"Is it the master brewer behind you?" All eyes immediately looked at Liu Yanqi behind Ji Lao.
Liu Yanqi suddenly went into a hurry and didn’t even know where to put his hand.
"No, this is my undeserving brother. I’m bringing him to see the world." Ji Lao sighed.
What a pity. What a pity …
"oh? How many state winemakers are there? Who is it? "
"No, this winemaker once applied for the title of master brewer, but was rejected by Master Munuma on the grounds of lack of artistry." Ji Laodao
If you usually say this sentence, everyone will laugh and shake their heads, but at this time, Master Munuma’s letter has gone bankrupt and everyone has really seen the Excellence of this wine. Suddenly, everyone shook their heads and the brewer said the word F.
"What do people in this Asian plate do? Such excellent winemakers are enough to become gold medal winemakers!"
"A gold medal winemaker dare not say it, but the title of a master winemaker belongs to his real name."
"I joined the head of the Asia plate of a brewing association to ask them to re-examine." There are also influential people in the whole brewing association who immediately made a decision today.
"Since it is Ji Lao compatriots, let Ji Lao review it."
"This is not good. After all, Munuma has already rejected it …" There are people who object.
Dahu shook his head. "A winemaker is also an artist. Naturally, he speaks with this wine alone. If he can brew three kinds of wines of this level, or his winemaking skills will further become a gold medal winemaker."
He paused. "Personally, I think this wine is the best today."
"Today’s Best" was echoed by some people.
The senses of real people are very unique and unstable, and both feelings and ideas can change the way people perceive things.
Is Dazhuang liquor excellent enough for the beating department?
I’m afraid not. After all, Zhuang Dad’s wine-making skills are not really perfect.
But today, the residual aroma in this strange story has pushed up everyone’s evaluation of Dazhuang wine.
Even the most demanding winemakers can agree that Dahu winemakers are "the best today" after thinking about it.
You know, this is not an ordinary international liquor competition. Most of them are in this kind of competition. It is much more valuable for them to get the "Best of the Day" than many gold medals.
When I heard that the wine-making masters had a good chat, others couldn’t help shouting, "Don’t take care of yourselves and give us some!" "
"Yes, hurry up and auction!"
There are three kinds of people present today.
Brewers, wine practitioners, local drinkers
Today, the winemakers take out private wines, and the winemakers can drink from each other.
However, some wine practitioners and local drinkers can spend money to buy it if they want to drink it.
For this appraisal meeting, Frost Winery specially invited a senior auctioneer from Christie’s to preside over the auction.
These local tyrants can spend a lot of money to drink a glass of wine
Just now, the wine-making masters have been there for a long time, and the local tyrants have been greedy for a long time, staring at it and waiting for the auction.
Chapter 449 Zhuang Dad’s ambition
Who would have thought that there was no fun? I simply forgot them and had to rush them.
Hearing the auction, the winemakers looked at each other. Dahu winemaker occupied the jar and had already drunk the third cup. Even Dahu almost buried his face, he could see that his face was red.
He waved the jar in his hand and said, "There’s a little left … Let’s not auction it …"
Broken cans and broken falls!
Dahu was dragged out by many drinkers before he finished speaking.
Jars returned to the hands of Ji Lao Ji Lao waved the way
"Can pour out about ten small cups, then auction by cup …"
Everyone objected and urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, the wine is all over the altar, and it won’t taste good later!"
"Then shoot for two seconds. The highest bidder wins." The auctioneer said.
Everyone agrees with this rule.
Not far from the tree farm outside, it’s finally time for me to play.
Wine, like art, must be sought after.
Because the world’s artistic aesthetics needs local money to refresh it, a master of art like Van Gogh was also poor before his death.