Room 103X, Hua Xia Building. It is called Room X because most people only know that Hua Xia Building has 102 floors.
The 103rd floor is used by some departments of Kunlun Station, but only some people in the industry know about it.
And on the 103rd floor, there is a private residence of more than 300 square meters, which almost no one knows.
Therefore, in the most confidential documents of the Black Mountain Castle high-level officials concerning the whereabouts of the Prince of Black Mountain Castle, this place where the prince occasionally stayed was code-named 103X.
At this time, Lu Ming and "Brother Hans" were sitting on the glass-walled terrace outside 103X, admiring the dazzling city view of Donghai and chatting casually.
With the sound of footsteps, a blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a red beret, a beautiful bow tie, a light purple suit and black stockings walked up from the terrace. Her long beautiful legs in black stockings walked with confident steps, and her red flowered high heels tapped on the thick carpet.
She has a devilish figure, she's about 1.9 meters tall, with the body of a supermodel and the face of a celebrity.
He is the affairs officer from the Wolong Villa wine cellar.
Although His Royal Highness's subjects do not have a dedicated cat-raising minister like in a certain constitutional monarchy in the previous life, he does have a wine cellar minister.
Lu Ming has no interest in alcohol, but he doesn't hate it either.
Hans likes to drink brandy, which is a distilled white wine made from grapes.
On the way here, Lu Ming asked Wolong Villa to send a bottle.
This beautiful Western girl is the wine cellar officer who came to deliver the wine. Her name is Shirley. Her face is rosy and her deep blue eyes are faintly excited.
As an outstanding professional of His Royal Highness’s wine cellar organization, this was the first time I met the Prince up close and the first time I truly provided private service to him.
She held the crystal bottle of wine in both hands and presented it to the guests in a very professional and elegant manner. She also showed it to His Royal Highness the Prince and introduced it to him, “Your Royal Highness, Lord Count Hans, this is the brandy from the Maga Farm that was thought to be extinct. It has a history of a hundred years. This batch of brandy is made from the Snow Pearl grapes from the Maga Farm in 847. Your Highness and Your Excellency should all know that although the Snow Pearl grape variety still exists, it is no longer of the quality of the Maga Farm…”
Lu Ming was completely confused and asked curiously, "Why? We are not yet in the era of large-scale pesticides and genetically modified organisms. Are the original varieties no longer viable?"
Shirley said hurriedly: "Because of the climate, and the soil of Maga Farm has been polluted by the factory. In short, it is now recognized by the academic community that there are no more Maga Farm Snow Grapes. We can only imagine how suitable it is for winemaking. It is said that its acidity has reached a considerable..." She quickly stopped talking. This was not the scene where she could show off her professional knowledge.
Hans on the other side shook his head in disdain, "This kind of wine is better used to deceive nouveau riche. The last bottle of pure Maka brandy was drunk by the emperor himself before his death a few years ago. The old man loved to play pranks. Before he died, he left a bottle of fake wine for his son..." Then he coughed, "Let's not talk about this. Anyway, where is the Maka brandy?"
Shirley glanced at Lu Ming's expression, and Lu Ming smiled: "Tell the truth, you can tell it."
"Yes." Shirley then said to Hans, "Your Excellency, there is a barrel of raw liquor in Wolongbao that His Highness has collected. My teacher has identified it. The special smell and taste, the unique sealing and fermentation process of the wooden barrels, are definitely treasures from the Maga Farm a hundred years ago, which means it has been aged for a hundred years. My teacher has processed and blended it, and produced a total of 300 bottles of century-old Maga brandy. According to my teacher, the bottle collected by His Majesty the Emperor is only thirty years old in terms of the blending year."
Shirley was very proud of this. In recent months, she had been helping her teacher with this work. Last month, she finally completed this huge and sacred project, reviving hundreds of bottles of extinct wine. And at this time, His Royal Highness the Prince wanted to drink brandy, which made all the officials and workers in the wine cellar excited.
However, Shirley then noticed that His Royal Highness seemed to be in a state of absent-mindedness and his mind was not here at all, and she couldn't help but feel discouraged.
Yes, in fact, His Royal Highness the Prince would not care about these little things.
Although the teacher was extremely excited when he found out that the barrel-aged wine was actually a hundred years old, he even reported it to the prince and wrote a sincere letter, hoping that the prince would trust him and give him the final blending project of the century-old wine.
But it seems that the prince has no time to deal with these things. I don’t know which privy minister around His Royal Highness agreed to the requests of the Minister of Wine Cellar and his teacher.
The teacher was so excited that he didn't sleep for several days and nights, thinking about how to carry out this major project.
When the century-old Maka reappeared in this world, the teacher cried and laughed, and even fell seriously ill.
I am equally excited, but His Royal Highness doesn't care about these efforts. In his eyes, they are all military and national affairs, such as brewing wine...
Shirley suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and the look on her pretty face dimmed.
