Spike opened the box, and there were green banknotes inside, all of which were brand new and exuded fragrance.
Spike picked up one stack, looked at it, and then picked up another stack.
That's right, it's indeed a million dollars.
"Where's what I want?"
Spike threw the bottle at the man, who quickly reached out to catch the bottle, almost missing it.
The man was also checking the bottle, at least making sure it was correct.
"Mr. Spike, I am a middleman. You don't need to be so wary of me. Now that our transaction is completed, I might as well reveal a piece of news to you. There are several groups of people in Los Angeles who are chasing you now. You'd better be careful. I hope I won’t hear about your violent death.”
The reason why Spike chose to trade with the other party was because the other party had the best reputation in Los Angeles.
With almost no record of gangsterism, Spike walked away with the money.
At this time, the man in black took out the phone: "Hello, Mr. Manus, this is Figo Reeves. I have received the goods."
"Send it to my boss in Beverly Hills and I'll send you the money."
"Ok, I see."
Although Figo Reeves bought the bottle of red wine from Spike, he also didn't understand why Manus's boss wanted an unopened bottle of red wine.
If it was a complete 1842 Rolls Cellar Reserve red wine, he would understand.
But with one third of the wine left, is it necessary to spend US$1.5 million
Figo Reeves personally escorted the red wine. As soon as he arrived at the door of Risfall's house, two cars suddenly stopped in front of him.
Figo Reeves immediately hugged Hongjiu tightly. Fortunately, the other party did not seem to have a conflict with him, and the person who got off the car was also an acquaintance of his.
"Mr. Paul, what do you mean?"
"Figo, Mr. Rasfa says he wants that thing in your hand."
"Sorry, it already has an owner."
"Mr. Rasfa is willing to give you a higher price."
Figo's eyes flickered. At this moment, some people came out of Risfal's manor, and Risfal also came out.
"You must be Figo, here is what I want."
Figo didn't dare to raise the price in front of this person, and immediately sent the red wine to Risfall's hands.
Risfall pulled out the cork and smelled it. Yes, that's the smell.
Paul looked at Risfall: "Hello, Mr. Risfall, I am Mr. Rasfar's butler. My name is Paul."
"Hello." Lisfar nodded slightly: "What do you do for me?"
"Mr. Rasfar also hopes to get this bottle of red wine. I wonder if Mr. Rasfar is willing to part with it."
"Sorry, I don't have the habit of sharing things I like with others." Risfall smiled and shook his head.
"Mr. Risfall, don't you want to hear the price?" Paul felt that the price he offered would make the other party interested.
Lisfar's net worth is indeed rich, but there is no reason to refuse a free income.
Risfaal smiled: "Oh, so how much does Mr. Rasfa plan to offer me?"
"Two million dollars, what do you think?"
"Haha... Do you think I look like a beggar?"
"Three million dollars?"
"Okay, Paul, I'm going to rest. Please come back."
"Five million dollars," Paul said again.
"Goodbye." Risfal returned to the manor without looking back.
Paul picked up the phone helplessly: "Mr. Rasfa, the wine has fallen into Rasfa's hands, and I offered five million dollars, but he is still unmoved."
"He refuses to give up even five million dollars?" Rasfa frowned.
What is this wine good for
Lisfar was actually unwilling to give up even five million US dollars.
You know, the three most expensive bottles of wine currently auctioned in the world are only US$3.2 million, US$2.88 million, and US$2.1 million.
There was only one-third of the bottle of red wine left. He offered it five million dollars, but the other party was unmoved.
Even if the bottle contains diamonds, five million US dollars is more than enough.
Rasfa felt itchy, and after much thought, he dialed Chen Zhao's number.
"Chen, tell me the truth. Is the bottle filled with wine?"
"Did you get it?" Chen Zhao asked.
"No."
"Send Paul over and I'll give you a bottle. You and Zola can drink it together."
"Tell me, what is it?"
"That bottle of wine can make someone ten years younger, but one person can only have one chance, and a bottle of wine can be shared by three or four people."
Rasfa felt like he was about to have a heart attack: "Chen, are you kidding me?"
"If you don't want it, forget it. I'll go to bed in half an hour."
"If you want it, I'll go there myself."
In less than ten minutes, Rasfa arrived at Chen Zhao's door.
Chen Zhao pushed the bottle to Rasfa: "Don't ask anything. A person only has one chance, and it will be invalid next time. There is also a bottle of wine that can be shared with three or four people. If there are more people, the effect will be greater." Lower it, you and Zola can drink half of it and hide the rest, but I can't guarantee you the shelf life, and besides... I'm going to bed."
"Chen, I love you to death." Rasfa hugged Chen Zhao fiercely.
"Stop being so nagging, I know you must be impatient now. Remember to call Zola."
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"Zola, where are you now?"
"I'm in the company, what do I do?"
"Immediately drop all your work and come to my side."
"Dad, what's the matter?"
"Very important thing."
Zola thought something had happened and hurried back to Rasfa's manor.
But she found that nothing happened to Rasfa and he was still drinking red wine in the yard.
"Dad, what's going on? What happened?"
"Sit down and have a drink with me."
Zola sat on a chair and Rasfa poured her a glass of red wine.
Zola took a sip lightly: "Huh? Which winery does this red wine come from? Is it so fragrant?"
Zola drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and picked up the bottle: "Chateau Pfeiffer, the red wine from their winery does not taste like this."
Zola poured herself another glass: "Dad, you called me back just to drink this red wine?"
"Do you think it's worth it?"
"Okay, for the sake of the taste of this bottle of red wine, I forgive you." Zola and Rasfa clinked their glasses, and Zola drank it all in one gulp: "Dad, go and buy more wine from Pfeiffer Winery. wine."
"Haha..." Rasfa took a sip and had to say that this bottle of red wine was the best wine he had ever tasted.
At this time, Zola was the first to get drunk and fell on the table.
"Send Zola back to her room."
(End of chapter)