"You put P, ​​this wine is obviously real." A short man came out from behind, one of the several people introduced by Song Guoping at the beginning.

"Oh, it looks like you bought this wine on my behalf, tsk tsk." Zhuo Ziyuan said with a smile.

How could Zhuo Ziyuan know whether this wine was real or fake? He had indeed drank red wine for a long time, but it was really difficult for him to distinguish the authenticity from the fake. If Xu Xuehua was here, he could still taste it, Zhuo Zi

Yuan was purely preparing for not drinking later. He didn't want to face the siege of the crowd. He would definitely have to get down when the time came. As for the authenticity of the wine, he really didn't believe that anyone here could tell the truth. By the way, he also

Can provoke their relationship.

"Okay." The little man who came out wanted to say something, but was stopped by Song Guoping, "Since you know so much about wine, I brought a bottle today. Another friend bought it for me, and you also

How about helping me taste it?".

"Okay, I'll help you to make sure you don't get deceived all the time." Of course, Zhuo Ziyuan understood Song Guoping's little tricks very well, and there was no need to be polite to him. He didn't dare to have any inappropriate thoughts about Jian Qiu.

It should be nipped in the bud.

After a while, Song Guoping's people brought a new bottle of wine. There were already many people watching, and the small table where Zhuo Ziyuan and the others were sitting was blocked.

Taking the wine handed over by Song Guoping, Zhuo Ziyuan looked at it carefully. The 82-year-old Lafite was an even rarer thing. Zhuo Ziyuan had drank it before, and it was given to him by the Moth band, so he specially made a special gift for it.

I checked the information about 82 Lafite on the Internet, and I still have some impressions about the description of the taste, "Hey, such a good wine should be left in a decanter for more than half an hour before drinking. If this bottle is real, then it's really

It’s wasted.”

As Zhuo Ziyuan spoke, he shook his head and looked at Song Guoping as if he were looking at a fool. If such a good wine is real, drinking it without pretreatment would be a waste. If it is fake,

, that doesn’t matter. The problem is that what Song Guoping bought was fake wine again. All this confusion shows that Song Guoping doesn’t know how to pretend to understand.

Song Guoping naturally understood the meaning of the words, and he felt that his blood was rising. This was hurting him overtly and covertly.

Jian Qiu looked at Zhuo Ziyuan's performance with a smile, her eyes shining, he was so handsome.

"Don't be so pretentious, drink up quickly and give me an explanation. If you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for not giving the president face." The little man who rushed out just now said viciously.

Zhuo Ziyuan looked at the little man, with a flash of light in his eyes. Haha, this is the rhythm of preparing to fight with him. If you are not good at literature, you are good at martial arts. He couldn't help but think of Xu Wei, and showed a smile. This is

It's going to happen again.

Xu Wei, who was hiding among the crowd of onlookers, saw Zhuo Ziyuan's smile and couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine and shuddering. He was so impressed by Zhuo Ziyuan's eyes and smile that he couldn't help but be impressed.

During the fight, Zhuo Ziyuan had this look in his eyes.

Ignoring the little man anymore, Zhuo Ziyuan slowly poured some red wine into the wine glass, picked up the wine glass, started to shake it, pretended to look at the wall hanging, and nodded, "Not bad."

Then Zhuo Ziyuan took a sip gently, closed his eyes, gurgled in his mouth for a while, swallowed it in one gulp, and slowly opened his eyes, "Well, the taste is pure, the entrance is smooth, and there is the aroma of coffee and roasted oak.

Well, that's right. If you sober up and taste it again, you can make an accurate judgment. Now, more than 80% of it is true. It's a pity, a pity."

After listening to Zhuo Ziyuan's words, Song Guoping was a little ecstatic in his heart, and there was still a bottle, but he quickly woke up. I came to find trouble.

A person's eyes, the other party stood out, "Anyway, what are you talking about, and no one knows the truth. Since you all think this wine is good, then we should always respect you."

Where did Zhuo Ziyuan know the authenticity of the two bottles of wine just now?

They are all fake. Not to mention what the parties think, the onlookers will feel that Zhuo Ziyuan is in the flicker.

After a while, I also said a few words that sounded very well, which made the onlookers more trustworthy more trust. After all, they didn’t know at all.

Fragrance, what's all.

"Oh, you don't understand, alas, but unfortunately such a good wine, then this bottle will be given to me. Other wine really can't mention interest." Now Zhuo Ziyuan drinks a one or two bottles

There is no problem with red wine, and it just happens to block the mouth of everyone. I am not unwilling to drink. It ’s really your wine is too bad. And, I’ m enough to drink this bottle.

In such a party, Song Guoping can also come up with more good wine. These two bottles are estimated to be prepared. I want to show it in front of Jianqiu. In 82 years, Lafite

One bottle is one less bottle. To get real wine, you really need some doors.

