The American Scripture

Alfonso has long lost sight of the bleakness when he saw him for the first time. Now he looks very energetic and his face is very ruddy. For the first time, Zhen Fan felt that he was so tall and burly. . He knocked on the door, then came in at the sign of Sampson, shook hands with Zhen Fan, acting like an old gentleman.

"Tell me about this year's harvest!" Sampson lay comfortably on the boss chair, leaned back a bit, and then pointed to Zhen Fan to signal that he wanted Zhen Fan to report.

"That's it, Mr. Zhen, the harvest of our vineyard!" Alfonso. Jennings took a breath, then controlled his emotions, thinking of Zhen Fan's introduction in a very calm voice, "Our harvest is unexpectedly good, and...this is the best quality grape I have ever seen. Yield rate It’s very high, and the taste is very suitable for wine making. I guess the wine we brewed this year will be the best I have made in 40 years."

Zhen Fan nodded. This guy said for a long time. It was just a few false words, no substantive content, no specific data, and he could only imagine with his brain. This is where Alfonso lacks, and he is younger than him. John. Harris is much worse, but Zhen Fan does not need him to be a statistician, he only needs his winemaking experience.

"Very good, so can you tell me about your winemaking method? After so many years, you have rich experience in winemaking for the Chrisland family. I think we need to discuss the winemaking process, okay?" Zhen Fan said, pointing to the sofa beside him and beckoning Jennings to sit down.

When it comes to making wine, this guy's eyes are bright. Obviously, he is very proud of his craft. He knows how to make wine in the Chrisland family.

"Let's go to the single room next door to talk!" Zhen Fan pointed to a room in the office, facing Alfonso. Jennings laughed. "I think there may be a lot of things we have to discuss!"

"Well, please, please!" Shanpusen shrugged at Zhen Fan. In his opinion, the brewing process is kept secret, and there is nothing to be jealous about. On the contrary, it is a good thing for him.

Sampson walked to the window and opened the curtain. Then looking at the vineyards far away, with a large area out of sight, he suddenly felt more comfortable than ever before. An ambition to do a big business came to my mind, and all of this seemed incredible in the past.

If it wasn't for meeting Zhen, if it wasn't for his sincerity, he was moved. Then he might also be an unremarkable liquor dealer running around the streets of New York. But now it's different. Own exclusive h﹒ c﹒ d. It is now the most expensive luxury brand in the United States. h﹒ c﹒ d Successfully penetrated into the upper class of the United States, many high-ranking officials and nobles are regarded as first-class h﹒ c﹒ d is proud. Even the wine for the White House banquet will specify h﹒ c﹒ d. This is a great honor. If it weren't for the prohibition of using the White House to advertise, he would have started to publicize it.

Many agent wine merchants are eyeing his exclusivity. But Sampson never let go, because he knows h﹒ c﹒ The output of d is not high. If you distribute to others, your profits will shrink greatly. But now it's different. It can finally be brewed on a large scale.

When Sampson released the news, there were already a large number of liquor agents flocking to them, and they all wanted to obtain h﹒ c﹒ Agency right for new wine produced by company d. Of course, they did not blindly ask for an agent, but pushed the cooperation to the wine tasting after the advent of the new wine.

After a while, Sampson withdrew his thoughts from his grand ideals. At this time, Zhen Fan and Alfonso. Jennings hasn't come out yet, obviously, they have a lot to discuss. So he made a cup of coffee for himself and looked around the office.

Yes, there is still a lack of a good assistant to take care of all this.

The inner door opened, Zhen Fan and Alfonso. Jennings walked out with a smile on Zhen Fan. Obviously, the conversation was very pleasant, and Zhen Fan still held some handwritten things in his hand, densely packed with pages. The old Mr. Jennings was flushed, as if he had drunk a large glass of spirits, and he felt a little fragrant.

"It seems... things are going well!" Shanpusen hurriedly greeted him and smiled at Zhen Fan.

"Of course, just look at Alfonso!" Zhen Fan pointed to Alfonso. Jennings, then turned his head and said to him, "Mr. Jennings, you know this is what we two know, but... to be on the safe side, you must sign a confidentiality agreement with us, and... our This secret brewing recipe must be locked in a safe, with two keys, one for you and one for me, and it will only take effect if they are opened at the same time."

"Of course, everything is okay, Mr. Zhen!" Alfonso. Jennings seemed to wake up suddenly, but he couldn't restrain his excitement, "I am very willing to serve you for a lifetime, knowing that I am dead. I promise that the wine brewed this time will surely make all picky people satisfaction!"

