Ps: Today's word count is less, nothing to say, the old rules, tomorrow three more to make up.!This competition has to be thought about in all aspects, and the light and darkness want to think about the details again :)

When the race officially begins, this beautiful old castle is enveloped in the aroma of wine. Even the water of the Loire seems to be frozen by the aroma of wine, and from time to time fish jump out of the water, swaying in the air, and then falling back to the surface with a 'plop', like a drunkard who has drunk too much.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, hundreds of public judges came down the river by boat, jumped ashore one by one, and walked to the exhibition halls in groups. Although these guys were thinking that they would go straight to the castle and taste the wines of the second-class wineries, according to the schedule, they had to taste the wines of the third-class wineries outside the castle in the morning two days before the competition, which made some of them frown, feeling that such a rule was too inhumane.

They are all insiders or half-insiders. Some are low-level winemakers, some are bartenders in bars or restaurants, and some are colleagues of Amirry, all of whom are editors and reporters in charge of the food section, and there are even the most famous drunks, such as Monsieur Donde, who once failed his business because of alcoholism, this guy with one-fifth Chinese blood was once a billionaire, and because of his addiction to alcohol, he finally became the top bartender of the Royal Restaurant in Paris, that is, the "Doctor of Wine" in the Chinese population, and became a colleague of Master Louis

Tang De feels that it is very hard to be a public judge~ forced. Obviously, he has seen a lot of good wines, but he still has to taste the garbage stuff brewed by the third-level winery first according to the competition system, and he is even a little worried that doing so will reduce his professionalism. What especially gives him a headache is that he can taste it. It is also stipulated that each booth must taste at least one glass of wine, and there is no limit to any angel?

But if you don't do it, the judge's qualification will be cancelled, and Tang Deke is reluctant to give up this opportunity. Now he is no longer a billionaire, and if he wants to drink those top wines, he can only rely on this judge. It's really bitter~ forced. Masters of the organizing committee, I wish you can only drink the lowest 'daily wine' in your life!

Tang De thought it was the most vicious curse, ten thousand times more vicious than the old witch's 'spindle curse'. After issuing the curse, he felt much more comfortable. So I wandered in front of the booth of a foreign brand.

Oh, it's a square word, Huaxia's brand? Tang De felt a little better in his heart. As a veteran alcoholic and a Frenchman with one-fifth Chinese ancestry, he naturally has some understanding of Chinese baijiu, and feels that although it is not as good as the top French red wine, it has a unique flavor, and it should not be much worse to be able to come to France to compete, right? At least it is much more reliable than the garbage of those third-level wineries.

Tasting the liquor handed by a Chinese girl, Tang De nodded, the brand of this wine is called 'Lanling'. Not bad, the taste is very pure, and it didn't disappoint him, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to impress him and let him vote preciously. After leaving the Huaxia booth, Tang De walked to the island country's booth again, but he vomited after only taking a sip, sake? This is clear water! Nima's little ghost is just not kind, and he just cheats money with wine mixed with water. How dare you come to participate in the competition? Is there really no one in our big France! I don't need to drink the wine on the stick, and I guess it's all the way to the islanders

There was no shortage of veteran drunkards who were just as disappointed as Donde, and these fussy fellows walked around the stands of the idler's manor, but few of them were willing to stop and taste them. It's no wonder that they only need to look at the color of the wine and smell it casually, and they know that old Sean is just some third-class regional table wine, like this kind of goods, it is almost the same as rinsing his mouth, as for drinking, then hehe

Tang De and they are very envious of those specially invited judges, they can taste it casually, without any rules, unlike their own bitter ~ force, even if they don't taste it today, they will have to deal with these inferior wines tomorrow. Forget it, let's put the nightmare to the end, and tomorrow frown and drink two sips of the ball!

Compared with some old third-level strong wineries and wines from China, island countries, and stick countries, the wine of Idler's Manor is really a little unavailable, but what makes old Sean most angry is the inaction of He Wenxiu and Yuan Yao. There are still some decent delicacies in other houses, and with wine that is not too bad, luck can still fool a few votes, but these two guys have made some messy white lotus root vegetables, which is a lack of sincerity at first glance, not to mention adding points to the manor, it is good if you don't subtract points!

"Zhou, what are you talking about?"

Glancing at Zhou Yi, who had just come out of the temporary warehouse provided by the organizing committee, Old Sean really couldn't calm down. The face of the idler's manor has been thrown to Corsica, but the real owner of the manor seems to be in no hurry at all, and he actually takes his girls and children to walk the pigs? You can also go to other people's booths to taste other people's wine? Yes, the organizing committee does not prohibit the contestants from communicating with each other, and even encourages them, but this is a competition after all?

