Ju'an's winery has been upgraded from a third-level winery to a second-level winery. In order to avoid duplication of the name with another winery, winemaker Bernst suggested changing the name of the winery. Several people discussed changing the name to Golden Eagle.
Yu Ling, except for the first batch of wine, the second batch and onwards are all used
The new name of the winery, and the logo has also been replaced by a golden feather with a complicated pattern wrapped around the base. After Ju An looked at it, he felt that at least the logo looked like the winery was old, and he didn’t know if it counted.
What is called distressing in the domestic antique industry.////..
The winery's press conference was held in a large hotel in Los Angeles. Miles booked a large terrace and a large banquet hall. The day before the press conference, Ju An and Wang Fankola flew to Los Angeles and of course lived there.
Ju An's seaside villa. Mike followed Ju An at about the same time, but Miles arrived early to prepare for the press conference.
On the day of the press conference, Ju An and the others couldn't stay out of it. They arrived at the scene early. As soon as they entered the scene, they felt that Miles had done a great job. One side of the five to six hundred square meter banquet hall was a huge floor-to-ceiling glass.
Connected to the terrace, you can see the vast sea outside the window.
As for the indoor furnishings, Ju An knew they were professional after just one glance. There was a small band in the corner of the hall and a pyramid-shaped dining table in the corner. Dinner hadn't been set up yet, but the winery's wines had all been put in place.
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Wang Fan and Cora followed Mike and his female companion to chat, while Ju An was walking around. Seeing that Ju An was idle, winemaker Burnst came up and followed Ju An and said hello: "An, come here and try it.
Try the wines we produced this year.”
Ju An smiled and walked over. Burnst stood on the display stand, opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses into it, and handed one to Ju An.
Knowing that Ju An did not know how to drink wine, Bernst introduced to Ju An: "When holding a wine glass, hold the foot of the glass to prevent the temperature of your hands from destroying the taste of the wine, and then turn it like this to fully bring out the taste of the wine.
". After shaking it, Ju An had no choice but to follow the old man's example and shake it a few times.
"Next, smell it." The old man put the wine glass under his nose and smelled it, pretending to be intoxicated. Ju An imitated the smell and couldn't find anything worthy of intoxication.
After finishing the whole process, it was now his turn to take a sip. After Ju An took a sip, he suddenly wanted to rinse his mouth. He suppressed the thought, swallowed it in his stomach, and pretended to squint.
He closed his eyes and nodded his head gently, looking like he was enjoying it, but actually he didn't drink anything.
The old man pointed at the cup and said to Ju An: "Look at the wine stains. Does it look like the hem of a lady's dragging skirt lingering and pathos? Look at our wine stains, they are very long."
Ju An looked at the cup. The wine flowed through the cup and left a faint trace. This old man is really good at it. It’s the only trace left on the mouth of the bowl of stick noodle porridge after you drank it. You said all the lingering and sorrowful things. I’m secretly complaining.
He couldn't show it on his face. Of course the home-brewed wine was good, but he still had a sense of peace of mind about protecting the calf. He nodded and listened to what Burnst said, with a look on his face that he had been taught.
I don’t know if Bernst said he was addicted or if he wanted to cultivate Ju An, the boss, into a red wine lover. After finishing a glass, he said to Ju An: “What I just drank were three kinds of wines that our winery brought this time.
The largest volume of the wine is made with 20% of the Cabernet Sauvignon produced in the winery and Cabernet Sauvignon produced in other vineyards. The entrance is soft and elegant, the structure is delicate and quiet, the color is deep purple, and there is a rich flavor.
Beautiful blackberry aroma.”
"Yeah! Yeah!" Ju An nodded slightly, echoed Bernst's words, drank all the wine in his glass, and smashed his mouth while Burnst turned around, trying to drink out the blackberry aroma.
Come on, I smashed it a few times but it didn’t come out, so I had to give up.
At this time, Bernster poured two more glasses of wine and handed one of them to Ju An. This time, Ju An had experience. He circled three times on the left and three times on the right. Well, save the three times on the right for next time.
This time I turned three times to the left, stretched out my nose, smelled it, and took a sip.
"This is the second largest amount of wine. The classic blackcurrant aroma is mellow, smooth, rich and rich. You can feel its power in the middle and later sections. If you taste it carefully, you will find a slight taste of volcanic ash. Why?
Do you feel it?"
Ju An swallowed the sip of wine in his mouth and felt nothing at all: "I really can't feel this."
Burnst said with a smile: "You don't drink often, but if you drink often, you can feel it. In the future, when you sit alone, you can pour a glass and taste it slowly. After drinking for a long time, you will be able to tell the difference."
"It's too difficult to ask you to drink it now."
Your sister! Are you seeking death? You know clearly that my brother can’t drink it, but you still ask? Are you so playful with the boss? If you don’t see how good you are at making wine, your brother will immediately send you to clean the toilet. Thinking of this
This guy takes care of a winery like this
Excellent, Ju An decided to let him go for the sake of Franklin printed on the green paper, so as to avoid his crime of contempt for the king. He secretly shouted back the swordsman who was ambushing in his heart, and kept his
Put a human head on the item to see the effect.