This is a bit big, but the more he speaks, the more Sampson feels that he is not far from success. He listened to the conversation between the two, his face flushed.

"Well, guys, don't we have a toast for the success of this secret recipe?" Sampson gave a dry cough, some excited suggestions.

"Of course, very happy!" Alfonso. Jennings nodded quickly.

"I agree!" Zhen Fan also raised his hand and smiled at Sampson, "Don't hide your unfinished bottle of wine, take it out, let's celebrate together!"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you!" Shanpusen pointed at Zhen Fan and laughed, and then took out a bottle of hidden wine from the cabinet in the office. It was the kind of height that Zhen Fan brewed. c﹒ d. He took out three cups, and then half a cup was in each cup and handed them to Zhen Fan and Alfonso respectively.

"For h﹒c﹒d!" Sampson said.

"For everyone in the vineyard!" Alfonso. Jennings also said loudly. He thought of all the workers in the vineyard that had been struggling in the dilemma. Those were some friends he had worked with for many years. Everything will be fine now, because of the high-quality grapes and the best wine-making secrets.

"Sampson, don't you have a nice name for our new wine?" Zhen Fan raised his glass and was about to give a toast. Suddenly remembering this, I quickly asked.

"I thought you had already figured it out. The naming right is your privilege. Zhen, we can't interfere with you!" Shanpusen shrugged his shoulders. He was right. If the wine was not named by Zhen Fan . It loses a lot of meaning.

At this point, even Alfonso. Jennings also agrees very much.

"Okay, I'll think of a name. Let's have a toast now, for a good wine!" Zhen Fan turned off the subject, raised the glass again, and then the three of them touched lightly. Make a crisp "ding" sound. He raised his head and drank it all.

Sampson put down his glass, and then smiled: "Now..." Then he didn't say anything, because he saw Alfonso. Jennings stared at the empty wine glass in a daze, his face was serious, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Mr. Jennings--" he called tentatively.

Alfonso. Jennings did not respond, just like the one just now, obviously he hadn't recovered yet. I turned a deaf ear to Sampson's words.

"Mr. Jennings!" Sampson shouted again.

"What?" Jennings finally recovered, and then glanced at Sampson. Looking at his wine bottle again, he couldn't help saying, "This...this is h﹒c﹒d? Is it the kind of 50,000 dollars a bottle of h﹒c﹒d?"

"Should be better than that!" Sampson looked at Zhen Fan, saw that he was just sitting aside and smiled, and then explained to Jennings, "These are some specially brewed by Zhen, and they are only very popular. The lesser part. Of course, I will give you a bottle of ordinary h﹒c﹒d as a reference when you make wine."

"God!" Alfonso. Jennings suddenly said, "This is the best wine I have ever drunk. There is no one that can become the top luxury in the United States. It does not live up to its quality. Zhen, you are the Die sent by God. Is Onissos (the **** of wine believed by the ancient Greeks and holds the power of wine intoxicating)?"

"Dionysus?" Obviously Zhen Fan still needs to add a lot of Western religious and literary knowledge. He shrugged his shoulders at Sampson in a daze.

"Is the ancient Greek **** of wine, in charge of the best wines!" Shanpusen smiled at Zhen Fan, "you should be familiar with the literature about rain grapes."

"Don't expect me to!" Zhen Fan refused without hesitation.

At this time, Jennings' expression suddenly became a little depressed. He rubbed his hair vigorously with both hands, and showed a confused look at Zhen Fan. Then, his lips squirmed a few times, but he didn't speak. It lasted for a long time, and gradually became frown and weeping.

"What do you want to say? Mr. Jennings!" Zhen Fan asked with some surprise~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jennings stopped talking, and finally summoned the courage to say to Zhen Fan: "Dear Mr. Zhen , I now know that your talent in winemaking is unparalleled and can be compared with God, but... I am stuck in a deep predicament, that is-how do I use the grapes in the vineyard with you The secret recipe for brewing wine like this?"

"I just thought about it, and I think there is almost no such possibility. I might brew a wine with a taste similar to yours, but if I want to reach this level, I think...I can't do anything."

"It's nothing!" It turned out to be the case, this man is a drunkard. Zhen Fan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, then stood up and walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "If you can brew wine with a similar taste, you will be a very great master brewer."

"Perhaps, because even if it is similar, it can surpass other wines in the world." Jennings thought for a while, "Even if you can't become the **** of winemaking like you, becoming the greatest master brewer is a thing worth boasting about a lifetime. Let the children and grandchildren brag about things for many years, thank you, Zhen!" As he said, he bent down for Zhen Fan, and came to a medieval court ceremony adopted by the emperor. (To be continued...)