Can't wait any longer, old Sean greeted David, and the two of them smoked and threw themselves in front of Zhou Yi with fire, only to hear that he was still communicating with his competitors: "Yes, yes, good wine! Well, this quality has obviously reached the level of excellent regional table wine? What kind of grapes do you use, improved Cabernet Sauvignon? Well, improved and thoughtful!"

"Lanling is a good wine from Lu Province. Hehe, I'm also from Huaxia, come back and have fun" This dialogue is in Chinese, and Old Sean and David don't understand it at all. In fact, there is no need to understand, David admires Zhou Yi very much, and naturally he does not dare to question the idol in his heart, but old Sean is about to be angry, jumped in front of Zhou Yi and shouted: "Zhou! Are you shopping? Oh, my God, please go and see our booth." Look at how those fussy guys treat us, it's like they're watching a joke!"

"Aren't there already two votes?"

Zhou Yi smiled bitterly. He is not the Emperor ~ either. In order to improve the precious second-grade wine that David made, they put on five barrels of 'green and green incense'. There was also a mistake in the judgment, which was supposed to be used on the day of the race, only to find out yesterday that the wines still need to be fermented in new oak barrels for a while to perfection. Of course, it's not impossible to be fast, but that would consume a lot of his internal qi, which is too much.

"God, Zhou, you don't know, those two votes were given by Tang. It's a total friendship ticket. Our real votes are zero, it's zero!" Old Sean was as excited as a cat in heat, and he almost meowed around Zhou Yi.

"Didn't I just say that, Mr. Sean, that the improved wine must be kept in oak barrels for another eighteen hours. to achieve perfection. If you can't wait, you can use it now, but that will ruin the quality of the wine, so don't blame me if you don't get a good ranking."

Zhou Yi shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Are you really sure?" Old Sean hesitated, "Zhou, what is your good ranking?"

"Well, there are nearly 30 first-class wineries participating in the competition this time, and I haven't drunk their wine after all, so it's hard for me to answer this question."

Zhou Yi was a little embarrassed, feeling that he should be conservative and not give this old man too much hope, so he thought for a while and said, "But it's no problem to enter the top ten." ”

"What!"

Old Sean came directly to the dry land to pluck onions, and jumped more than four feet high. Zhou Yi was startled, the catkins and Xiao Yezi were stunned, Jin Yangyang's eyes were confused, and he looked the old man up and down.

"Top ten, you mean count the first-class wineries!"

"That's right!"

Zhou Yi quickly replied, if you don't do it quickly, old Sean's eyes are about to crack. Zhou Yi felt that it was difficult to understand, isn't it the top ten, as for being so excited?

"David, David, did you hear me!"

Old Sean looked at Zhou Yi, looked at the weird-looking golden pig, looked at the curvy and crisp-chested willow catkins, and looked at the little Lori who was still developing, and felt really untouchable. turned around and picked up David, laughing wildly: "Hua Xia Zhou said, it's the top ten, the top ten!"

Before the competition, his heart was higher than the sky, but after seeing the list of participating wineries, his expectations had already fallen again and again. Originally, I thought that if I could get the top ten of these second-level and third-level wineries in the first two days of competition, it would be considered a complete task, but in the future, with Huaxia Zhou and his magical tools, the idler's manor could jump to a second-class winery with the growth of sales, and it would take another three or five years to become a first-class winery.

But Zhou Yi opened his mouth to be in the top ten! And it is the real top ten including those first-class wineries! Old Sean is a devout Christian~disciple, and he now fully believes that Zhou Yi must be sent by the Emperor~ to save Mary, the angel who saved the idler's manor, and he was too moved by the chicken

"Zhou, those islanders walked over to our booth, what are they going to do?"

Liu Fu and Ye Zi were a little unaccustomed to the strong smell of alcohol here, and Zhou Yi was about to take them to the accommodation provided by the organizing committee to rest, but was stopped by David, whose feet had just landed. When I looked up, I saw a few people walking out of the booth of the island country, heading towards the booth of the idler's manor.

"Bastards! They're definitely here for trouble."

Old Sean sneered, according to the rules of the game, in the first two days of the competition, wineries can challenge each other, and the way to challenge is to fight wine, and the winning side can not only take away the other party's votes, but also occupy the opponent's venue.

The location of the Idler's Manor is relatively good, which has made many wineries blush, but few manors will challenge their opponents unless they have to do so or have hatred in advance, because if they fail, they will have to withdraw from the competition, and there will be no chance.

But these island people are not kind to come, not only several people came, but also brought a few barrels of wine, which is obviously not for friendly exchanges.

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