Cosma Empire

? "liquor……?"

When Carter opened the box, the first thing he saw were two thick books and two bottles of wine. It can be seen that these two bottles of wine will not be cheap, the gold-stamped label can already give people a very luxurious feeling, and the bottle cap that looks like gold makes the value of this bottle soar rise. Even the bottle is so luxurious, the wine inside must have a special taste.

Yes, special taste.

Since Dooling obtained the patent for the distillation method and authorized it, many alcoholics, especially those with money, began to complain. They believed that Dulin had ruined an industry, so the wine produced by any distillation method may not be bad, the color and taste of the wine have begun to change after various spices are added. The bartending industry, which was not very prosperous in the past, has also ushered in a huge development. If a bar does not have one or two bartenders with advanced qualification certificates and their own unique recipes, it is not a bar at all.

That kind of multi-colored cocktail is very popular among girls, with its sweet taste and aroma of fruits and vegetables, some people even shouted the slogan that cocktails are not alcohol.

But for those rich alcoholics, the wine they are drinking now is a little disappointing. The alcohol content of the blended wine is definitely sufficient, and the color is very clear, but it is not good. Because dragon's blood wood is not used as an auxiliary material for purification and fermentation, these alcoholics think that the current wine lacks a kind of... soul.

Yes, wine that lacks soul can never find the happiness of being drunk in the past. Drinking too much wine now is not only uncomfortable, but also a headache, which is far inferior to the wine with dragon blood wood. This made many rich people with alcohol addiction start their own brewing career. They built a small wine cellar and hired some wine-making masters to brew dozens of barrels for their own use every year. But for those alcoholics who don't have much money, they think that Doolin has done a good thing, because they can easily get drunk now without spending much money.

As for the hangover headache?

That wasn't much of a problem at all compared to drunken pleasure.

The guard took a look at the two bottles of wine and estimated the price. At least each bottle was more than forty or fifty yuan. If he could afford a drink of this price, the gentleman in front of him must also be a wealthy miner. host. In particular, there is a wine glass with a gold rim inlaid on the side, which looks like a work of art.

People always have a lot of strange states. For example, the mine owners who entered in front of Carter may not all be poor mine owners. There are also many very rich but low-key mine owners. For these people, the guard clearly knows that they are rich and have a lot of status, but if it's just this, it can't make him feel more awe. Because they have not seen the "facts" with their own eyes, it is difficult for them to have such emotions that make themselves inferior to others.

But when he saw that Carter's suitcase contained at least one or two hundred dollars,

The intuitive visual impact made him feel the gap between them personally, so he showed more humility than most of the previous mine owners. He looked at the two books, and only saw the cover. There were bookcases and cable ties tightly binding the books, and he couldn't open them. One is "Social Economics" and the other is "World History", both of which are highly learned books. These books seem to be old and look like antiques.

He checked the other places and found no dangerous goods. He smiled humbly and took the initiative to squeeze the suitcase tightly, picked it up with both hands and returned it to Carter, "I have already checked, thank you for your cooperation, You can go in. There is a number on your invitation card, and you can find the corresponding seat according to the number. If you don’t know how to find it, some staff inside will guide you.”

There seemed to be a trace of impatience on Carter's face. He took the suitcase and nodded and walked directly into the venue. This made the little guard heave a sigh of relief, such a powerful momentum, the big man is really amazing.

When Carter walked into the venue, there were about 200 people already seated in the venue, and some of them didn't come. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, and there were still seventeen minutes before the official start of the conference. Under the guidance of the staff, he found his place. There is still some gap between the photo and the actual sitting here. I don’t know if it’s the photo or some other reason. He feels that the podium is leaning to the right, which happens to cover half of Memnon’s body.

He looked at the conference guests on the left and right, the aisle was on his right, and there was no one on the chair next to him on the left, and it might take a while to come. This made Carter somewhat relieved. He is a fake. What a fake mine owner fears most here is not that he cannot leave after being assassinated, but that someone will insist on chatting with him or something. Once he opened his mouth, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of others. Fortunately, this guy didn't come, and the guy in the first seat on the left didn't seem to have the desire to chat with him across the distance of one seat.

