Bordeaux in autumn is beautiful, the smell of grapes and lavender aromas wafts everywhere, the road to the estate has been built wider, since the Idler Manor has won the title of Grade II Château, the production of excellent regional table wines has begun to be in short supply, the demand for the water Champs in several major cities in France alone has ensured the annual sales of 20,000 bottles, and the sales are still rising, the Idler Estate has been running to the extreme, sales are about to reach a terrifying 40,000 bottles, even in the second class of wineries, such sales are quite amazing。

"Old Sean plans to provide a winery grade, and he wants to enter the AOC?"

They were picked up by David, who is now a well-known winemaker in the Bordeaux region, especially with Zhou Yi's unique winemaking process, even if he has no internal cultivation, he can occasionally make top red wines that meet the basic AOC. Although David and the winemakers in the estate have signed a confidentiality agreement with the estate, not to divulge Zhou Yi's 'simplified' winemaking methods, they still enjoy it, and whenever they see the wine that can only be made by the top winemakers of top wineries such as Mouton and Rafe appear in their hands, they will be excited and think of that magical oriental youth.

"Yes Zhou, just a month ago, your 'Purple Dragon Sauvignon' was ripe, and we tried to make the best red wine with this mysterious new grape, and found that even without a long cellar, its flavor made the 45-year-old Mouton and top Raffite into ordinary goods."

David burst out laughing, expressing his joy. It is with this new wine that he has already been nominated for the Bordeaux Winemaker of the Year, and although Bordeaux is only a wine region in France, the winemaker who receives this honor will become the hottest figure in the industry: "Zhou, my amazing boss, your grapes and your winemaking methods are amazing. These accolades belong to you, and you will become one of the most admired figures in the history of French winemaking."

"Huh. It's also your hard work, honor or something, forget it. ”

Zhou Yi just smiled, if he wanted to get similar honors, he was afraid that he would be able to get a lot of them in a few minutes, and these reputations really didn't appeal to him. He was just very curious now, what he had sent to Old Sean was only ten acres of 'Purple Dragon Ball' seeds, and he hadn't tried to plant them, so he didn't know what this thing tasted like after harvesting, and David relied on the 'strange tricks' he left behind. How far can a good sake be made, and is there anything to boast about?

"It was a new wine, one that could be enjoyed at its best, whether cellared or not, and we tentatively named it 'The Violet of the Empire'. Mr. Sean said that if you don't like it, you can always change it. ”

"The violet of the empire?" Zhou Yi was slightly stunned, old Sean looked very nostalgic. The name seemed to take people back to the Middle Ages, but he nodded: "Well, a good name, bold and romantic, reminiscent of a graceful and luxurious lady with snow-white skin, perhaps a noble lady?"

In short, the name is very feminine. Zhou Yi also felt something in his heart and blurted out.

"Brother Yi, your imagination is getting richer and richer. ”

The catkins blinked and exhaled like vinegar. The expression is tricky. Lady, my future husband can really think about it

"Ahem, I promise. You will also love these wonderful red wines. Zhou Yi looked at the catkins with a smile, this time when he came to France, even if his parents didn't move to the 'idler's manor' to live, he would bring the catkins over, he had other plans.

Old Sean has been living happily lately, and in a rich purple, Zhou Yi saw him and his father.

I don't know how many centuries a court round table was placed in two purple grape fields, the old man Zhou Maotong and the old foreign man were drinking vigorously, there were two empty wine bottles on the table, and a bottle of wine that had just been opened, the wine was a rich purple color, very aristocratic temperament.

The two of them didn't know how long it had been drinking, and less than half of the roast goose on the table was left.

"Look?" Zhou Jingjing glared at Zhou Yi with some complaint, but Henry jumped over like a rabbit: "Oh, oh, this is the 'Imperial Violet'? Father-in-law, let me have a drink with you? It tastes so good, high, Gaojiazhuang's high!" The French rooster's language skills are good, and the latter sentence was obviously learned from the old man, which made old Sean confused for a while: "Mr. Henry, which winery is Gaojiazhuang, shouldn't it be in Bordeaux?" It's all drunkards!"

Zhou Yi and Liu Wu walked over with a smile, and Liu Wu obediently called: "Dad, you drink a few glasses, drinking too much wine is not good for your health"

"Mr. Sean, you've lost. Zhou Maotong laughed: "Three cups, one cup is not less!"

"Of course, I'm sure I won't drink less. The violets of the empire made Lord Gog of Château Mouton deeply curious, he has sent people here a few times, I won't sell it to him, I will kill him in a hurry!" Old Sean laughed, poured three glasses of 'Imperial Violet' in a row, and poured it down very boldly, making David feel extremely distressed, how can this wine be drunk like this?

"Zhou, won't you have a drink?"

Old Sean glanced at Liu Fu and said with a smile: "Beautiful Liu, when you were still on the road, Mr. Zhou made a bet with me, he said that you would be a virtuous daughter-in-law, and he would definitely persuade him to drink less." You know, young people in France don't necessarily care about the elderly like that, they want to drag their father to the bar and have a drink, and then find a reason for him to pay for it, so I lost the bet, but I did it on purpose, hehe."

