This is an old bar located in the suburbs of Los Angeles. The place is small, the furnishings are old, and most of the drinks sold are cheap.
Old Sam is a regular customer here and has been coming here for 20 consecutive years. It has nothing to do with feelings, but because the things here are cheap, including drinks, food, and women.
"Squeak!"
Under the cover of night, old Sam, who has never been so wealthy, walked into the bar with his head held high.
"Hello, old Sam, it's so rare to see you here. It seems you are going to get money again today?"
A drunken bearded old man sitting at the door waved his hand with a mocking smile on his face.
The room immediately burst into laughter, and all the regular customers cast their eyes on this old man who was almost no different from a social insect, with disdain on their faces.
"Shut your stinky mouth! Be careful one day I break you! I'm mentally ill!"
Old Sam glared at him fiercely.
The old man suddenly sobered up and did not dare to make fun of him again. He lowered his head and continued drinking, feeling regretful in his heart.
Damn it!
You shouldn't drink so much!
He actually forgot that he was sick!
"snort!
Seeing that the old man was shocked by him, Old Sam snorted triumphantly and turned towards the bar. When he passed by a scantily clad middle-aged white woman, he patted her on the butt.
"You look so beautiful today, Jennifer."
"You too, dear!" Jennifer is the female Buddha here. She smiled and winked at this old customer who had been patronizing her for more than ten years, and pushed out her severely sagging breasts: "I'm coming today.
At my house? It’s cheaper for you, it’s only five dollars.”
Old Sam was immediately ready to make a move, but when he thought of his errands, he could only look away from her with difficulty and shook his head: "Not today, I will come back to you after a while."
"It's really disappointing." Seeing that she couldn't squeeze out any profit, Jennifer immediately walked towards the others with a fake smile, which was very realistic.
Old Sam stared at her ass hard again, then turned to the bar and ordered a glass of rose whiskey that he often drank. He didn't order any snacks, and just sat there chatting with other guests and enjoying the alcohol.
The pleasure it brings.
Soon the time came to eight o'clock, and old Sam, who was already a little drunk, suddenly said to an old man beside him whom he had known for many years: "Derek, what do you think is the best red wine in the world?"
"Of course it's Kande." Derek blurted out with admiration: "I like its fragrance very much."
Old Sam curled his lips and looked at the others: "What do you think?"
"I like the Screaming Eagle."
"I also think Kandi is very good, but it's a pity that I've only had it a few times."
"Didn't anyone say anything about Lafite?"
"I was just about to say, I vote for Lafite, it is the most elegant red wine I have ever tasted!"
Anyone who likes drinking knows that when a group of alcoholics get together, anything can become a topic of conversation, especially when it comes to wine. Everyone has their own preferences and persistence, and there is no doubt about it.
A group of people immediately started discussing it, and some even became red-faced over it.
When Old Sam saw that the heat was almost done, he suddenly snorted and said, "You are all wrong. The best red wine in the world is a luminous cup!"
"Um?"
Everyone turned their heads to look.
Someone asked in confusion: "What kind of wine is the luminous cup? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"It sounds very niche, do any of you know?"
“Never heard of it.” “I never knew this brand existed.”
After asking around, no one had heard of it, and some people began to doubt it.
"Did you make a mistake? Old Sam."
"That's right, it's the Moonlight Cup. It's normal that you haven't heard of it, because this kind of wine comes from distant China." Old Sam narrowed his eyes and said drunkenly.
“Red wine is also available in places like China?”
Everyone was surprised. Their impression of China at this time was very stereotyped, mysterious, poor, and full of people with big braids. Even some people in later generations thought so.
"Why not? China already had wine more than a thousand years ago." Old Sam said.
"Really or not?"
"This news is really surprising."
Some people believe it and some people doubt it.
"Of course it's true." Old Sam vowed, then showed a look of reminiscence and said: "You should all know that I once went to China to work as a mercenary.
Once when I was on a mission, my plane was hit by Baga people and I was forced to parachute. I was later saved by a kind-hearted girl.
It was from her that I tasted the Luminous Cup wine, and the taste is still unforgettable to me. When I came back, the girl also gave me a bottle, which I have treasured for almost thirty years."
What he said was true or false. It was true that he went to China to join the Flying Tigers as a mercenary, and it was true that the plane was shot down. As for the rest, there was no truth at all. They were all stories made up by Chu Heng to sell red wine.
As for Old Sam, he was very taboo about mentioning his experience in joining the Flying Tigers.
There is no way, Chu Heng gave too much.
After listening to his words, everyone rolled their eyes.
They knew all about Old Sam's virtues. He was able to sell his underwear just for drinking and gambling. How could he still keep a bottle of wine for thirty years?
Stop talking!
Someone immediately raised a question: "Have you collected it for thirty years? Then this wine should be very valuable. Even if it is not famous, it should be worth one or two thousand. Why don't you sell it?"
"You don't understand."
Old Sam shook his head with a complicated expression, then stood up and walked unsteadily out of the bar.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a very strange little old black man in the house also got up and followed him out closely.
The bar owner frowned: "He is following old Sam."
"Is he new here?" One person looked at the closed door with a strange expression.
"It must be." Another person couldn't help but laugh: "He must have believed what Old Sam said."
"How could there be something like that in old Sam's house, this idiot."
"Hahaha~"
The room immediately burst into sarcastic laughter, obviously no one believed it.
In this way, a day passed.
The next night, old Sam came again. As soon as he sat down at the bar, a friend who heard him talk about the luminous cup yesterday smiled and asked: "Your house has not been stolen, Sam."
"Me?" Old Sam pretended to be confused and shook his head: "No, who is crazy enough to steal things from me?"
"That's not necessarily the case." The bar owner came over and reminded: "When you left yesterday, there was a little old black guy who followed you. It seems that he believed what you said about the luminous cup. You still
Be careful and put away any valuables."
"What!" Old Sam was shocked when he heard this, and immediately ran out in a panic.
The boss was surprised: "Why is he so nervous? Doesn't he really have a bottle of thirty-year-old wine at home?"
"How is that possible? He is probably worried about the dozens of dollars of savings that he finally begged for."
