The vineyards of Burgundy, the mecca of wine, are sacred and beautiful, and the history of grape cultivation in that area is extremely long, even dating back to BC, but it is a rumor, and the real recorded year is the year 312 of the park, and the official history records that the Burgundy region has seen large-scale grape cultivation in this era.

Nearly 2,000 years have passed, and in order to protect the structure of the land from destruction, almost all the wineries in Burgundy have used animal power to cultivate the land, which is simply unthinkable in the 21st century.

This may be the reason why this wine-growing land is so expensive.

"A few years ago, the village of Chambord Musigny in the Chambord region was sold for 120 million euros, or 60 million per hectare, in the village of Chambord Musigny. ”

Fang Nanqi was speechless.

At a price of 60 million euros per hectare, she can only barely plant ten vines (almost one per square meter) on the land she can buy with her own pocket money, and with the meticulous winemaking process, two to three vines can produce grapes to make a bottle of wine of normal size.

Ten vines can't make five bottles, and if you only drink ten milliliters a day, it's only as many as a small syringe, which is enough for a year......

And that's just talking about the land, not any other expenses.

It's so sad.

"Why am I so poor, I'm too difficult......" Fang Nanqi had a little bitterness on her face.

Yesterday, the people who spent 400,000 bags, cosmetics and jewelry in Galeries Lafayette shouted poverty......

Wu Qian was still digesting the content of the "class" when he heard Fang Nanqi's low sigh and was happy.

"Little rich woman, are you still poor? Look at your whole body, clothes and jewelry, stripped and sold, enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for more than ten years......!

What verb to use!

Fang Nanqi glanced at Wu Qian, and said coldly: "Get out of class!"

After speaking, she picked up the wine decanter and poured herself a glass, talking too much and thirsty.

After a class, Wu Qian learned enough knowledge, not only him, but everyone here benefited a lot.

Wu Qian smiled and asked, "The last one you just said, the winery of 60 million euros per hectare, with such a high price, is it the same as the art market, is it money laundering?"

Legitimate businessmen certainly dislike the illegal business of money laundering, and there is no such demand.

There is white and black in the world, and white and black make up our world.

There will also be many rich people in the black world, and their massive funds will not be seen, so they need to have "tools" to help them change their money from black to white, and art will take on this responsibility.

Of course, this does not include the works of Leonardo da Vinci......

Wu Qian wondered if the winery had become such a tool.

Fang Nanqi scoffed at Wu Qian's question, and said: "Do you think that land was a private secret transaction at that time? It's not a drop, it's just that you didn't care so you didn't pay attention, the competition was fierce at that time, and the people who participated in the competition were all descendants of big conglomerates or famous celebrities, and it was hard to find a place, you know!"

"Not to mention the top ten wineries in Burgundy, the second top 20 wineries, have been carved up by the rich, you are thousands of square meters, he is thousands of square meters, the wine produced is directly for the tables of those rich, and there are very few that can appear on the market. ”

"I said, how can you say that your big boss Wu has also invested four or five billion pounds in the UK (Fang Nanqi doesn't know about the Thames Water Company), a veritable big boss, can't you experience that kind of fun?"

"That's the kind of wine I use to entertain friends, it's the world's top wine, but you can't buy it anywhere, because it's made by my winery, it's the only one, it's fun!"

While speaking, Fang Nanqi made a gesture while holding the sobering wine, very vivid, very stylish, although it was pretended.

To put it bluntly, it's vanity, showing off ......

Wu leaned back in the chair and smiled lightly, no one is a saint, how can there be no vanity, it's just that the object and level are different, he agrees with Fang Nanqi's words.

It's like he can't show off to his friends now, such as Zou Tianyang and Tian Yewang, because it's not a level anymore, but if he is with Rapo Erkan, Avram, or the heirs of an international consortium, he can show off.

No one has me, and no one has me.

Style!

To put it in layman's terms, it is forced!

"I haven't had a lot of wine. ”

Wu Qian leaned back in his chair for a while, and then suddenly said.

"When I was in Hangzhou, I drank a Mouton special grade, and I didn't understand it at the time, but I felt very good. Wu Qian recalled that it was the first time he had officially tasted high-end wine since he obtained the Root of All Evil system.

"Later, on the plane from Beijing to London, I drank Cook's private champagne, which was also good. ”

Wu Qian's eyes looked at the ceiling, and his tongue kept stirring in his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about something.

"Today, if I want to say that the most memorable thing for me is definitely the white wine of Romanée Conti Winery, the Grand Cru of Monhacher, although it basically enters the stomach of your little gluttonous cat, I still remember that taste. ”

After Wu Qian finished speaking, he looked at Fang Nanqi thoughtfully and nodded.

Fang Nanqi's face was a little unnatural, but then she calmed down, the old lady just likes to drink a little wine, what's the problem.

David nodded suddenly, using the little information revealed by the boss to form the scene of that night in his mind, I don't know what came to mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a bad smile.

The tables were already clean, and the service staff in the restaurant were very nimble, and they cleaned up after Wu Qian's party finished eating, but no one would urge them to leave, because after the Eiffel Tower closed, they would go directly to the elevator next to the restaurant.

At the servants' table, the servants were chatting in whispers, and their voices were very quiet, and they could hardly hear anything from three meters away.

At the main table, after Wu Qian finished speaking, it was also quiet, Wu Qian leaned back in the chair, his eyes wandered from Fang Nanqi's face to the ceiling, his head was lightly tapped, as if he was flipping through the memories of his taste buds, and his expression was intoxicated.

The rest of the people all looked at Wu Qian.

The image seems to be still, but it is still for less than five seconds, and Barbara and Rosalind move at the same time, Barbara takes out her laptop from behind her and puts it on the dining table, turns on the screen, and Rosalind pokes and dots on her own small device.

The two of them already understood the meaning of Wu Qian's last sentence.

You don't need Wu Qian Daoming to know what he wants to do, think about what the boss thinks, and act vigorously and resolutely.

Call a comfortable person with such a talent!