Chapter 230 Fine Wine

Chen Yimin smiled, it seemed that the other party had already inquired about his deeds. He said to Fang Ping: "Mr. Fang should have heard that the Liu family wants to turn the land next to your company into a villa area."
Fang Ping remained calm, just looking at him calmly, his eyes were oppressive, he had indeed heard the news. Because the land was not far from the company, he was still somewhat concerned about what the Liu family was going to build.
After finding out about the completed villa, he decided not to pay any more attention to it.
Chen Yimin added, "The Liu family does not plan to build this land into a villa area, but rather into an amusement park. I heard that a subway station will be built here in a year or two. I wonder what Mr. Fang Ping thinks?"
A hint of astonishment flashed across Fang Ping's eyes. There was indeed a subway station to be built here, but it was not a 100% construction.
This stems from the bet agreement he made with his superiors. If he can win first place in this winemaking competition, the superiors will consider building a subway station here when launching this year's construction project.
But if the construction is not successful, he will lose control of his company and transfer some of his rights to the higher-ups, such as export rights and various tax issues.
Fang Ping was not sure, but for the sake of the illusory subway station, he decided to give it a try. Unexpectedly, the news was leaked.
Fang Ping smiled bitterly, "You are indeed an investment genius. But Mr. Chen... this subway station may not be built. This is a bet agreement signed between me and my superiors. I don't know how you heard the news. But... in this winemaking competition, although there are rumors that we are the top three, I heard that there are all kinds of fine wines. I am not sure I can even be in the top ten."
Chen Yimin lowered his eyes. It turned out that there was such an inside story. However, according to his analysis, a subway station should be built here. But Fang Ping was so sure that Chen Yimin was a little confused.
Seeing that he didn't know much about the wine-making competition, Fang Ping couldn't help but shook his head and explained it to him.
Although it is called a winemaking competition, it is actually a wine evaluation competition. The wine is evaluated based on its color, aroma, and taste. This is not a national competition, but a global competition.
Their Chinese wine has a strong aroma and a spicy taste in the throat. It is definitely the best among strong wines. In comparison, most foreign wines are soft and lack strength. However, this wine is full of fruity aroma and is a rare fine product.
And not everyone can accept liquor like white wine.
Therefore, this competition was a bit suspenseful, and Fang Ping was unsure. He had also tasted the wines of some leading foreign winemaking companies, and although they tasted good, he always felt that they were a little lacking.
But that's just his opinion, he can't replace the referee.
After hearing what Fang Ping said, Chen Yimin couldn't even say anything about soliciting investment. He was asked to leave the building, and it seemed that he couldn't ask Fang Ping anymore...
No, maybe he can. He can come up with a better brewing recipe, and maybe that will get him to invest.
Chen Yimin smiled. This kind of thing was simply not possible.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the city's wine street. He could smell the aroma of wine just three blocks away, and the fragrance was even more fragrant as he entered.
Chen Yimin casually looked around the system store. His lips had been very dry in recent days, so he bought a lipstick.
He applied it on his lips and heard the system's voice: "Congratulations on your successful purchase of lip balm. This triggers a buy one get one free offer. The host is about to gain the sense of taste of a pig."
Pig's sense of taste?
Chen Yimin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but this skill had been activated all the time. The aroma of wine that originally filled the street turned into a strange smell mixed with a rotten feeling.
He frowned and took out his phone to do a search. It turns out that a pig's sense of taste is more than ten times stronger than that of a human.
Chen Yimin stood in front of a random store, and someone inside shouted at the door: "Handsome guy, come and try our wine, come and try how it tastes, it's definitely one to one!"
As he spoke, he scooped a small spoonful from the big wine jar. Chen Yimin took it and felt dizzy just by smelling it.
This wine was definitely mixed with various alcohols and was not sorghum wine at all. Chen Yimin glanced at the sign at the door and turned away.
The person behind him shouted at his back: "Hey, handsome, you haven't tasted it yet, why are you leaving? You don't like it so spicy, we still have fruit wine, come and try it."
Chen Yimin ignored him and walked past every house on the street. When he reached the end, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Was there not a single good blended liquor on this whole street?
He sighed and decided to go back. Passing by a farmyard, the aroma of wine was so strong that it made people intoxicated . Just smelling the aroma was unbearable.
There were footsteps nearby, and then a voice shouted, "The old Shangen family's magical wine has been opened again, hurry up, or it will be gone soon."
Chen Yimin looked at a few white-haired old men and women running towards him with ferocious looks on their faces. Without even giving them a glance, he pushed open the door next to him and rushed in.
"Lao Shangen, we're here to drink for free again, please don't think we're annoying. If you're willing to sell us some, we won't come here so often."
A hearty laugh came from inside : "Come and drink, just drink. It's not that I don't want to sell it, but my wine has not yet reached the level of being a master. I dare not sell it, for fear of damaging the reputation left by my ancestors."
Chen Yimin was a little curious. Such a fragrant wine had not yet reached the stage of being produced. He was a little curious about how fragrant this wine would be once it was produced.
I just heard someone say: "Your wine is tens of thousands of times better than those blended wines on the market. Even Qitian Winery's wine is not as good as yours. It's not good enough to be a master?"
Lao Shangen just smiled, stroked his gray beard, and poured half a bowl for each of them.
He is old, and he probably won't be able to make wine in a few years. He doesn't know to whom he should pass on his skills. It's embarrassing to say that he is only a half-baked person, but he still wants to take in apprentices.
Lao Shan Gen looked up at the sky and someone brought him a glass of wine.
"Lao Shan Gen, try what you make. You always say that your cooking skills are not good enough and you are not even qualified to drink it. If you drink your own wine, you will know how delicious it is."
He closed his eyes, leaned against the back of the chair and shook his head, "Take it away, take it away. Our ancestors taught us not to drink bad wine." The rattan chair swayed slightly and the cattail leaf fan fluttered slightly.
Soon, the big jar of wine was finished. Those who came here were all neighbors from all over the place and knew the rules of Laoshan Gen.
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