Following Song Ying's car, we arrived at a winery in a villa area next to the airport expressway.
"Most foreigners live here. If the winery is built here, the business will be better." Song Ying introduced after getting out of the car.
"Manager Song, you are not doing this for business, you are just doing this for connections." Su Yundao said.
"Not entirely." Song Ying said with a smile: "I like wine. To have good wine, someone always needs to appreciate it."
"That's true." Su Yun looked around and said, "It is said that there were a few giant ships on the high seas in the past few years, and all the Lafite bottles collected at home and abroad were sent there, canned directly, and then sold back."
Song Ying smiled and did not answer.
"Manager Song, does that business have anything to do with you?" Su Yun noticed something strange and asked.
"We are all our own people, so I won't shy away from it. I have a small stake in that business, just a small amount." Song Ying laughed softly.
"..." Zheng Ren was stunned.
It was a business like a money printing machine. Although the routine had been changed a long time ago, counterfeit wine still continues.
There was a joke recently about this kind of business.
It was said that the price was wrongly marked. A bottle of 3,000 was listed at 300. As a result, 2,000 bottles were snatched away in an instant. At the end of the joke, he said in a regretful tone that he had only earned 300,000 yuan after working all morning.
It can be seen that the profits from making fake wine are outrageous.
This is a monopoly business, and how can ordinary people get involved
Song Ying seemed to be gentle and inconspicuous, and he usually did things in an unassuming way, but at his age, he could get involved in such a business... No wonder he smiled that day and said it was easy for the square and fat man.
People do have this ability.
Su Yun was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Manager Song, from now on I will come to you when drinking."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Song Ying invited a few people into the winery.
Except for the chef and waiters, there were no other guests, so the winery was quite quiet. The chef and waiters looked like they were hired from other restaurants, and seemed very unfamiliar with this place.
"Boss Zheng, I won't say any more polite words. I'm just seeing you outside." After Song Ying came in, he said with a smile: "I don't want to go to a big restaurant to eat. It's too ostentatious and eye-catching."
"It's clean and nice here." Zheng Ren was very satisfied.
"Manager Song, let's guess what kind of wine you will treat you to on the way." Su Yun looked for the wine rack and looked around. He was quite knowledgeable. He didn't find any expensive wine. He guessed that it might be in the underground wine cellar, so he Ask directly.
"Romantic Conti in 1990."
"Boss, I really got you wrong." Su Yun smiled and said, "Is it down there? Take a look first?"
"Please." Song Ying made a gentle gesture and took Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the wine cellar.
The wine cellar is well maintained, and the bottles of wine with yellowed labels under the lights seem to tell the vicissitudes and accumulation of years.
There are dozens of oak barrels piled deep in the depths, and the area here is much larger than Zheng Ren estimated.
"Robert Parker Jr once said that Romantic Conti is a millionaire's wine, but only billionaires can drink it. In fact, it's not that exaggerated, it's just relatively pure." Song Ying picked up a bottle of wine and pointed at it. Gently scratching the yellowed label, as if caressing a lover's hand.
"Romanti-Conti is one of the oldest wineries in Burgundy. It seems to have been a top wine since the classification in 1760." Although Zheng Ren is not interested in drinking, he doesn't mind admiring the appearance of the top wine. .
"After the decline of the Wiki family, the winery was owned by Duke Kandi. Duke Kandi was so good at wine that he even allowed the winery to use his own surname." Song Ying's voice was slightly thick, echoing softly in the wine cellar, like the passage of time. Confide.
"I'm talking about Manager Song, this wine looks..." Su Yun looked carefully at the bottle of wine in Song Ying's hand, with his black hair floating slightly on his forehead and a weird smile.
"Doctor Su, please tell me." Song Ying also smiled. Both of them seemed to know what the other was thinking.
Zheng Ren was a little curious and asked, "What riddles are you playing?"
"Boss, at the Sotheby's auction on October 4, 2015, an auction item consisting of 114 bottles of Romanti-Conti wine became the most expensive wine in history with a single auction price of US$1.6 million."
"Oh, that's very expensive." Zheng Ren has no idea about money. He doesn't feel anything when putting 1.6 million US dollars in cash in front of him, let alone turning it into wine.
Don’t think too much about this thing. As long as you think about it more than three times in a row, you will have symptoms of nausea. If he continued to think about it, Zheng Ren had no doubt that he would vomit in the wine cellar.
Drinking is an activity similar to riding a roller coaster.
Zheng Ren kept wandering away just to get himself out of this alcohol-filled atmosphere.
"Equivalent to US$14,121 per bottle and US$1,700 per glass of wine." Su Yun smiled and said, "Manager Song, you couldn't have bought it."
"At that time, the winery had just been built. Isn't it time to buy a few bottles of wine and build the wine cellar? Otherwise it would be empty, with no popularity and no smell of alcohol." Song Ying did not hide anything and said directly.
"Tsk tsk, boss, a bottle of wine costs less than 100,000 yuan." Su Yun took out another bottle of wine and looked at it carefully.
Even if he puts 100,000 yuan in his hand, he may not be so careful.
"It can't be measured by money." Song Ying put the wine back on the wine rack with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Special days and entertaining special friends give Kandi a unique meaning. It's like a car, just for transportation. It’s boring to turn a tool into a symbol of some kind of meaning.”
"Well, Manager Song is right." Facing Romantic Conti's wine, Su Yun became much gentler, and his character collapsed and shattered on the ground.
"The Aston Martin that Boss Meng drove that day was made in that weird color, so he never fit into the circle." Song Ying said.
"Boss Zheng, I think the seafood will be almost ready for dinner tonight. Let's go up and have a look?"
"Okay." Zheng Ren was not interested in wine. Su Yun was lingering next to a few ancient oak barrels. You could feel his salivation just by looking at his back.
Song Ying didn't say anything about opening it and drinking it casually this time. It seemed like this wine cellar was his true love.
Calling Su Yun back, the guy turned around three times and whispered to Zheng Ren: "Boss, that's full of good wine. Pure oak barrels..."
"Doctor Su has great eyesight!" Song Ying gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised, "Can you tell what year the oak barrel is?"
"Looking at the pattern, it's from the 17th century. I really can't tell the exact year."
Song Ying was stunned.
He didn't expect that the doctor who came from Haicheng and now worked at 912 could actually tell the age of the oak barrel.
Knowing Romanti-Conti is nothing. For ordinary people, that is just fragmentary knowledge. But not many people can accurately identify real wine and fake wine, let alone the storage containers.