Chapter 7: Top Sommelier Meng Jiu

  Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the third floor of the villa, with the windows wide open.

  He learned the appraisal technique, which contained the introductory exercises of the first-level cultivation of immortal energy. However, in the city, spiritual energy had become so thin that it was impossible to absorb.

  In this seaside villa, although you can feel the scattered spirit of the sea, it's not very strong.

  The root cause is still due to human over-exploitation of ocean resources without adequate protection.

  Although it is so, the messy spiritual energy in the ocean is already enough for Chu Feng to cultivate now. It's just that the spiritual energy of the ocean is too messy, so absorbing it will be troublesome and the speed will also be very slow.

  The autumn wind is urgent, he wants to obtain immortal power, so that he can get more treasures, but this matter cannot be rushed.

  ……

  "Manager, this is a ten-kilogram bottle of hundred-year-old cellar wine." Chu Feng carried a large bucket and walked into Qin Fang's office, then placed the bucket on her desk.

  Qin Fang looked at the large plastic buckets that were visible everywhere on the street, her delicate eyebrows furrowed: "Is this really a hundred-year-old Chenyao?"

  "I guarantee it's genuine!" Having had his first experience, Chu Feng was extremely confident in his hundred-year-old wine.

  "But this packaging is too..." Qin Fang seemed hesitant, staring at the shabby plastic bucket, she couldn't believe that this was actually the five-thousand-yuan-per-kilogram hundred-year-old Chen Nian.

  After Qin Fang said that, Chu Feng also felt where the problem lay. After all, clothes make the man and saddles make the horse. The importance of packaging is self-evident.

  "He scratched his head in embarrassment: 'Manager, it's really the wine left by our ancestors at home, all of which are stored in large jars, so I can only use this one for ten kilograms.'"

  Chu Feng's explanation was reasonable, but Qin Fang's doubts were not completely dispelled. She made a phone call, and soon, an energetic old man in his sixties came in, with silver hair as smooth as silk, piercing eyes, and a distinctive nose that was bright red and covered in bumps - the legendary "wine nose". He was Meng Jiu, the wine connoisseur specially invited by Shuangyuan Ge to be in charge of the quality of their wines.

  His original name was Meng Jiu, but because of his reputation for wine tasting, he was called Meng Jiu. Over time, he also got used to the name Meng Jiu and no longer used his real name.

  Meng Jiu was amazing, no matter what wine it was, once it reached his mouth, he could absolutely tell what kind of wine it was, how many degrees, how many years it had been aged, and whether it had been diluted with water or mixed with other wines.

  He was also a well-known figure in Huaxia, and it was originally impossible for the Grand Hotel to invite him with its scale. However, he and Qin Fang's father were old acquaintances, and both families heard that they had some connections, so Meng Jiu came to the Grand Hotel exceptionally.

  Although he was an employee of the Champion Pavilion, Qin Fang had never treated him as a member of staff. Ordinary matters wouldn't even bother him, so Meng Jiu also regarded the Champion Pavilion as his own retirement home.

  "Xiao Fang, what's the hurry to find me? Are you preparing to let me taste some wine?" Meng Jiu's wise eyes swept Chu Feng for a moment before stopping on Qin Fang.

  "Uncle Meng, I'd like you to try some of this wine." Qin Fang's slender fingers pointed to the 10-kilogram plastic bucket on the table, but her face was slightly red, after all, the shape of the plastic container was really too ugly.

  Meng wine originally had bright and colorful eyes, but when he saw Qin Fang pointing to the ten-kilogram plastic container, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and his speech became weak: "This loose wine, just find someone to taste it casually."

  His words implied blame, and Qin Fang couldn't help but hear it. She looked at Chu Feng with a hint of shyness and annoyance.

  Chu Feng felt uncomfortable in his heart, this was a hundred-year-old wine, although the packaging was a bit shabby, but you can't just judge by the packaging and kill it with one stick, right?

  He thought of this and let out a light cough, with a hint of annoyance and cold smile saying: "It's said that Old Man Meng is a wine tasting master, but today seeing him, he's nothing special!"

  "Who are you!" Meng Jiu's furious low growl, his narrowed eyes suddenly opened, with a strong murderous aura, directly staring at Chu Feng.

  Qin Fang was stunned, it was her, seeing Meng Jiu, she also had to respectfully call out "Meng BoBo", this Chu Feng who usually looked like he had a good temper, what's wrong with him today? He actually dared to be so rude to Meng Jiu?

  "Chu Feng, stop messing around!" She quickly spoke out to stop him, afraid that things would get out of hand.

  But Chu Feng seemed to have not heard Qin Fang's words, he not only sneered coldly, but also curled up the corners of his mouth with a hint of disdain: "Master Meng, did I say something wrong? You came in and as soon as you heard that it was going to be a tasting of this barrel of wine, without even opening the lid, you directly classified this hundred-year-old Chenyue as a loose wine, and on top of that, with an attitude of being completely unbothered, is this really the kind of attitude a top-notch wine connoisseur should have?"

  Chu Feng was somewhat annoyed, but not to the point of being angry enough to confront Meng Jiu. He did this for three reasons: Firstly, he was indeed angry that his hundred-year-old wine had been turned into a ordinary wine in Meng Jiu's mouth; Secondly, he saw the change in Meng Jiu's eyes and determined that Meng Jiu must be a connoisseur of wine, and as long as he could taste his hundred-year-old wine, their previous conflict would not affect their relationship; Thirdly, Chu Feng believed in Meng Jiu's character, if he was not a good person, he would not have come to the champion pavilion because of his connection with the Qin family, nor would he have become the top wine connoisseur in the whole of China.

  Meng wine was scolded by Chu wind, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and his eyes were red like fire. He hummed coldly: "Hmph, you little kid, how old are you? You dare to talk about hundred-year-old vintage? Do you know what hundred-year-old vintage means? From the Xinhai Revolution to now, there have been many wars, and who knows how many things happened in between. How could the wine from that time be preserved intact until now?"

  He sneered and glanced at Chu Feng, then took another look at the plastic bucket on the table. A hint of annoyance and disdain flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Fang, what can an employee like this do? Is he here to cheat people?"

  What Meng said was extremely severe, every word piercing the heart. Normally he didn't like to use his power to bully others, it's clear that today he is really furious.

  After saying this, Meng Jiu directly turned around and walked out.

  Qin Fang was also stunned by this sudden turn of events and for a moment didn't know how to react.

  Chu Feng was also secretly regretful at this time. It seemed that Old Man Meng had reached his prime years, but instead of being stirred up, he was irritated instead.

  His eyes rolled quickly, and he thought of the situation in room 218. Suddenly, he stepped forward and twisted open the lid on the plastic bucket.

  The century-old wine fragrance, in an instant, wafted out, and even Qin Fang, this beautiful woman who didn't like wine, could tell that this wine was extraordinary when she smelled the aroma.

  Meng Jiu had already opened the door and was about to slam it shut, but he was suddenly stunned by the fragrance of wine that came in, his body frozen in place as if time had stopped.