Bernst didn't realize that he was almost chopped into pieces by his boss. Finally, he poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Ju An: "This is made entirely from grapes produced in our vineyard."
I am confident that within five years, our winery will be upgraded to a first-class winery, and by then the California crown of Robert Mondavi Winery will fall on our winery.”
Ju An looked at the wine in his hand. It indeed looked thicker and the entire wine was a deep rose red color. A light shake on the wall of the glass would leave traces of light red.
Burnst put his nose on the wine glass and smelled it. He did not drink it this time but said to Ju An: "This is the best wine I have ever made in my life. In addition to the classic Cabernet Sauvignon aroma, it also has a hint of fir."
"In addition to the faint volcanic flavor, there is also a hint of refreshing spring water, coupled with unparalleled aging potential, it is unique and unparalleled."
Listening to the old man bragging about his winery, Ju An was of course beaming. Ju An already knew the approximate quantity of several types of wine. There were about 12,000 bottles of the top wine every day, and 25,000 bottles of the next best wine.
There are, again, more than 50,000 bottles. As for the two lowest-end table wines, which cost more than ten or twenty dollars, Ju An doesn’t really care how much he produces.
This time Ju An tasted it carefully, and it really made Ju An feel a little different. The tip of his tongue seemed to have the slightest hint of freshness that the old man said. He didn't know whether it was because the old man had given him a psychological suggestion or not.
Whatever, a little bit of this smell slipped away quickly.
Carefully look at the three types of wine on the display table. The best one has a large black and white winery logo on it, as well as a miniature of the winery's architecture. The second most expensive wine has a black and white label with "
I bought a vineyard, the last one is colorful, and the wine labels in the winery are also made by my brother-in-law.
Watching Bernster, the winemaker, take a sip of wine, holding a cup in his hand, tasting it silently, as if he had taken a cigarette, with a smile on his face and squinted eyes. Ju An decided to take advantage of this opportunity.
Seeing that the man hadn't woken up yet, he smeared oil on his soles and hurriedly ran to the terrace to avoid being caught trying to spread his knowledge about red wine.
Trying his best to avoid meeting Burnst, Ju An followed Mike and found a place to sit on the terrace.
Ju An said to Mike: "Didn't you say that we hired a spokesperson? Who did we hire?" Miles mentioned it last time, but he didn't pay much attention to it at that time.
"Bridget Moana" Mike explained to Ju An.
"Bridget? Muna?" Ju An touched his forehead after hearing this. I've never heard of who this person is. He doesn't seem to be very powerful. Think about it, even a big name would cost a lot.
Money, maybe the winery’s annual output is not enough for the appearance fee. We, the small winery, can just make some money secretly. Thinking of this, we nodded: "Oh".
Looking at Ju An's expression, Mike knew that Ju An didn't know who this woman was, so he explained: "The spokesperson is not chosen casually. He has to echo the temperament of our wine. We chose Justin Bieber because he is famous. Listen to his songs
There are several people who drink red wine.”
She smiled at Ju An and continued to explain: "Bridget Mouna is suitable for high IQ, tough appearance, and looks sexy and charming. From an image point of view, she agrees. Moreover, she used to be a sexy beauty in Hollywood. She was born in the 1970s. Now,
Men at this stage are in the golden period of their careers.”
"It makes sense, it makes sense." Ju An nodded in agreement. It's just like selling luxury cars. It's not appropriate for you to create a young and beautiful girl group to endorse Rolls-Royce. Since Mike said it's good, then
Not bad.
As the two of them chatted, the sky gradually darkened. Looking from the terrace, the entire Los Angeles was shrouded in brilliant lights. As the sun set, the time for the press conference came. Ju An and Mike arrived.
The door of the hall welcomes all guests.
Of course, the two people who knew the most people were Mike and Miles. While shaking hands with the guests, they introduced Ju An and Wang Fan. Ju An squeezed out a smile on his face and kept chatting with people: "I'm very happy.
Hats such as "Knowing You", "Thank You for Your Honor" and "Pengpi Shenghui" were started to be wholesaled. When I saw it was a person, I gave it away directly.
Among the guests who came, the one that Ju An noticed most was a Chinese winemaker named Wang Zhentian. This man successfully introduced American wine into the Chinese market much earlier than Wang Fan.
As soon as the Chinese winemaker passed by, Miles said to Ju An in a low voice: "This man makes wine very strangely. He ferments a kind of wine in stainless steel, cement and oak barrels. The domestic market is better than ours."
, but we have only been in China for a few years, and they have been in the Chinese market for a long time.”
Ju An didn't care much about this matter. It would be fine if his winery was developing slowly now. There was no need to carry out the Great Leap Forward. Just when he thought of this, Mike touched Ju An with his arm. As soon as Ju An raised his eyes, he saw
A very beautiful girl walked over holding an old man's arm. (To be continued.