conti, and if it is of a better vintage, such as 1945, 1952, 1965, 1977, the price will double again.

This bottle of Romanée-Conti was produced in 1965, one of the best years. It has been collected for 25 years. Now it is traded on the market. It can be sold for at least 100,000 US dollars. I met a real collector and it was in my 20s and 30s.

Everything is possible.

"1965, is it real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. This is one of the best collections in my family. For this bottle of wine, my father sent four bodyguards to chase me. I almost didn't run away."

Andrew raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"In other words, you stole this from home?!"

"Nonsense, the Getty Manor is also my home. If I drink wine from home, how can it be considered stealing?"

Andrew said dissatisfied.

"Haha, aren't you short of money? If you sell this bottle of wine, you should be able to sell it for more than ten or two hundred thousand dollars."

"Don't be kidding, this is just a bottle of wine. No matter how poor I am, I am not so poor as to steal wine and sell it at home. I still have shame. Besides, I said I wanted to treat you to a drink. If this bottle is sold, where can I find it?

Wine? I will never give me a chance to get close to his wine cabinet again in my life."

Andrew waved his hand, took the banknotes and left the bar.

Duka shook his head and took a look at the wine bottle. The storage conditions for this kind of aged wine are relatively harsh. A poor environment will affect the taste. The bar's warehouse and wine cabinet are obviously not suitable for storage.

"Tim, do you want to try it?"

He glanced at Tim Roth who was reading the newspaper.

"You can drink such a good wine here?"

Tim Roth stared at the wine bottle, pursed his lips, and was a little greedy.

"This is a bar, perfect for drinking."

Duca opened the cork of the bottle, and instantly a floral, musky and smoky aroma rushed out of the bottle. He poured the wine into the glass. The purple-red wine had a hint of syrupy brown, and the color was also very attractive.

“Try it!”

"Okay, I can't wait."

Tim Roth held up the wine glass, took a deep sip, and groaned intoxicatedly.

“Awesome!”

Duca smiled and shook the wine glass gently for about two or three minutes to allow the red wine to come into contact with the air and allow the wine to fully oxidize.

He took a sip. The entrance was soft, dense, and had a complex and mellow aroma, which was a mixture of violet, musk, shrub, vanilla fruit, and smoke.

It is rumored that professional sommeliers can taste more than 500 flavors in one sip of wine. This taste is mainly due to the long-term cellaring, the interweaving and fusion of multiple aromas and diverse tastes, and the imagination of the sommelier, giving birth to new and different flavors.

smell.

Duca has been a bartender for more than three months. Although he is not very professional in wine tasting, he was able to taste thirty or forty flavors in this glass of wine. It was indeed a wonderful experience.

"What are you drinking?"

The big man Quentin strode in from outside, with long fluffy curly hair, a black suit, a white shirt, and a tie hanging loosely around his neck, like a gangster in a suit.

"Romanee-Conti, you came at the right time."

Duca took a goblet.

"What is Romanee-Conti? It sounds familiar."

"A French red wine, please try it."

"Haha, I happen to be thirsty."

Quentin took the wine glass, picked it up and drank it.

"Wait! Don't drink so fast."

Tim Roth shouted.

"What?"

Quentin looked at him doubtfully with his empty wine glass, and took a drink at the same time.

Tim Roth spread his hands and said helplessly, "This is Romanee-Conti, a collection from 1965. This bottle of wine is worth 200,000 US dollars, and your glass is almost 5,000 US dollars."

"5000? Are you kidding?"

Quentin said in surprise.

"Even if you have 5,000 yuan, you may not be able to drink it. This kind of wine is exclusive to billionaires, and it is difficult for ordinary people to drink it."

Tim Roth laughed.

"Duka, you have become a billionaire again. You were a multimillionaire just two days ago?"

Quentin doubted.

"Someone else gave it to me. How about the script?"

Duca smiled and gave him another glass.

"We haven't finished talking yet. Big companies are different from small companies. The producers of August Pictures made an offer in less than a month after seeing my script. Warner's review of scripts is stricter.

, I don’t know when the script fee will be paid to me, maybe next year.”

Quentin took a sip from the wine glass and sighed that it was really expensive.

"Then what are you doing wearing this?"

"'Reservoir Dogs', last week I invested in several production companies to see if anyone was willing to invest. Today a producer came to me for an interview."

"How was the talk?"

Tim Roth asked.

"Not bad, the other party is willing to invest 1.6 million US dollars."

"Cool! 1.6 million is totally enough."

"Yes, but he asked me to change the script and change it to a "Liar Within Liar"-style ending: everyone was blown to pieces, and then they all stood up and left, saying that it was an elaborate scam."

Quentin shrugged.

"You said no, I guess."

Tim Roth stared at him and said.

"Of course, my script is my child. Even if he grows up to be a bad guy or a scum, he is still my child. If he is modified and cut at will according to other people's opinions, my child will become a soulless stitch monster.

I would rather destroy him than see him become like that."

Quentin clenched his fist and pounded the bar.

"I support you! Your script is yours and only you can change it."

Tim Roth pressed his shoulder.

"Thanks!"

Quentin nodded movedly, but when he saw Duca opposite him, and remembered that he was forced to change his role, he touched his forehead,

"Ahem~ It doesn't matter if we haven't reached an agreement. I've received several calls from producers in the past two days. There will be a negotiation tomorrow. I'm going to ask the other party to talk here."

"This is a good idea that can increase our bar's revenue."

Duca smiled.

"Haha, Duca, you said that if I don't find an investor, you can help me. Is this true?"

"Of course, it's not difficult for me to invest one or two million."

Duca shrugged.

"What if I lose?"

"Just think of paying tuition."

"Haha, Duca, you are so cool. With your words, I have more confidence to negotiate with those producers. Thank you, thank you!"

Quentin took his hand and shook it hard.

"Okay, drink!"

Duka added to the two of them.

"It's so luxurious. This bottle of wine is enough for one-fifth of my film shooting expenses."