Westerners value contracts.

Therefore, Andrew will never be like Zhang Chutian, who just signed a verbal contract and did things.

No matter how prodigal and lazy he was, he lacked professionalism in his career, but as soon as he had a verbal agreement with Zhou Yi, he began to go through the procedures for going to China.

Thinking of those delicious foods, he was once again "**hard-tolerable".

……

When the sun was setting in France, a plane tree swayed in the setting sun above the bench, leaving a shadow.

At this time, a luxury car drove by the road next to the bench and finally stopped in front of a small building.

A middle-aged man got out of the car.

It's not entirely accurate to say that he is middle-aged, with a plaid pink shirt, long legs, and a coquettish figure-of-eight; A red rose on her chest, in the warm sun, is so dazzling.

He walked into the porch, walked to Ham's office door, and pushed it open.

Ham was startled by the sound of the door opening without warning, and his anger flashed in his heart, and when he raised his head, he saw the person in front of him, and immediately said helplessly: "Johansen, perhaps, when you come into my office, you should think about knocking on the door." ”

"Of course. Pay attention next time. Johansen didn't take the other party's words to heart, and responded casually. I don't know how many times I have had such conversations.

"Dear Ham, I think you should need some relaxation. What do you get out of working so hard? You should learn to enjoy life! For example, red wine, such as beauty. 'Golden Orchid' has a pair of beautiful twins, don't you want to taste it? ”

Ham didn't stop the pen in his hand, and said helplessly: "Johansen, you know, I don't have the noble status and huge wealth given to you by your parents, I need to work my own!" I don't want to be a scumbag! When talking about the scum, for some reason, Andrew, who had good enough conditions but never knew how to work hard, flashed in front of his eyes, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

You started saying this ten years ago -- are you going to be like those bees, busy until you die of old age? Then, leave your wealth to the next generation to squander? ”

"Of course, no! I have a friend like you, and I'm not used to it. I don't want my descendants to be like you. If that's the case, I might as well straight into the condom......" Ham said, stopping his pen and looking at Johansen.

"You're obviously a romantic Frenchman, but I think, perhaps, you have the soul of a German black in your head. Oh - rigid, hard-working, precise, never stop like a running machine...... I couldn't figure out how Johansen, who was so romantic and passionate, could have such a rigid 'Dehei' friend......" Johansen fumbled idly with the only ornament on his desk - the unmarked bottle of red wine.

"By the way, didn't you say you wanted to start your own company? Why hasn't there been any movement? As he spoke, he slowly inserted the corkscrew into the cork and pulled the cork out.

"Be quiet! I'm already preparing. Ham's voice suddenly lowered, as if he was saying something unseemly, "If the old guy who knows how to play with women all day knows to know, my good days will be over." ”

Johansen pouted, "You have to know sooner or later......" He poured the red wine into the decanter, slowly spinning it, boredly watching the tears flow.

At this time, a fragrant fragrance like the smell of unripe fruit hanging from the branches overflowed from the decanter.

"I seem to smell a woman?" Johansen suddenly said strangely, "It's like the smell of violets, although they are violets that have not yet fully unfolded, but the subtle fragrance is only found by a devilish woman who is reserved and noble on the outside but full of desire in her heart!" ”

"This must be a superb beauty!" Johansen reveled in every scent in the air, "Trust me, my nose has never gone wrong. ”

He poked his nose forward, sniffed, and probed again, like a dog looking for his way.

"Bang!" With a soft thud, his forehead hit the glass wall of the decanter.

"Oh my God, does this aroma come from the wine?" Johansen couldn't help but wonder, "Did I smell it wrong?" ”

He poured out the wine, his nose almost into the glass, and the long inhalation, the strange fragrance, distorted before his eyes, almost into a woman draped in tulle, and her carcass loomed against the background of the tulle—she had a devilish figure, a pair of huge murder weapons, an angelic countenance, and a body fragrance that intoxicated the deepest desires of the human heart......

Johansen grabbed a handful in front of him. He wanted to tear off the veil on the beauty and wreak havoc to his heart's content.

"Ham, how are you, my beauty??" Johansen looked at Ham's face that he was holding in the palm of his hand, couldn't help frowning, and said eagerly.

"John, it's getting more and more wrong. Where are the women here? Ham wondered, and suddenly thought of something, and his face became serious, "Are you sucking those things?" ”

Johansen ignored him, all his attention was drawn to the glass of red wine in front of him, more showy and deep than the rose on his chest.

"Shhh Marilyn Monroe's ** can't match one of her silver hairs......"

As a true wine lover, Johansen drank almost every famous wine in the world. His sensitivity and understanding of red wine is many times more than Andrew's fool who only knows women.

Andrew can drink different red wines in one sip, and in his eyes, it is a earth-shaking change, almost subverting his perception of red wine!

