In 2235, the first batch of human interstellar immigrants entered the solar system Mars. Since then, mankind has entered the era of interstellar immigration, which is called the new era, or Xinyuan for short.
In just one hundred years, human beings already possessed 23 administrative planets, including Celestial Mars and the parent planet.
Tianhuo Avenue, Gothic Old Winery.
The old man walked away dejectedly, but the expressions of the middle-aged man and the young man became more serious.
Lan Jue turned his gaze to the middle-aged man, "Which two regions are the red wines produced in Shangyuangu France divided into?"
The middle-aged man said: "Bordeaux and Burgundy, and Bordeaux is divided into left bank and right bank."
Lan Jue said, "Which eight are the eight famous Bordeaux chateaux?"
The middle-aged man said: "It refers to the five first-growths of the Médoc Class Crus on the left bank of Bordeaux in 1855, and the three chateaux on the right bank of Bordeaux, namely Chateau Latour and Lafite on the left bank. Château Margaux, Château Haut-Brien and Château Mouton, and the three chateaux on the right bank are Château Petrus, Château Ausone, and Château Cheval.”
Lan Jue said: "Very good. We said just now that Chateau Lafite on the left bank generally takes about two hours to aerate. Then, how long does it usually take to aerate the top red wine in Burgundy? For example, Latache in Canti. "
"This..." The middle-aged man hesitated, and tentatively said: "To sober up depends on the state and storage of the wine, so it's hard to judge."
Lan Jue smiled, "Do you think you are smart?"
The middle-aged man's heart tightened.
"You can go." Lan Jue said.
The middle-aged man stood up with a wry smile and said, "Where did I go wrong?"
Lan Jue said: "Burgundy is completely different from Bordeaux. It can wake up for a while, usually not more than half an hour, but the best Burgundy doesn't need to wake up, what you drink is the constant changes after it comes into contact with the air. Perhaps You've had Burgundy, but not much."
The middle-aged man nodded earnestly, and said, "I've been taught." He stood up, greeted Lan Jue and the others, then turned and left.
The young man who was sitting next to the middle-aged man also stood up, with a wry smile on his face, "I think, I'll go too. I'll come back after I find a way to drink more wine."
The wine taster looked at Lan Jue, "Every time you come to the assessment, you can solve the problem in the shortest time. Although it is a bit difficult."
Lan Jue smiled and said: "But it's also straight to the heart, isn't it? You don't want to ask too harshly because you want to be graceful. I am a jeweler, not a wine taster, or I just want to hurry up It’s just a drunkard who has had a good drink. What are we going to drink today?”
The wine taster said: "Go to the space wine cellar to get whatever you want. Only one bottle, please pay for more." While talking, he put a silver-white metal block on the table in front of him.
"Okay." Lan Jue stood up immediately, and when he passed by the sommelier, he picked up the piece of silver-white metal and walked back.
Passing through the ten-foot-high corridor, descending the spiral staircase, and after spiraling down another ten feet, a simple brown door appeared in front of him.
Lan Jue walked up to him and opened his hands. The metal block in his hand flew up as if he felt something. Lightly imprinted on the gate.
The gate rippled for a while like water waves, without any light, and then disappeared strangely as if melting.
Lan Jue smiled and walked in slowly.
He stood still, and everything around him was slightly distorted. After half a minute passed, the distorted feeling disappeared again, and everything returned to normal.
This is a huge underground wine cellar. The wine racks made of Shangyuangu French extra-grade white oak are neatly arranged, and you can't see the edge at a glance. Huge oak barrels are piled up not far away, covering a wall.
Although it was not the first time to come here, Lan Jue still couldn't help admiring. I really don't know how the sommelier brought so many fine wines from the Shangyuan Era to Tianhuo City. They are also sealed with such a huge space and time technology. The white oak here alone is worth more than 10,000 Singapore dollars per square meter of wine rack. The monthly income of a normal Martian family is about S$1,000.
Here time and space are static. If it wasn't for the soft light from the metal block floating above Lan Jue's head that enveloped him, he would also become a part of this stillness.
Only by stopping time and space can the state of these Shangyuan fine wines be guaranteed.
Lan Jue walked in slowly, looking at the rows of wine labels that bottled ancient and simple wines while walking.
"Every bottle is a high-quality product! As expected, every bottle you drink is one less bottle." While watching, he admired.
Suddenly, as if he felt something, he stopped and looked up.
It was a lamp with a faint yellow halo, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a lamp. But Lan Jue saw some subtleties in it.
It's just a lamp, and its halo seems a little too big.
A layer of soft blue light shines from around Lan Jue's body, and he also floats off the ground. When his body touched the yellow halo, the distorted space changes appeared again.
"Whoosh!"
He came to another room, which was smaller than the outside, about 500 square meters. The layout is almost the same as the outside.
On the wall, bottles of red wine placed horizontally on individual wine racks appeared in front of his eyes.
When Lan Jue saw them, his eyes turned blue almost instantly, an electric blue.
"My good fellow, this is a wine taster's treasure! Unfortunately, it can only be one bottle."
He, who has always been calm and elegant, couldn't help speeding up his pace. He came to the wine rack and picked up a bottle of red wine. Looking at the white wine label, he seemed to be looking at a stunning beauty who opened her heart to him. full of obsession.
Turning around, he was about to walk towards the dim yellow halo, but he stopped after taking a step.
A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Being stingy for it, I'm afraid the wine taster can do it, and we can't give him a chance to repent." He turned his wrist, and he didn't know where he came from. A seahorse knife specially designed for opening red wine corks.