After listening to the dialogue between the two, Song Guoping was angry again. What teammates, do this, do their best, do n’t talk about two words, do n’t you do it, do you do it directly?

It was full of 82 Rafie to Zhuo Ziyuan, and then it was full of 86 Mouton. "Zhuo Ziyuan. Since the cup just now is a fake wine, it is naturally not made.

Respect you a cup and apologize. "After that, I did it myself.

Zhuo Ziyuan didn't care if he had drank a drink before. Anyway, this bottle of red wine was finished. After drinking it, he left and left. He said nothing and did it directly.

Far also drank, no one else needed to fall. Zhuo Ziyuan directly fell into the fourth cup. A bottle of Lafite was bottomed out. Zhuo Ziyuan raised the wine in his hand. "

For the place where you do n’t do it, please forgive me, including it, this last glass of wine, let me do it for first. "

When Zhuo Ziyuan lifted the wine glass, Song Guoping gave the girl next to the girl. When Zhuo Ziyuan said it was ready to kill, the girl deliberately hit Zhuo Ziyuan's arm.

Zhuo Ziyuan didn't respond very much yet, so he heard the girl shouting, "Oh, my Hermes bag, you stain my bag, my bag is a limited edition, you splashing red wine stains, fundamental fundamental, fundamental fundamental, fundamentally

Can't wash it, you have to pay me exactly the same. "

Looking at the girl in front of me holding the bag, I won't let you go without a loss. Although Zhuo Ziyuan drank some wine, it was a little bit up, but the sensitive feeling was still there. It was obviously that the girl was intentionally hit by himself.

This would be the wicked man to sue first. He naturally knew that it was meaningless to debate, because except Jian Qiu had a line with him, everyone else listened to the so -called Song of Song. Zhuo Ziyuan wanted to laugh.

The boy.

Indeed, Song Guoping regarded him as a poor boy. Who asked him to come to a party? He was still wearing the same clothes sold by street stalls. He didn't know if he had three hundred yuan in his body. How could Song Guoping think of him in a good light?

?Since he is a poor boy, he must be humiliated with money. This is Song Guoping's strategy that he had already decided. Although there was an episode in the middle, Zhuo Ziyuan showed his appreciation of red wine, but it still did not change Song Guoping's strategy.

Guoping's thoughts.

So, when he saw Zhuo Ziyuan was about to finish his last glass of wine and leave, his look made the girl take action. Seeing Zhuo Ziyuan's dazed look, Song Guoping wanted to laugh, so he pretended to smooth things over, "

Xiao Ai, this is your fault, you said it was limited

It's a special edition. How can you ask someone to bring you an identical one? Let me see it this way. How much did you pay for this bag? They will just pay you directly. Even though it is a limited edition, it cannot be measured in terms of money.

But anyway, you’ve been using it for a while, don’t you think so?”

Song Guoping had already imagined the scene of the meeting. Zhuo Ziyuan couldn't come up with the money. The only way was for Jian Qiu to take action. Then he would be able to use words to silence Zhuo Ziyuan.

If this happens, it will cause a lot of damage to a man's self-esteem. If it destroys their relationship, it will be a real surprise.

The girl pretended to hesitate, "This is my favorite bag, but looking at the chairman's face, you should pay for it. When I bought this bag abroad, it cost 38,000. I heard that Dongdu**

The store sells it for 45,000 yuan."

Seeing the girl's poor performance, not to mention Zhuo Ziyuan, even Xu Wei, who was watching the show next to him, wanted to laugh. He naturally saw Song Guoping's plan, but he knew very well that this wishful thinking must have failed.

, people will care about that little money

, I have to say that Xu Wei is not without merit. He knows those people who can be provoked and those who cannot be provoked. Since he knew that Zhuo Ziyuan was not easy to mess with, he also got to know Zhuo Ziyuan from various aspects. He knew that Zhuo Ziyuan was not easy to mess with.

Meet Meng Fan often

, he also inquired about Zhuo Ziyuan, Meng Fan and their bar club cooperation project. This is not difficult. He is also half an insider. There will be a new club in Dongdu soon. He naturally knows it. Through some

He also knew Zhuo Zi

Zhuo Ziyuan was involved in it. Such an opportunity was something he could not ask for, but Zhuo Ziyuan got it easily. It is conceivable that a bag worth tens of thousands of yuan can stump Zhuo Ziyuan? It is simply funny. In Xu Wei's eyes,

Here, Song Guoping and a group of people have become clowns.

Facing these clowns from afar, Zhuo Zi was a little dumbfounded, "I said, Senior Song, they don't know, don't you know, I am living with a little rich woman, and this little money is not a trivial matter to me.

, Baoer’s wife, do you have any money? I broke someone’s limited edition bag, and she wants me to compensate.”

Hearing Zhuo Ziyuan's words, Xu Wei couldn't help complaining in the crowd, "Pretend, you know how to pretend. If you had behaved as you should behave, I wouldn't have received a beating."
Chapter completed!