In other words, he only uses the best to hit the rival next to him in disguise.

After all, 89-year-old Romani Conti is very rare, after all, the age is there, even if there were a lot of years, after drinking these decades, there will not be much left.

It's like Lafite in '82, just as little.

What I have in my hand is basically a collection, and there is almost no outpouring of it.

The 89-year-old bottle of Romanée Conti in his hand also wanted to be collected, but it was an honor to open it to the little master to drink.

Master Luo was confused when he heard it, it turned out that Romani Conti was even better than Rafi?

She thought that the '82 Lafite was the best, but...

"As a young and handsome president, I don't even have a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite, which is too unqualified."

Everyone has those presidents.

Yi Hao, who was originally full of confidence, choked deeply, what does it mean that as a young and handsome president, he doesn't have a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite?

In the past 82 years, Lafite has become a symbol of president?

Yi Haoshen was very speechless in his heart, and was silent for a while before he spoke: "Mr. Jin may not have it. ”

Master Luo didn't believe it, her brother Yan was omnipotent.

Hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to someone.

'Ding! Xiaocai Meow has a letter~'

Amber, who was driving, listened to the familiar ringtone and looked straight ahead without changing her face.

Listening to it like this every day, no matter how big the shock is, I am used to it.

Jin Yanzhi looked at the words on the screen, and tapped the hand resting on his lap.

Xiaocai Meow: Brother Yan, do you have 82-year-old Lafite?

Is this a meme? The brain quickly recalled all the guides, but did not find the slightest clue, and replied.

Jin Yanzhi: No.

Master Luo stared at the two words sent, his expression was dark, Brother Yan really didn't have it?

"Mr. Jin is not either." Yi Hao knew it when he saw the expression of the little master, and asked with satisfaction.

He said that the 82 years of Lafite were not that important.

Master Luo puffed up his face and was about to speak, when another one appeared on the screen.

My thief has a rich inkstone: Do you like it? Then I'll buy it right away, I know who has it.

Master Luo's eyes instantly curved, and he smiled back at Yi Haoshen.

"Brother Yan, he's not the president, he's the chairman, it's not normal, not to mention that Brother Yan just said that he was going to buy it."

Yi Hao was stunned, he didn't listen to the words at all, stared at the smiling person, and his voice was faint: "Little master, you are so double standard, is it really good?" ”

He is also the chairman, although the person below is called the president, he doesn't believe that no one is called the employee on Jin Yanzhi's side.

This difference is really, a comparison that pierces the heart once.

It's sad.

Looking at Yanagisawa, he gritted his teeth and said, "We also buy a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite." ”

Yanagisawa: "..."

The 82-year-old Lafite is about to be ruined by you, and he rolled his eyes silently.

Jingmo remained silent the whole time, not because he didn't want to say anything, but because he really didn't know where to start with this topic.

Because he understands the stalk of the president in the mouth of the little master in 82 years, he once filmed an idol drama.

At that time, the screenwriter said that this is the most smooth, high-grade, and in line with the identity.

Sigh.

In the past 82 years, Lafite seems to have been cut unpassable.

Master Luo didn't understand these twists and turns, and replied to her brother Yan's news.

One word.

Fortune against the heavens and the beauty of the teacher: Buy!

There was a quick reply.

Jin Yanzhi: As long as you say it, buy it.

The sense of déjà vu of wealth broke through the screen.