My 1979

As a man, he can't help but have wild thoughts in this pile of rouge. Moreover, everyone in this pile of rouge is rich in resources and has incredible looks!

He didn't pour the beer into the cup, he just took a bottle of beer, turned a few corridors, and took a hurried sip of wine on the other side of the terrace. His cautious heart couldn't bear it.

"Mr. Li, are you nervous too?"

Hearing the woman's voice, Li He didn't recognize it and had to turn his head. When he saw the person, he smiled and said, "It's Miss Zhao."

He also lamented how Zhao Yazhi, who was nearly forty years old, could still take care of himself so delicately.

"Mr. Li, let's have a drink." She walked towards Li He calmly and raised her glass to him.

"Cheers." Li He raised the beer bottle.

"Haha." Zhao Yazhi burst into laughter seeing Li He like this.

"Sorry, it's very ugly." Li He wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

"If you don't understand Mr. Li, you would think that Mr. Li himself is reluctant to drink such a good wine." Zhao Yazhi shook the cup gently, and a dignified deep red color hung on the wall of the cup, "But he is willing to use such expensive red wine. Hospitality.”

"I'm just not used to it," Li He said, "If Miss Zhao likes it, you can bring back a few more bottles."

"What kind of red wine is this? Forgive me for my poor eyesight. I have never drunk this kind of red wine." Zhao Yazhi closed her eyes and smelled deeply towards the wine glass.

"sherry."

"Sherry? What I drink is usually made in Spain." Zhao Yazhi was pretty sure that all the packaging was in Russian and definitely not from Spain. Moreover, wealthy people like Li He will definitely not serve bad wine, and Ken Jian will always be the best. But other than Spain, where else in the world can such good sherry be produced?

“No, this is sherry from Ukraine. The winery is located on the coast of the Black Sea. Its unique weather and soil are conducive to the growth of grapes. In fact, the best sherry in the world is produced in Crimea, Ukraine. ." Li He used his poor knowledge of red wine to first explain to Zhao Yazhi, "The year of this wine should be 1910."

"Thank you, Mr. Li, I've learned some common sense." Zhao Yazhi determined based on her common sense that this wine should be the most expensive among wines. If she just bet on a sip, wouldn't it be a few hundred dollars gone? "Mr. Li, can you teach me how to preserve red wine?"

However, she had doubts about the age. The longest wine storage period was only more than 100 years, because the problem of wine deterioration could not be solved.

She drank a lot of good wine, drinking tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of wines, but she had never seen anyone serve such a large amount of wine of the same batch, brand, and vintage at a banquet. On top of that, the longest period is ten or eight years of wine.

If it is more than 20 years old, it will usually appear at auctions, and even if it is a limited number of bottles, it will still be a rush.

Li He was about to interrupt, but Guo Dongyun's voice came again.

Li He was about to interrupt, but Guo Dongyun's voice came again.

"This wine comes from Massandra Winery. This winery is recognized as the best winery in Tsarist Russia and has a history of nearly 100 years." Guo Dongyun held a wine glass and appeared at Zhao Yazhi's death. Finally, he continued, “The reason why Massandra Winery is world-famous is not only because it is the largest wine cellar in the world, but also because it has a collection of more than one million bottles with the jade seals of the Russian royal family and the European royal family. Most of the vintage wines are priceless treasures.”

"Thank you, Miss Guo, for your advice." Zhao Yazhi was shocked, but she didn't show it, "I never knew about it."