The American Scripture

In fact, Sampson’s words prove that when Americans speak, they like to exaggerate.

When Zhen Fan came to Temecula’s vineyard, Sampson was sitting in his office, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking out the window, trying to pretend to be a guide to the country, the style of unifying the wine industry, look When Zhen Fan came in, he immediately turned around, put down the glass like a chicken blood, walked over in strides, and gave Zhen Fan a strong hug.

"I feel that we are creating a dynasty!" The first sentence of Shanpusen was full of pride. He looked at Zhen Fan, with affectionate eyes, and Zhen Fan got goose bumps.

"What do you want to say?" Zhen Fan hurriedly pushed Sampson away, keeping a distance from him, "Don't tell me that you made me come over so quickly just to see you say these empty words here."

"This is not empty talk." Sampson walked to the table, picked up a wine bottle, poured a glass of wine, handed it to Zhen Fan, with a smile on his face, "I don't know that you talked to Alfonso that day. What, the result is a wine like this, a sip?"

Zhen Fan took it and looked at Sampson in confusion: "Ours is brewed? Why is it so fast?"

"It's fast, but it's still brewed. Taste it. I promise you will fall in love with the taste!" Shanpusen laughed at Zhen Fan and urged him to taste the wine quickly. "This is the first batch. , Very few, are all tasted, the second batch will be a lot, and the brewing time is longer than this. And the taste will be better and more mellow than this, imagine what it is like the taste of?"

Zhen Fan took a sip gently. The look on his face freezes. Sampson was right. The taste of the wine was very good. It was really out of my own surprise. I originally thought that the brew this time would be better than h﹒ c﹒ d is a little worse, but what I didn't expect is that it is almost the same, or if there is a gap. It is the kind of warm feeling brought by the small inner breath.

"Very good wine!" Zhen Fan clicked his mouth, then shook his head and looked at Shanpusen with a smile, "Now you should have a happy trouble. How are you going to price this batch of wine? Yes h﹒ How big is the impact of c﹒d’s sales? Have you thought about this?"

"Of course. So what you just said, the troubles of happiness, I agree very much." Shanpusen scratched his hair, but there was not much hair on the top of his head. "What is your opinion?"

"Actually... there is no need to worry so much!" Zhen Fan thought for a while. Suddenly he laughed, "Although the taste of this batch of wine is not much different from h﹒c﹒d, don’t care how h﹒c﹒d is sold. You just need to set the price based on the taste. You have been drinking h﹒c﹒d for so long. ﹒C﹒d, it’s hard to understand, in fact...h﹒c﹒d has far exceeded the category of wine?"

Shanpusen was stunned, then suddenly looked at Zhen Fan in surprise and nodded repeatedly. Yes. h﹒ c﹒ d is beyond the scope of wine. Now if you want him to have a paragraph about h﹒ c﹒ d’s advertisement, he will definitely come to a paragraph: Since drinking h﹒ c﹒ d You can go to the sixth floor in one go. Since I drank h﹒ c﹒ d. The waist is not sore, the legs are not sore...

To be honest, Sampson has already reacted from Zhen Fan's words. The wine brewed by Zhen Fan with inner breath can indeed make people have a good health care and body strengthening effect, and even make people rise from the taste to the spiritual enjoyment of the cloud. This is incomparable to new wine brewing without internal interest.

"By the way, Zhen, what you said, gave this wine a good name!" Sampson suddenly said to Zhen Fan, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it until now!"

Zhen Fan was stunned, and then smiled at Sampson a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry..."

"Oh, don't be like that, what I am most afraid of is hearing these words from you!" Sampson covered his face exaggeratedly, "This is your privilege, and no one can replace it."

"Well, I will think again, think again!" Zhen Fan smiled with a guilty conscience.

"Don't be like that, tomorrow, Zhen, you have to think about your name tomorrow, and we have to print labels..." Sampson said, "Is it all right tomorrow? Please, Zhen, this is your industry, you are a major shareholder, you are big boss!"

"Okay, tomorrow!" Zhen Fan rubbed his nose, "Give me two bottles of wine, I will bring them home, I want to taste it, and think of the name by the way!"

"No problem!" Shanpusen was overjoyed and quickly took out two bottles from the cabinet. This guy filled the cabinet with this kind of wine. It seems that he is also obsessed with this kind of wine.

At this time, the office door rang. Sampson said, "Come in!"

Alfonso. Janis appeared at the door. He had the same excitement on his face as Simpson. He saw that Zhen Fan was even more so. He took a step forward and held the hand of Zhen Fan who had just stood up tightly, with some lips. Tremblingly said, "Thank you, Zhen, thank you so much!"

