The next day, Dong Shanhe signed a contract with Wood early, and in order to have a long night of dreams, Dong Shanhe could only increase the service fee of Wood's company. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Smith, let's go to Napa Valley to see how George Sr. moves?" After sending Wood off, Dong Shanhe took Smith to Napa Valley.

Napa Valley is on the northeast side of San Francisco Bay, San Jose City is at the southern end of San Francisco Bay, and the Dream Estate he bought is only 100 kilometers away from Los Angeles, which is very close to the big cities.

When Dong Shanhe took Smith to Longteng Winery, Old George had already finished moving, but he didn't leave.

"Mr. Dong, I thought you weren't coming. Old George greeted Dong Shanhe from a distance.

"Old George, I thought you had gone to Silicon Valley. Dong Shanhe came down and hugged old George and patted his shoulder vigorously.

"I'm going to wait until you come and see the whole manor before I can leave here in peace. Old George said gloomily.

"Old George, don't you do this, you can come back here at any time in the future. Dong Shanhe couldn't get used to seeing life and death, so he could only say comfortingly.

Let a seventy-year-old man cry his nose, Dong Shanhe can't do it, and he can't bear it.

"I'm going to cook you one more of my best meals today, and I'm going to Silicon Valley in the afternoon. Old George wiped the corners of his eyes and said happily to Dong Shanhe and Smith.

Under the leadership of Old George, the two of them once again visited the winery and wine cellar, and then came to the wooden house where Old George lived with peace of mind.

Old George happily made a red wine dinner for Dong Shanhe and Smith, although Dong Shanhe didn't think there was anything delicious, but it also had a different taste.

After lunch, old George beckoned all the employees over and officially told everyone in front of Dong Shanhe that from now on, he was no longer the owner of the winery, and the winery had a new owner, Dong Shanhe, a Chinese man in front of him.

Although he had met with these people before, Dong Shanhe and old George still insisted on coming again, which can be regarded as a farewell.

After sending George Sr. away, Dong Shanhe told the manager of the winery, that is, the middle-aged man whose ancestors were both here as winemakers.

Moore is only forty years old this year, but he has more than 20 years of experience in winemaking, and his experience can be described as very rich, although he is not too interested in Dong Shanhe, but he also understands that if it were not for Dong Shanhe, the old George's son's company would go bankrupt, without Dong Shanhe, the old George would still sell this place in the end, and he would still have a new boss, but Moore did not expect that the new boss would be a Chinese.

"Moore, tomorrow we will give the winery a new gate that says Longteng Winery. "The name has been changed, so hurry up and change the name of the gate.

Newcomers have a new atmosphere, and Dong Shanhe is no exception.

In the evening, Dong Shanhe sent Smith away, and he lived alone in Old George's cabin.

This wooden house is not really good, there are two floors, each floor is nearly 200 square meters, and there is a platform outside the second floor, on which a coffee table is placed.

The whole house is decorated in a warm and calm atmosphere.

As for why Dong Shanhe drove Smith away, as long as Dong Shanhe planned to water the space spiritual liquid for the vines in the entire plantation tonight, it would be particularly inconvenient for Smith to be here.

At night, Dong Shanhe cooked by himself, although the old George moved, but the pots and pans were still left, but these were Western-style tableware, Dong Shanhe was not too used to it for a while, so he could only get into the space to give himself meat skewers and grilled fish to eat.

The meat in the space is pure natural and pollution-free green food, which tastes much better than the meat sold in the vegetable market.

And the fish in the creek are not comparable to the artificially farmed fish, and the kind of fish eats like chewing wood dregs.

After eating and drinking, Dong Shanhe lay on the sofa and watched American TV shows.

Not to mention that the capitalist country of the United States is good, it was only nine o'clock in the evening that adult programs began to be broadcast, but Dong Shanhe just glanced at it a few times, the women in it, one by one, are artificially carved, none of them are pure natural, and these women do not conform to Dong Shanhe's aesthetic habits.

Although the figure is hot, it is too stout, Dong Shanhe still likes Avril Lavril to be a little petite and exquisite, which is also generally in line with the aesthetic style of the Chinese people.

From CBS to CNN to ESPN, Dong Shanhe changed several TV stations, and finally stayed up until twelve o'clock.

Dong Shanhe came out of the wooden house and looked at the stars, "They should all be asleep." ”

Dong Shanhe plans to irrigate the vines, and the efficiency is also very high, directly controlling a cloud of water from the space, adding a few buckets of space spiritual liquid in the middle, and then bringing it to the real world, so that the vines will be irrigated quickly.

At present, the distance that Dongshan River can control is nearly 300 meters, which is 90,000 square meters, and one acre is 4,000 square meters, and Dongshan River can irrigate 20 acres at a time.

It only takes one minute for each irrigation of Dongshan River, and the main thing is to carefully control the water mass so as not to cause too much movement, which is only once a minute, or it can come once in thirty seconds.

"Hemp egg, I'm tired. "I was busy from zero o'clock until five o'clock in the morning, and seeing that Tiandou was about to dawn, Dong Shanhe cleaned up and went back to the room to sleep.

20 acres a minute, 1,200 acres an hour, 6,000 acres in five hours, and George Sr.'s plantation is only 10,000 acres plus a piece, and now most of it is dry.

"One more time tomorrow night will do it. "As for whether people will find out that the soil here is moist, it is like this even if it doesn't rain, and Dong Shanhe doesn't care so much.

There are so many magical things in this world, who cares about these.

Besides, now is not the time for picking, and basically no one comes to the vineyard.

Dong Shanhe had already told Moore yesterday that he would close his business for the past two days.

"Boss, did you hear any rumbling sounds yesterday?" asked Moore at noon, when he came to the winery and saw Dong Shanhe with a sleepy face.

"No, I'm not used to sleeping in a new place, I haven't heard anything. Dong Shanhe pretended to be innocent.

"Today I found out that the soil in some parts of the vineyard is actually wet, how can this happen, obviously there is no rain. Moore muttered to himself in confusion.