The American Scripture

Regardless of how Zoe looks forward to her cruise trip, Zhen Fan has to agree with Julia replacing Zoe. He does not want to publish information about finding employees, but acquaintances are always better. This is also common in China. People’s common problems, getting a company, stuffed everything in the seven, eight, and eight aunts, and Zhen Fan is no exception.

　　 The day after Zoe announced, Julia and Zoe came for an internship.

　　 "Hi, Julia! Long time no see!"

　　 Zhen Fan said hello, to be honest, and Julia hasn't gotten along for a long time, not as casual as Zoe.

　　 "Hi, Zhen!"

　　 Julia smiled and gave Zhen Fan a light hug.

　　 "Unexpectedly, you really listened to Zoe's words. In fact, she wanted to enjoy the so-called cruise trip. You know, she didn't even graduate from college!"

　　 Julia just looked at him and smiled.

　　 "What does it matter if this university has not graduated?"

　　 Zoe was a little dissatisfied.

　　 "Your tone is very similar to Uncle Willie's, but he is much older than you!"

　　 Julia couldn't help but jokes about Zhen Fan's performance.

　　 "He is still my dad!"

　　 Zoe added.

　　 Zhen Fan was boring, and put on a serious look at Zoe and Julia.

"Zoe, Julie, now that you have discussed it, I have no problem here. Zoe can teach Julie, but... this has no technical content and is easy to learn. Just pay attention to your own service attitude. After all, Customer is God!"

"Customer is God?"

　　 Julia was taken aback, then stared at Zhen Fan.

　　 "God is a girl (a famous song by Dancing Elves)!"

　　 Zoe smiled and laughed.

　　 Obviously, Americans do not agree with the service concept created by the Chinese.

　　 "Well, one last question!"

　　 Zhen Fan has a serious face.

　　Zoe put her hands on her chest, and Julia looked at Zhen Fan in time, intending to hear his last question.

　　 "Julia was not paid during the time Zoe was still working. If you don't mind, I will be fine!"

"what?"

　　 Zoe quit.

　　 "Well, I promised!"

　　 Julia did not hesitate.

　　 "Sherlock the Jew! (The famous miser image in Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice"

　　 Zoe muttered.

　　 "I can hear you!" Zhen Fan pointed at Zoe with his finger, "I heard, you said Jewish, and there is a bad term behind it. Are you a racist?"

　　 "Zhen!" Julia said, "It's a bit too much, please don't do this?"

　　 "Okay, okay, it's all my fault!"

　　 Zhen Fan patted his hand.

"Julie, I know you are when you are graduating, but because Zoe is delaying your time, I think I have to compensate you. You can get the same salary as Zoe, but there is no reward, unless Zoe goes out for a trip !"

　　 "It's almost the same!" Zoe smiled triumphantly.

　　 Julia looked at Zhen Fan suspiciously.

　　 "You don't have to do this for me, I am purely to help Zoe, even if it is compensation, Zoe should give me, not you!"

　　 "Finally, I met a reasonable one!"

　　 Zhen Fan looked at Zoe and smiled.

"Well, your patient is here, do you want to chat with us here?" Zoe still held his arms, looked at Zhen Fan, then let go and waved to Julia ,"let us start!"

　　 "Well, goodbye, ladies!"

　　 Zhen Fan turned and went to the office.

　　 Just got in, I got a call from Christine. She asked Zhen Fan in surprise on the phone: "What did you do in Hollywood? Did you put a bomb?"

"Why do you say that?"

　　 Zhen Fan was shocked by Christine.

"Don't you know? Oh, hell, several people have called me in the past few days, they want your wine... Yes, that's the **** fruit wine you made... James, Angelina , Robert, Tyler... Oh, and Emma and Kolo... Damn, who did I mess with? They all want to find you through me!

　　 "Wait, Christine, that...who... Kolo? Is it Kolo Moritz? Is it the Kolo Moritz in "King of the Sea"?"

"Yes Yes!"

"Isn't she only sixteen years old? Why do you want to drink? You are not afraid of breaking the law?" Zhen Fan's eyes widened. "But if you can contact her, tell me her phone number and I will ask her to eat Chinese food! Know my cooking..."

"God, are you listening to me? She's only sixteen years old, what are you thinking about? lo*ic*n? Or pedophile? I have rejected her, yes, don't think about these useless things, tell me, you What are you going to do?"