Hans on the other side became interested, "Then I'll have to try it!" The other party said it so confidently. Although the Prince of Black Mountain Castle was born in the country, his father was very interested in him and said that this person was very unusual. Then the Minister of Wine Cellar under him should not be so outrageous as to dare to deceive him like this.
Hans turned around and asked Lu Ming curiously, "Where did you get the original brew in that wooden barrel?"
Thinking back to here from the yurt, Lu Ming asked, "What?"
"Didn't you get a barrel of original brew that was a hundred years old and mix it with three hundred bottles of century-old brandy?" Hans curled his lips. This guy is a good person, but he is always in a trance, a little silly. It's a waste of such a handsome man.
Ah? Lu Ming remembered that there was a barrel of aged wine, which was looted from the secret wine cellar of Liu Bangchang, the former commander of Haixi. He also found many other good wines and sent them to Heishan Shili Villa (Heishan Fort), Donghai Wolong Fort and Zhenjiang Langyuan Palace where Alice lived.
It seems that the barrel-aged wine was sent here, that is, the Wolong Villa wine cellar in Donghai.
In fact, it's not just the wine. Liu Bangchang was in a hurry to flee and there were too many good things he couldn't take with him, and now they have all become his.
There are several tons of gold bars.
This is the gold and silver plundered by the rulers of Haixi from ancient times to the present.
And this was not what surprised Lu Ming, there were so many precious things.
Over there, Shirley elegantly poured half a glass of wine into each of their square crystal glasses.
Lu Ming took a sip and it seemed to taste better than the extremely expensive brandies he had drunk before. He nodded to Shirley and said, "You and your teacher have worked hard!"
Shirley immediately felt a warm current flowing in her chest. She suddenly became full of energy and bent one leg slightly. "Your Highness, it is my honor to serve you!"
Hans, on the other side, was not satisfied with just one sip, and smacked his lips again, his eyes shining as if he had seen the most beautiful woman in the world, "Ah, this, although I have never tasted that kind of brandy, but little sister, you are right, this is a treasure, an absolute treasure!" He looked at Lu Ming, "Your Highness Ming, you are amazing, three hundred bottles? A hundred years? If you are willing to sell it, each bottle will be priced at a sky-high price!"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Is it that exaggerated? Shirley, ask someone to send it to my big brother Hans..." He originally wanted to send half of it, but suddenly realized that it would be unfair to his wine cellar minister and Shirley and other staff. Although he did not know how to make wine, he knew that turning the raw pulp into a super wine that could be drunk also required extremely sophisticated and complicated blending technology. Moreover, this wine was so precious and rare that it could be used as a tool for him to expand his social circle. So he paused and said, "Send two bottles to my big brother Hans. And, big brother Hans, just call me by my name!"
Hans was already dancing with joy over there, saying with a smile, "No wonder Chris treats you differently, you can do it, you can do it!"
Next, Lu Ming and Hans drank and chatted. After two glasses of wine, Hans's way of addressing Lu Ming changed from "Your Highness Ming" to "Ming", and then to the Middle-earth language meaning "brother".
Hans also gave Lu Ming some advice, that is, he should never tell anyone that there are 300 bottles of Hundred Years Maga, otherwise it would not seem so precious.
"Just say there are three bottles, one for you and one for me, and we drink one bottle!" Hans laughed and said, "So whether you are treating guests or giving gifts, how will the guests feel if you use this wine?"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Yes, big brother is right."
He even shot Governor Smith in the head while peeing on the road. Lu Ming never asked any questions and just told Christine that he was taking his brother out to relax.
At this time, Hans was slightly drunk and started talking, "Smith is not a good person. Before the election two years ago, when he was still a state legislator, he promised me something. Not only has he not done it until now, but when he saw me..." He shook his head, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Lu Ming didn't ask any more questions, but drank with him and said with a smile: "Brother, you helped me before."
Hans' eyes were a little dazed, he looked up blankly and asked: "Is there?"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Yes, but it should be Judge Christine who asked you to do so. At that time, I was involved in a case. Beiguan Chief Municipal Councilor Bucklo framed me, and you called the relevant people."
Hans seemed to have forgotten about it long ago. He waved his hand and said, "That was Christine who helped you, not me. But, dear Ming, if you have any problems in the future, just come to me directly. My sister is too old-fashioned and has too many rules. You might as well come to me instead of her!"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take note of that." He paused and said, "Brother, if you encounter any difficulties in the future and it's hard to tell Judge Christine, you can come and talk to me. I'll help you with some advice."
In fact, Hans and Christine have a good relationship, the position of crown prince has been settled, and Hans seems to have accepted the reality.
Of course, we are not afraid of no good things, but we are afraid of no good people. It mainly depends on what people around Hans say about him.
The stability of the Grand Duke of Donghai's family is very important to me. Since I have made friends with him unintentionally, there is no harm in interacting with him more.
There are indeed some things that he can help himself with.
Of course, there are many more things I can do to help him.
Suddenly Lu Ming was stunned. Unconsciously, he seemed to have really entered the top aristocratic circle, and it was very natural, as could be seen from Hans' attitude towards him.