"Bet on what?" Zeng Gong was stunned for a while, not knowing what Claude was going to bet with himself.

"Since Mr. Zeng is very confident in his ranch, then I will personally go to the field to investigate, if it is really like what you said, the geography, hydrology, climate, and soil are all top-notch, I will work for you for free for three years, but if you can't meet expectations, you have to buy me a vineyard in California, and let me manage it all?"

Zeng Gong was a little puzzled when he heard this, what does this Claude mean, he will not suffer no matter what, as he said, Qinglian Ranch is not suitable for producing top red wine, even if he buys a vineyard in California, this is very in line with his original intention, anyway, it needs to be operated by professionals, although this temper is a little weird, judging by Maupassant's attitude, he should be an expert-level figure.

"Mr. Claude, this bet will be good for me anyway. Zeng Gong took a deep breath, looked at Maupassant beside him and asked the question in his heart.

"Huh. Claude said with a wry smile: "Mr. Zeng, you can accept it, I just want to run a top winery perfectly." ”

Zeng Gong couldn't help but move in his heart, isn't this in line with his own ideas, it is too difficult to build a top winery, Zeng Gong spared no effort to find professionals in order to shorten the gap between himself and those world-class top wineries, as for the kind of things that are completely accumulated by time, a short time is not something he considers.

"You may not believe it, but five years ago I was the deputy general manager of Château Romanée Conti, because of some business disagreements that offended the manager at the time, I quit my job in a fit of anger and have been looking for opportunities in vineyards around the world, because I vowed to build a world-class winery with my own skills and prove that I was right, but unfortunately I have not yet found a geographical environment that can compete with Domaine Romanée-Conti. Claude knew that Zeng Gong would not believe him, and patiently told Zeng Gong of his ideals.

Hearing Claude say this, Zeng Gong really didn't know what to say, and there was only one thought in his heart, that is, to promise him, if he had worked in Romanée Conti Winery as he said, and had real talent and learning, it would seem to be a win-win situation no matter what, if it was a Youheng guy, then I'm sorry, go back from where.

"Mr. Claude, you can visit my ranch, but you will have to wait until after this gambling king conference, because I can't leave when I am invited to be a judge. Zeng Gong nodded, and by the way, he introduced his current situation.

"No problem, I'm helping Mileage Winery taste new wines now, I won't be leaving for the United States so soon, you can call me after the King of Gamblers conference." Claude casually mentioned Mileage Winery, which was intentionally or unintentionally showing Zeng Gong his ability.

Located in Ontario, Canada, Mileage Winery is one of the representatives of ice wine in the New World wine, because of its unique climate and soil conditions, it has become the cradle of the birth of top ice wine, making Mileage Winery famous, even in the old world of wine, it also occupies a certain position, only Germany's Blue Ice King, France's C.E.E Ice Wine, and Masson Hill Pyramid Winery are few comparable to it.

"Hehe, Mr. Claude, I believe that the climate of Montana is also very suitable for making icewine. Zeng Gong confidently said that he does not think that his wine is inferior to others, and once it is produced, it will definitely sweep the world and become the new favorite of the world's wine lovers.

"Yes, Mr. Zeng, I really can't wait when you say that. Claude half-jokingly said that he didn't believe Zeng's words, and that he wanted to get a piece of vineyard that he could use to realize his idea, and that he was more optimistic about California vineyards in the new world of wine.

"Thank you, Monsieur Maupassant, for this is your call. Zeng Gong knew that Claude was just a general friend, and it was normal to distrust, so the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, booked a time to meet, returned the phone to Maupassant, and expressed his gratitude.

"How? Claude agreed?" asked Maupassant with concern.

He knew that Claude had been unhappy since he left Château Romanée-Conti, and although wineries all over the world had invited him, none of them had so far been his favorite, and he had rejected them because they did not fit the top wineries in his mind, and now he traveled around the world to taste wines, just to choose the top wineries as his future work site.

"Mr. Claude doesn't seem to believe my word and wants to be able to take a look at the site before making a decision. Zeng Gong said with a little helplessness, but this is also a matter of no choice, who let Qinglian Ranch not be in the red wine region of the United States, if it was California or Oregon, such a thing would not occur.

"Haha, that's how Claude is, I guess he'll fall in love with that place when he sees your ranch. Maupassant smiled and comforted, even if he couldn't believe the miracles of Qinglian Ranch that Zeng Gong had told about, comforting Zeng Gong was just polite.

"He's going to love that place for sure. Zeng Gong said firmly, no matter what others think, Zeng Gong is full of confidence in Qinglian Ranch.

Maupassant was noncommittal, he found that the number of people in the room had decreased a lot, except for a few old guys who automatically got the judges' quota to sit and chat together, the other gambling kings were fighting each other, and they had entered the white-hot stage, and the strength and means were not much different, so they could only fight luck and character.

"Mr. Zeng, why don't you go down and play a couple of games?" Maupassant said lightly, pointing to the tense situation in the room.

"Well, I don't like gambling, but Mr. Sheldon has invited me many times, and the price he paid was tempting enough, that I was here, otherwise I might have learned how to herd in the ranch with the old cowboys, and herding is much more interesting than gambling. Zeng Gong shook his head, the gambling kings present had no intention of inviting Zeng Gong to participate at the moment, and he was happy.

"Grazing?" Maupassant looked at Zeng Gong a little incredulously, now there are fewer and fewer young people who like to farm and graze, even if most of the people working in the vineyard are middle-aged, there are relatively few young people, he didn't expect Zeng Gong to be an outlier.

"That's right, Qinglian Ranch is very good. Zeng Gong said proudly. (To be continued.) )