The pearl-like barley grains amazed Schroeder, who had seen such good barley grains for more than ten years since he and his brother inherited the family business, and he dared to swear by the reputation of the best brewer in his family's history, it was definitely a gift from God, it was the spirit of winemaking, and through his own technology he would definitely make the best beer. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mr. Zeng, this is the best barley I've ever seen, and the beer brewed will definitely conquer anyone who loves alcohol. Schroeder's cheeks turned a little abnormally red with excitement.

"Huh. Zeng Gong smiled, calmly took out a handful of wheat grains and spread them in front of Schroeder and said, "Then what do you think of these wheat grains?"

"Wheat?" Schroeder immediately shifted his target, staring at the crimson golden wheat grains in Zeng Gong's hand with glowing eyes, as if he had seen a peerless beauty.

"Oh God, Schroeder, you have this expression again, aren't you afraid that Catherine will be jealous?" Diana couldn't help but have a headache when she saw Schroeder's expression.

She has always played the role of a peacemaker between her brother-in-law and her concubine, not that Schroeder often goes out to mess with flowers, but mainly because Schroeder is too obsessed with winemaking, often ignoring his wife's feelings, Catherine is often jealous, and she can only be caught in the middle to persuade.

"Hehe, isn't Diana still in Leipzig?" Schroeder was a little embarrassed, but his eyes never took off Zeng Gong's hand.

"Mr. Zeng, is the wheat you have in your hands a new variety?"

"New variety?" Zeng Gong said mysteriously: "This is what I brought from China, and I got it through some special channels, and my name is Jingu Cuihua." ”

"What a nice name, is it also used to brew beer?" asked Schroeder, a little intoxicated.

"Hehe, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, they can only be used as seeds now, and they can only be used on a small scale next year. Zeng Gong said with a smile, deliberately hanging Schroeder's appetite.

"Okay. Schroeder replied weakly.

Wheat beer and barley beer have their own merits, and it's a huge shame for you to let a good wine obsessively miss out on brewing a beer.

"Mr. Schroeder, you can basically squander this wheat by now next year, time flies quickly, patience will pass, and the winery has not yet been established, and the winery has to be built by yourself, and I will be waving the money in the back as your strong supporter. Zeng Gong said lightly.

"What, what are you talking about, Mr. Zeng, do you mean that the distillery has not yet been built?" Schroeder looked at Zeng Gong with wide eyes, and suddenly felt like he was being fooled.

Not only Schroeder, but Claude and Diana also looked at Zeng Gong with wide eyes, unreliable.

"Of course, all the people in Qinglian Ranch are laymen from top to bottom, what do you want me to do, isn't it a very meaningful thing for a winery to be born from scratch from your hands, Schroeder, what do you think, and how about I authorize you to name the name of the winery?" Zeng Gong spread his hands and said a little scoundrelly.

"Mr. Zeng, are you saying that I can name the winery?" Schroeder suddenly thought of something, and his face became a little flushed.

"Of course, the same distillery will have 10 percent of your dividend shares, but you'd better not sell them in the future, otherwise the shares will be automatically abolished. Zeng Gong nodded, the name was just a code name, he didn't think it was so important, what he valued was Schroeder.

"Shares?" It wasn't just Schroeder who looked at Zeng Gong in shock, but Claude too, when they came to Qinglian Ranch, they had already made up their minds to return to Leipzig after a few years in the United States.

"Claude, you have a stake in the same as Claude, but in the winery. Zeng Gong said with a smile, he knew that the two people were people who followed tradition, and he had to promise heavy profits to keep the two people.

"Mr. Zeng, aren't your conditions too favorable, so that we don't want to leave Qinglian Ranch. Claude said with a wry smile.

"It's best if you don't want to leave, you can use the name of your family brewery before, after all, it was acquired by me, and it is a continuation in the United States. Zeng Gong spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

Thousands of dollars buy horse bones, and those who are confidants die.

Although it was not that serious, Zeng Gong's approach did move two people.

"By the way, it's not early, let's have lunch first. Zeng Gong looked at the time and interrupted the two brothers' feelings, and took them to his villa.

Pan-fried lamb chops, tender veal steak, vegetable and fruit salad, roast pork with sauerkraut, spotted trout fillet, chicory and walnut salad and more.

Because the Claude brothers are from Germany, Zeng Gong specially found the owner of the only restaurant in Livingston in advance to make a table with a German flavor.

"Mr. Zeng, you are so rich, are we a bit wasteful. Claude was a little moved to see the food in his hometown, but his uninteresting personality made him raise his grievances.

"Waste, how can it be wasted, I eat most of these things. Zeng Gong was slightly surprised, he knew that the eating habits of Europeans and Americans were different from those of Chinese.

"You eat? It's food for fourteen people. Claude looked at Zeng Gong as if he had seen a ghost.

Zeng Gong nodded as a matter of course, he felt that his food was not exaggerated, Comrade Lian Po could still eat ten catties of rice and meat, not to mention Sun Lutang, who was a foodie who ate a cow every day, otherwise how could he become a guest of the warlord Xu Shichang? The main thing is that he eats too much.

"It can't be helped, people who practice Chinese kung fu generally eat amazingly. Zeng Gong shook his head, expressing a helpless look, if it weren't for his good appetite, how could he have crossed the ocean and thought of coming to the United States to make a living.

"God, it's incredible. Claude still didn't dare to accept this fact, he had seen some big stomach kings perform, and they only showed their amazing side during the game, and they were not much different from ordinary people in normal times.

"It's a little bit incredible, but you have to accept the reality. Zeng Gong said reservedly.

"Alright, Mr. Zeng. Claude said with some dismay. "Shall we go to the vineyard after dinner?"

"Okay. Zeng Gong really couldn't figure out why Claude had such a high interest, could it be a workaholic?