"Yes, thank me! But... why?" Zhen Fan looked at this a little excited old man, he was even more confused, and looked at him inexplicably.

"It's wine, because of wine!" Alfonso stammered, and then he took a sigh of relief, finally able to make it clear, "Magic wine, magic formula, Zhen, you let me brew in my lifetime. This kind of wine has not been in vain in this life, and my name will be passed down to the world with this wine!"

It turns out this old man obsessed here.

Sampson asked Alfonso to sit down and poured him a cup of coffee: "Take your time, Jennings, we are not in a hurry, now... what should be anxious are our competitors and Temecula. Those vintners from here, aren't they?" Sampson smiled and placed the coffee in front of Alfonso.

"By the way, what is the name of this wine? We have to give this wine a great name, a great name that can be passed down to the world!" Somehow, Alfonso. Jennings also remembered this. He looked at Shanpuson and said eagerly, then looked at Zhen Fan.

"Yes, I have agreed. I will tell Sampson the name tomorrow. Don't worry, Mr. Jennings, I will be very cautious, don't worry about this!" Zhen Fan is already beating the drum in his heart. It seems to be a job that requires culture.

"That's good, Zhen, you will become one of the greatest winemakers of this era." Alfonso. This evaluation of Jennings is really high.

"I think... if I have to say that I am the greatest winemaker, then... Mr. Jennings, so are you. Because you are not the one who makes this wine! Of course, if you want to make a record If there is a wine dynasty, how can there be no Sampson?"

"You two are the greatest!" Sampson also laughed.

"It's better... Let's toast, for the new wine, and for our wine dynasty in the future, how about we toast?" Zhen Fan proposed at this time.

"Very good idea!" Sampson grinned and took the wine from the cabinet. "Perhaps people will remember it in the future-the great wine empire turned out to be these three characters in such an office, they have already decided Yes! I love this proposal!" He put out three wine glasses as he said.

"I also like this proposal, so that we can stay in history!" Alfonso. Jennings is overjoyed. He is naturally eager to be able to leave his name in the history of winemaking. This is an incomparable honor. This honor is more real and more proud than a generous return of money!

"Okay, guys!" After yy was over, Zhen Fan decided to return to Earth, "I'm going back, Sampson, I have to think of a good name for our future."

"Tomorrow, I am waiting for your good news!" Shanpusen poured himself a glass again, raising the glass and motioning to Zhen Fan.

"Goodbye, Zhen!" Alfonso held Zhen Fan's hand tightly, as if he didn't want to let go.

The ideals of these two people were too lofty. Zhen Fan came out all the way and went straight back to the villa. By this time Mia had already returned, and Escalade in the garage had stopped there.

"Hi, Mia!" Zhen Fan walked into the hall. The kitchen could not be seen from here, but Zhen Fan already felt that Mia was in the kitchen. Originally promised to make dinner for Mia, but in the end it was Mia who was making dinner, and Zhen Fan was a little sad.

"Hey, Zhen!" When Mia was cooking dinner in the kitchen, she felt that Zhen Fan was already behind her, turned her head and smiled at him, "It's going to be done soon, you go to the hall to rest first!"

"Can I help?" Zhen Fan said to Mia, "Actually...I wanted to make dinner for you too, but Sampson called, so I went to Temecula's Grape manor!"

"Nothing, Zhen, I can understand!" Mia smiled, "Go and sit down. If you want to help, can you pour us some wine? You didn't mean to celebrate today?"

"Yes, no problem!" Zhen Fan smiled ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked to the restaurant, took out the two new bottles of wine he had just taken out from Sampson, and then found two glasses, each Pour a little wine in it.

Mia brought the last dish, sweet and sour pork ribs. She now likes to cook Chinese food more and more. Instead, she cooks less Western-style dinners. Taking off her apron, she washed her hands, walked over to sit down, looked at Zhen Fan sitting opposite, smiled slightly, she wanted to keep all this forever, so warm that she didn’t want time to pass by. .

"Can you start?" Mia asked softly.

"Of course!" Zhen Fan nodded and raised the glass. The glasses of the two touched lightly and made a crisp sound. Mia took a sip slowly, and then her eyes lit up and she looked with a smile on her face. To Zhen Fan, "The taste is a little different from h﹒c﹒d, but it's not bad. Is it your new wine?" Mia was really smart.

"Yes!"

"What's the name of the wine?" Mia asked.

"You stumped me!" Zhen Fan frowned, "I'm just worrying about this problem right now. It's...it's too difficult, to make a name that can be passed down to the world!" (To be continued...)