"Okay, you old guy, sincerely deceive my son's drinking?" Zhou Maotong scolded with a smile, he is a straight temper, the most suitable for socializing with foreigners, not long after coming to the idler's winery, he became good friends with old Sean, once Zhou Yi's mother was not there, the two old men began to talk about the old lady, and carefully studied whether the old lady in China was more attractive, or the old lady in France was romantic and amorous, and they couldn't hold each other, and they would scold their mother when they argued on the fire.

"Dad, you said that a virtuous daughter-in-law will persuade you to drink less, so drink a few less. Really."

Zhou Jingjing snatched the wine glass from Henry's hand, glared at him and said, "Didn't you say that you want to prepare for the art exhibition, and you want to come to the Idler's Manor to find inspiration? After speaking, he went to get Zhou Maotong's wine glass.

"Girl, you have to take care of your own man, not your father. Zhou Maotong grabbed the wine glass, looked back at Zhou Yi and said: "Sit down, my son is here, accompany Lao Tzu to have a drink, who dares to stop him?" That's all I have to think about drinking.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, although he had combed his parents and secretly given him the light of the sexual spirit, but he didn't take him to drink it like this, drinking less red wine can soften blood vessels, and drinking too much will burst blood vessels, and never let the old man come nonsense.

Knowing that the old man was a donkey and couldn't go against his temperament, Zhou Yi smiled and poured a glass of wine. But he didn't drink it in his hand, and asked the old man very seriously: "Dad, where is my mother?"

"Temper me with me, why don't you drink a few more glasses? When I went back to watch TV alone, I didn't even say anything about her, she is so old, and she still learns what Korean dramas young people watch. When I saw that the little handsome guy's eyes were straight, I said, "

Zhou Yi's eyes began to straighten, what a mess this was. In front of outsiders and daughters-in-law, do you bury my mother like this? Quickly coughed twice, interrupting the old man's complaint: "My mother is too." As the old saying goes, wine is heroic courage, and if a man doesn't drink, he won't be a girl?"

Regardless of the second sister glaring at herself, or Liu Yi sitting on the side pouting and pouting, Zhou Yi poured half a cup of 'Imperial Violet' and held it high: "Dad, I respect you, we don't get drunk and don't return!"

"It's my seed!"

Zhou Maotong's eyes lit up, his drunkenness disappeared a little, and he touched the cup with Zhou Yi fiercely: "Good son, do it!"

Zhou Yi's movements were too fast, and the wine on his side hadn't touched his lips yet, but Zhou Yi had already tasted it: "Phew, it's too hard to drink, this is also called wine? It's just a waste of my 'Purple Dragon Ball', Mr. Sean, what's going on?"

"Uh, this wine"

Old Sean and David's eyes widened, and their hearts felt unspeakably uncomfortable. What could be more sad than being reprimanded to his face for not being good at drinking? David clenched his fists, but when he thought that it was Zhou Yi who criticized the wine, he took back his clenched fists.

"Zhou, will you be"

Old Sean wanted to say that you are dysgesy or psychosis? Do you drink alcohol, but when he thought of Zhou Yi's generous help to him, his magical wine-making methods, the savior of Mary's Manor, and the source of happiness in his old age, he was immediately deflated, and he could only tell the difference:" Zhou, your purple dragon pearl is the best grape variety I have ever seen, and David, they are made according to the method you taught, and even Mr. Rove of the National Society of Origins has praised this as the best red wine, and its quality is even so good that it can surpass the best of Mouton and Rafay, even without cellaring, and David and I regard him as the pride and honor of the Idler's Estate. Of course, it would be even better if 'Purple Dragon Ball' could be retained, and I am even confident that I will be able to replace Mouton and Rafe in three years."

Although he maintained enough respect for Zhou Yi and his tone was very polite, Old Sean still secretly refuted Zhou Yi, in his opinion, Zhou Yi must have stayed in China for too long and forgot the taste of top red wine. Lord Mouton's Gogg and Mr. Rove of the Society of Origin can't be mistaken, right?

The old man Zhou Maotong also stopped his hand and looked at his son with blinking eyes, his curiosity overpowering his addiction.

"Maybe I didn't make it clear, and the requirements were too high. ”

Zhou Yi glanced at his father and said with a smile: "When I say poor, I mean that the wine made using Purple Dragon Ball should be of higher quality, if it is only the grade of 'Imperial Violet', it is really a waste of Purple Dragon Pearl." Mr. Sean, do you know why I only gave 10 acres of seeds? First, because this kind of grape is too demanding on the soil, even if you use the best fertilizer, once you plant more than 10 acres, it will affect the growth of other grapes, and secondly, because it is expensive, not only can this kind of grape not be retained, but the cost price alone will cost 180,000 RMB per mu, which is equivalent to French francs, and it will cost 1450,000 yuan."

"It's so expensive, and it can't be planted on a large scale?"

Old Sean shook his head again and again, it was a pity.