Carter just sat quietly on the chair, waiting for the start of the meeting. In fact, he didn't know that the guy on his left had a car accident half an hour ago. It wasn't serious or even injured, but it was a very troublesome kind. That guy's driver accidentally bumped into a luxury car. For a mine owner, the money is small money. When he gave the other party 200 yuan and was about to leave, the other party stopped him and told him He doesn't have enough money.

Because the shell of the scratched car is pure gold..., God's horse is pure gold!

If...if it wasn't too late, he would definitely let that liar know what "pure gold" is!

Seeing Memnon walked onto the stage, the lights in the hall changed from very bright to dim and warm. A somewhat embarrassed guy with a briefcase in his hand said sorry while pressing his waist and ran into the venue.

Memnon glanced at him and then looked away. What he cared about was not those who came or were late, but those who didn't come. He wanted to see how many people planned to fight him. From this point of view, he was somewhat satisfied. More than 80% of the mine owners gathered here. As long as no one jumped out with a mortal determination to oppose his dominant opinion, then the transaction market would be considered a success!

"Mad, I ran into a crazy person on the road. He insisted that his broken car painted with gold was pure gold, which wasted a lot of time." This guy was talking to himself, and he seemed to be giving People around you explain why you are late. He looked at the guy on his left, who he had met once or twice, who had no friendship or conversation, and then looked at Carter on the right, who had never even met him. He stretched out his hand somewhat curiously, "You're quite new, I don't think I've seen you before."

Carter glanced at the guy's extended hand, hesitated for a while and held it together, "I just invested in some mines in the west, and we really haven't met."

"Really? It's really not a good time to invest in the west at this time, you know...", the guy shut his mouth while talking, because he found Memnon looking at him. He quickly nodded and apologized, then closed his mouth. When Memnon looked away, he muttered in a low voice, "Do you know why I said that now is not a good time to invest? Because the Western Mining Association is gone, so I don't know about that." How is the idiot going to torment us this time!"

Carter smiled and didn't speak, but this guy seemed to be a chatterbox and couldn't stop for a moment, "My name is Raul, Le Boluo, do you know? It's...the one, Raul. What about you? What?"

Carter kept his mouth shut, and the bastard next to him was chattering non-stop. He didn't want to answer any questions and pretended not to hear. It turned out that Raul didn't care if he answered him at all, as long as someone was around him.

"You're cold, it's not good. You know we don't make money easily, and it's good for us to make more friends. If we don't stick together, that idiot on stage will blackmail us. But if we We are closely united, and when he wants to attack us, he must consider whether it will bring bad consequences."

"Do you eat candy? This is the candy I brought back from my trip to the Federation last time. It's not sold in China. It's very delicious. Would you like one?"

"Is that your suitcase? Whoa, that looks nice, what brand is it?"

Raul Rory went on and on for several minutes without stopping. Memnon had already started talking about the possible harm to everyone's interests caused by the "chaotic" market. Carter had to remind Raul to pay attention to the theme of the conference.

Raul did shut up, but only to him, and he held out his hand to the guy to his left, "We saw last time, Raul, lol lol, that's the lol lol Er, nice to meet you."

"You know what? The guy on my right is so arrogant, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. We are all survival people in the West. We should stick together with each other."

"Why don't you speak? Are you shocked by my thoughts? I was shocked when I had such thoughts. I originally planned to run for the executive committee, but it's a pity that the West Mine will be finished earlier, otherwise maybe I You can also become an executive member, what do you think?"

Soon Raul turned his head sideways and looked at the few people sitting behind him, "My name is Raul, Le Boluo, er, Raul, nice to meet you..."

"We seem to have met at the last reception. When the meeting is over, find a place to sit together? I have a lot of great ideas that I want to tell you..."