"Of course, you need a secret recipe, do you think Samueladam\'Sutopias will taste like this? It is not for nothing that other beers have reached the alcohol content of Samueladam\'Sutopias, why does it stand out from the crowd of high-altitude beers? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Maupassant looked at Zeng Gong's appearance and explained with some amusement.

"You can find Claude for this. Maupassant suddenly added mysteriously.

"Does he still brew beer?" Zeng Gong asked suspiciously, although there is always something in common in brewing, but the difference between the two is big, and Claude suddenly gave Zeng Gong a feeling of not doing his job.

"Hehe, in fact, Claude went to make wine is not a proper business, do you know, his ancestors are said to have traveled to Egypt, The Ottoman Empire, and the ancestors followed Napoleon's expeditionary force to Mesopotamia, and collected a lot of secret recipes for beer brewing in the name of archaeology, so his family will have brewmasters for generations, but in Claude's generation, he became interested in wine, and lost the family industry to his younger brother, and he devoted himself to the vigorous winemaking business with full enthusiasm, but he is also a beer brewer, so you are right to find him. Maupassant explained.

Zeng Gong didn't expect that this Claude was also a master brewer, and this buy one, get one free deal really looked like a good deal.

"Thank you, Maupassant, I don't know when I would have harvested a master brewer if it weren't for you, and to be honest I already have barley grown on my pasture for brewing beer, and I was worried that I wouldn't find a good master. Zeng Gong said excitedly.

"Hehe, tomorrow's dice roll is my weakness, and I'll be satisfied if you can help Miss Taylor. Maupassant said with a smile, but there were storms in his heart, how he did it, it was simply a mystery, just like the country he came from mysteriously.

"Just say hello if you can't resist me. Zeng Gong said indifferently.

It is not easy for him to change the points of the dice, his national art has been practiced to an extremely high level, and changing the points of the dice with a wisp of energy is as simple as drinking cold water.

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"Maupassant, you stopped talking on the phone, what happened to the ranch?" Zeng Gong returned to his room and called Sanders as soon as possible.

"It's okay with the ranch, as for what's going on, it's best to see for yourself when you come back, you know the damn federal intelligence has been listening to the phone and has no privacy at all, anyway, you'll know what's going on when you come back." Sanders complained to the federal government and did not give Mr. Zeng specific information.

Since '911', the U.S. government has begun to monitor all telephone calls nationwide on the grounds of protecting national security, so as to better grasp the whereabouts of terrorists.

"Okay. Zeng Gong nodded, and did not force it, he also knew that the US government was listening to people's phone calls. Sanders is very steady, if there is really an emergency, he will tell Zeng Gong.

Nothing happened, Zeng Gong walked out of the hotel again, refused those call girls, and walked alone on the streets of Atlantic City, not staying in the hotel because of the previous unpleasantness, the sunset dyed most of the sky, the whole Atlantic City began the most lively time of the day, the white-collar workers who got off work quickly dressed up, and couldn't wait to rush into various bars and discotheques, hoping to get a one-night stand there, spend a long night, hope to harvest love there, spend a long life.

Zeng Gongzhi didn't go to a bar or discotheque, originally wanted to find a clean restaurant to solve his stomach problems, but he didn't expect to go to a flower market, tulips, roses, forget-me-nots, hyacinths were suddenly mixed together, special fragrances mixed together, closed eyes, made people feel like they had returned to Qinglian Ranch.

Different from the domestic pattern of a flower pot and a flower and bonsai modeling, in Europe and the United States is more popular is a combination of potted plants, often several flowers are planted in the same flower pot, a variety of colors, a variety of flowers, competing for beauty, people harvest a different kind of beauty.

"How can there be a spiritual root?" Zeng Gong walked into the flower market, his heart couldn't help but throb, and he suddenly understood that this flower market had a spiritual root.

As far as the eye can see, the small flower market is a sea of flowers, large and small flower shops, all of their most proud potted plants are placed in front of the store, attracting tourists, hoping to be attracted by the beauty of potted plants to their own flower shop, often a business will be done unconsciously.

Wandering in the sea of flowers, no one came to solicit customers, everyone sat on chairs in front of the door, chatting and fartizing, drinking hot coffee, enjoying the salty coolness brought by the sea, this attitude of enjoying life was too pleasant, and Zeng Gongdu was envious for a while.

"Sir, is there anything you can help with?" asked a large man with a big man's urn in a loud voice.

Zeng Gong was about to come to the end of the flower market, and suddenly stopped at the edge of an inconspicuous flower shop, this is it, Zeng Gong knew that his destination was here, but the tattooed man in front of the door was really prohibitive, coupled with his hideous face, he was full of disgust.

"I looked around to see if there was a bonsai I liked. Zeng Gong rejected Dahan's desire to introduce himself to the flower shop, and he turned around in the flower shop.

Although the space of the flower shop is limited, the owner has the ingenuity to put the flower shelves from the soles of his feet all the way to the roof, and even some flowers are adjusted to the roof.

"Phalaenopsis, marigolds?" Zeng Gong suddenly found that the ones in this small flower shop were not all combined potted plants, but also single varieties, which revealed strong East Asian characteristics.

"Boss, why do you still have Chinese flowers here, do you like them in Europe and the United States now?" Zeng Gong asked curiously, not expecting to see the taste of the motherland in a foreign country.

"Hehe, they are not sold to Europeans and Americans, but Chinese, and there are always some Chinese who like to play with flowers and plants when they have nothing to do. The boss smiled and explained, "It's not just these flowers, we also have bonsai." (To be continued.) )