"Ham, where is this wine, and why isn't there a label? Is this a new flavor from Château Clotia? Johansen wondered, "No. Even as the only Premier Cru in France, Clottia does not have such quality. ”

"It's a miracle of red wine! No, perhaps she can't call it a wine anymore, a liquid full of magic, completely beyond the characteristics of any red wine......" exclaimed Johansen with exaggerated dancing hands, like a fanatic believer who had seen the true God; Like a scientist, he discovered the truth!

"John, I think maybe you should go to a psychiatrist." Ham snatched the wine from Johansen's hand, "I wouldn't advise you to put this unknown liquid in your stomach - even if it has the same aroma as red wine!" As he spoke, Ham poured the wine from his glass on the trash can and poured it down.

"No—!" Johansen was shocked, and his hands took Ham's hand, his mouth already taking the liquid that had begun to fall.

A rosy flower, just like that, bloomed on his face, bloomed and exploded at the same time, and there was a rich, unprecedentedly rich aroma, and a thick, plump, soft, silky liquid that danced between his lips and on his tongue...... The richness and precision of the French language can no longer describe the beauty of this feeling—something more beautiful and enjoyable than making love......

The rich fragrance burst out in the enclosed space, out of control, like a line of ecstasy, so that Ham's movements, who were determined to pour the "unknown liquid" in his hand into the trash can, stopped, and made Johansen snatch the red wine from his hand.

"This aroma ...... There seem to be several more variations and layers of aroma than the average wine," Ham felt the aroma of wine in the air with his usual professional sensitivity, "in addition to the simple fruity aroma, there seemed to be some resin and mint notes and slightly sweet honey notes, and some mysterious smells that reminded me of the grass, the trees, and the natural wind blowing through a large expanse of turquoise grape leaves......

He tried his best to distinguish the smell of the air, his eyes fell on the wine on the table, and involuntarily, he also took out a glass and poured it with a small half glass of red wine.

The red wine was poured down the wall of the glass and slid into his mouth.

"God, what did I drink? It's so smooth, so mellow, so full of layers and explosive flavors, sweet and warm smells, it almost reminds me of the butter bread my mother made when I was a child. ”

"Compared to the majesty of Clotia, she is much more feminine, like the image of the Virgin in the church, with a divine light, which shines almost the darkest part of my heart! She is a true queen compared to Lafite, the queen of the red wine - no, the 'king' of Claudia is not worthy of her - she should be the Virgin, the goddess, the purest angel by God......"

All the thoughts, one by one, flashed through Ham's mind. At this moment, time has stood still, and what has changed is only the aroma of wine.

Of course, all this praise, the beauty of this wine, which is more than a work of art, can only be seen in the eyes of a true taster, in the eyes of a true person who understands red wine.

Ordinary people, after drinking, can only feel a kind of beauty, a feeling of beauty, a memory of beauty, that's all; It's impossible for you to ask them to tell how good the wine is.

It's like Beethoven playing the piano to an ordinary person, the other party only knows that Beethoven has a good momentum and skill, but he can't feel the difficulty and difficulty at all, and he may not even feel the story and mood in the music.

"This must be God's wine!" Johnson lamented.

Ham looked at the dark green bottle in front of him, and the words of Andrew's fellow in the morning rang in his ears: Sir, maybe you should try that bottle of red wine......

The man's face, for some reason, became lovely and softened by the aroma of the red wine.

He ignored Johnson's emotion, picked up the phone, and dialed out.

The voice, at the moment when the phone was connected, was deep and calm, and it was very good to suppress the throbbing in his heart and the slight tremor in his body that had not yet recovered, "Hello, Mr. Andrew, I'm Ham!" ”

"Oh, Mr. Ham, it's wonderful to hear you!" A scattered voice came from the microphone, and the woman's gasps could be faintly heard, making Ham frown.

"Let me guess, have you already drunk that bottle of red wine? I thought you'd throw it away as garbage - what a surprise to me! Andrew said jokingly.

For the first time, he could speak in front of Ham in such a relaxed tone that he almost forgot about the woman next to him.

"Yes, Andrew, I've already tasted that bottle......"

"If you have time, maybe we should find a good café and have a good conversation." Ham said.

"Of course! Soon, though, I'll be on my way to China. You may not know that the bottle of wine is from the mysterious East, from that ancient country. ”

"Huaxia-?" Ham was surprised, "While I have a lot of respect for the ancient culture and history of that country, I am still skeptical of their wines......

He thought for a moment, thought about it, and said cautiously: "I have a presumptuous proposal, Andrew, and I thought that maybe I could go with you to that ancient country and meet the friends who make such wonderful wines......"

"If you insist, I have no problem. Zhou is very hospitable......" Andrew thought about it, as if there was nothing wrong with it, and agreed to it.