"Such good grapes naturally produce the best red wines, just like the 45-year-old Mouton that is the signature product of Château Mouton. Zhou Yi smiled and said, "It's a pity that you still haven't played the greatest effect of the Purple Dragon Ball." That's why I'm disappointed. ”

"Zhou, I said that Mr. Sean lacks really first-class equipment and top winemakers, even with your help, today's Mary Winery lacks enough 'wine culture', to put it bluntly, it is a lack of precipitation"

A voice suddenly came from behind, mixed with soft applause, this is a very good talker, only talking about Mary Manor. But it's not called 'Idler's Manor', obviously taking into account Zhou Yi's feelings.

"Hehe, this gentleman, we seem to know each other very well. When the other party approached, Zhou Yi had already felt it, and had already observed him with his spiritual power, Gog Castelle, the declining aristocrat of France. The so-called decline does not mean that he is about to go bankrupt. On the contrary, he was wealthy and the owner of Château Mouton, but his family had become more and more difficult to integrate into the true aristocratic circle of Europe as the times changed.

Although France is one of the most radical European countries of the modern bourgeois revolution. But some real old aristocrats, such as the Louis family and the Charles de Gaulle family, are still regarded as real nobles by the royal states of England, Belgium, Switzerland and Sweden, and his family is the object of ridicule. At aristocratic banquets, there are often nobles who drink top-quality Mouton while smiling and saying. Lo and behold, who is that, the gatekeeper of the castle. The surname Castel is interpreted in Old French as the one who lives inside the castle, and those bastard nobles are too vicious.

During the French Wine and Food Competition, Zhou Yi once met this legendary figure in the French wine industry, and it was also that competition that made Gog Castel remember a young man named Huaxia Zhou.

"I'm Gog Castel, you know, the name has always been associated with Château Mouton. ”

Despite his decline, Gog Castel retains his aristocratic demeanor, with a kind and humorous tone, even if his ancestors were knighted for making the best wines, not for their exploits.

"Oh, is it Mr. Castell?"

"No, no, no, Zhou, you can hand me Gaoge, we're already friends, aren't we?"

Gog Castel wore a well-cut formal suit, a round courtesy, and a gold-chained tortoiseshell eye on the bridge of his nose, looking polite and polite, which made people feel good, but old Sean and David pouted. The aristocratic lord of Bordeaux had been here several times, and he had never behaved so politely in front of them, what a hypocrisy.

"Zhou, I heard the name of the Purple Dragon Ball just now, and I also heard your words, what a coincidence, Joseph has the same opinion as you. ”

"Mr. Zhou, I'm Joseph. Joseph, who was following behind Castel, glanced at David and Old Sean with some arrogance, but bowed down and smiled politely at Zhou Maotong and Zhou Yi, it seems that Mouton's intelligence work is doing a good job, not only knowing the identity of the old man, but also knowing that Zhou Yi is the behind-the-scenes power that really saved the idler's manor and made it successfully upgraded to a second-class winery.

"Oh, it looks like it's going to be a busy day, huh?"

Zhou Maotong didn't drink anymore, put down the wine glass, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, the old man has a lot of hobbies in his life, he loves to eat and drink, especially compliments, Joseph's respect makes him very useful.

"I beg your pardon, Château Mouton once got a few 'Purple Dragon Balls' at a high price"

"What! Which bastard gave it to you, Davy is it? Probably not, who is it? If you let me know, you'll get him out of here!" Old Sean never had a good face for Mouton, just like the poor middle peasants during the Revolutionary War in the country treated the landlords. Hearing Joseph's words, old Sean was furious.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Sean, you are also the manager of a second-class winery now, you should have enough self-cultivation, right?"

Gog Castel chuckled softly: "It doesn't matter who we got the Purple Dragon Ball from, the important thing is that Joseph has the same opinion about the 'Violet of the Empire' as Zhou. Mr. Joseph thinks that the Purple Dragon Ball can make a higher level of red wine, and now it is really ruined, but fortunately, as far as I know, the Purple Dragon Ball in the Idler's Manor has not been used up, otherwise it would be a pity"

"Gog, don't you think, the rest of the Purple Dragon Balls belong to the Idler's Manor, you can't get any of them, go back to your winery, don't let me drive people out!" Old Sean's face became even more ugly, and he roared almost immediately, and David also looked at Castel and Joseph with hostility, with fire in his eyes, in addition to being a winemaker, he was also an ancestral blacksmith.

"Mr. Gog, you want the Purple Dragon Ball?"

Zhou Yi smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand, carefully looking at the aristocratic lord of Bordeaux. Even if he is a hands-off shopkeeper and has never really managed a winery, he knows that coveting other people's grapes is the biggest taboo in the French wine industry, and a proud 'aristocrat' like Gog Castel will not know what makes him lose face?

Zhou Yi is very curious, if this matter spreads, it will make Mouton Winery discredited, and those top customers of Mouton Winery will even give up this brand because of this, will Castel not know?

"Zhou, I know it's rude, but I hope you can help me and help Château Mouton once, and of course, I will give you the richest reward"

Gog Castel smiled wryly.

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