　　 Christine’s voice was a little hysterical, obviously a little crazy.

　　 "Who... told them..."

　　 Zhen Fan is also very depressed, he is really famous in the Hollywood entertainment circle!

"It's a bit." Christine's voice was a little helpless, "Do you know what they did? When they had a party, because they bet with James Carmel, they ended up taking out the wine you brewed, although he won. But... you know, this is the consequence!"

　　 "I made friends accidentally!"

　　 Zhen Fan made a comment.

　　 "Then... tell me, what do you plan to do?"

　　 Christine seemed to have regained his high spirit of fighting, and yelled at Zhen Fan, no, not yelling, but yelling.

　　 "This is easy to handle, I have more than forty bottles!"

　　 "I know, damn, I told you a long time ago, I'm half of it..."

　　 "Don't talk about those useless!" Zhen Fan hurriedly interrupted the woman's chatter, "Tell them, every bottle is five thousand, not yen, but US dollars. Of course, if you think the euro is better, you can do it!"

　　 "That's not funny, Zhen, you really dare to bid, five thousand dollars!"

　　 Christine's voice was very sharp, as if she was stimulated.

　　 "Of course... if you think it's expensive, you can... negotiate, the price is easy to say, you can go down..."

　　 "No, no, Zhen, you are simply spoiling such a good thing!" Christine seemed to be hysterical again, which was so different from her previous personality.

　　 "You mean..."

　　 Zhen Fan's eyes lit up.

"Do you know? How much does a bottle of 1787 Lafite sell? For four hundred and five thousand pounds, even the bottle of Gali’s wine cost thirty-two thousand dollars. And it turns out that the quality of your wine Better than theirs...so..."

　　 "The last sentence, I agree with you very much!" Zhen Fan was a little proud, "So...how about adding five hundred? Five thousand five hundred dollars a bottle of wine, I have to calculate, how much can I sell..."

"are you an idiot?"

　　 Christine is finally angry!

　　 "One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand dollars, below this price, you are an idiot!"

　　 Zhen Fan finally understood what an idiot is. Obviously, the word idiot was not for Zhen Fan, but for the hysterical woman on the phone, a famous Hollywood actress, and the dream lover of countless otakus.

　　 One hundred thousand dollars? Who will give it to me?

"Okay, okay, I see, one bottle for one hundred thousand dollars, I sold you all! Forty-one bottles, I have to do the math, four hundred and one million dollars, of course I can give you a discount, Four million dollars is good..."

　　 "Are you an idiot?"

　　 Christine is really crazy again.

　　 That's right, you are not, who is it? Zhen Fan originally thought he was crazy if he set a price of five thousand five hundred dollars.

　　 "Well, actually, Christine, if someone asks for $10,000, you can sell it all for me. I'm already planning to make another batch. It seems that wine making is more profitable than Chinese medicine!"

　　 There was a long silence over there~www.readwn.com~ Finally there was a voice that felt weak and hated that iron could not become steel.

　　 "Well, you idiot!"

　　 Lafite in 1982 can sell for 10,000 US dollars, and in 2013, Zhen's fruit wine also sold for 10,000 yuan. It sounds nonsensical, but Kristen actually asked for this price from a few good friends and star directors in Hollywood. Moreover, it is said that it is a cash transaction, which is tantamount to helping Zhen Fan avoid taxes.

　　 "A bottle of wine for ten thousand dollars is really good, I like it!"

　　Bit sits in his own home, and Gary sits opposite him. The two people have triumphant smiles on their faces, raising the glasses, slowly tasting the wine in the glasses.

　　 "You have taken a big advantage and got ten bottles from Christine!" Gary smiled at Bit.

　　 "You're not bad, only one bottle less than me! I really look forward to what this wine will taste after ten or twenty years of hiding."

　　Bit looked obsessed with the wine in the glass.

　　 "Do you think this is good? We revealed the news, forcing him to contribute the wine and sell it. If he knows the truth, I am not optimistic about the consequences!"

　　Gali is not so shameless after all.

　　 "What are you afraid of? We helped him make money!"

　　Bit is full of confidence.

　　 "I hope, drink..."

　　Gali took a sip, then closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, his face was intoxicated!