Chapter 92: murder

　　 The advertisements are spread in several big cities in the United States such as Los Angeles, New York, Washington, etc. Coupled with the quality of the wine, it is easy to form a hot sales situation. But two hundred bottles a month obviously underestimate the American rich's pursuit of high-quality wine, even though Sampson sets the price of the wine above US$50,000.
　　 If this price is too high for those old-brand wines, it's just the thoughts of some people who have never had a drink.
　　 They might say, God, this wine seller is crazy, is he a fool when he is an American? But people who have drunk will not say that. They will pour a glass of wine, then lie down or sit quietly, then close their eyes and quietly enjoy the warm and emotional brewing from the inner breath. So as to achieve the best taste.
　　 Because at the request of Zhen Fan, at the end of the advertisement, a paragraph of wine tasting notes was added to tell people how to taste this wine.
　　 Although this is a gimmick, people are more curious about this wine, but more people really tell everyone who buys the wine the correct way to taste this wine.
　　 Therefore, people who have drunk will not scold the sellers, but will complain about why there is only two hundred bottles per month, and when buying, each person cannot exceed two bottles.
　　Although the advertising time is not in prime time, after all, the United States now has strict restrictions on tobacco and alcohol advertising, but the impact is indeed huge, and many people quickly know H﹒ C﹒ D is a new luxury brand of alcohol.
　　Washington H﹒ C﹒ D store.
　　 A special temporary auction is going on here. Notaries, auctioneers, and many people sitting there or even standing.
　　The auction item is a bottle of wine that looks ordinary! This is a high-level wine brewed by Zhen Fan. Under the strong request of Sampson, one bottle is supplied to the specialty store every month for auction.
　　 "The starting price is fifty thousand dollars, and every plaque is raised two thousand dollars." The auctioneer was talking about the rules.
　　 "Is this bottle better than H﹒C﹒D?" Some people who had just entered asked puzzledly. These people have just received a small glass of this wine from the waiter in the specialty store, so they are very impatient with the questioner, just wanting these people not to join in the fun.
　　 After tasting this wine, as long as you are not an idiot, you will know what a stupid question this is. Obviously the quality of this bottle of wine lies in H﹒ C﹒ Not a little bit above D. And each store only has one bottle per month. This is why the auction will be used.
　　 It seems that the profiteer Sampson has maximized the value of the wine made by Zhen Fan, and he is indeed a very smart person. But he told Zhen Fan two hundred bottles of H. C﹒ D's supply has complained a lot.
　　 In the absence of satisfaction, he had to use H﹒ C﹒ D, the established brand, manages other high-end liquors.
　　The auction is proceeding in an orderly manner.
　　 "Five-eight thousand dollars..."
　　 A man in his thirties raised the sign in his hand. Those who participate in the competition are both rich and noble. This looks like an upstart. Depending on what he wears, he may be a newly emerging millionaire in Silicon Valley.
　　 "Sixty thousand!"
　　 Someone directly bid up to sixty thousand.
　　 Those who came in behind and did not taste the wine became the audience. Fortunately, the number of people is limited, otherwise it will be crowded. From time to time, someone looked inside through the glass door of the store.
　　 "Sixty-six thousand!"
　　 A man in his fifties who looked very tasteful and dressed in a black long coat looked at the upstart, with a smile on his mouth.
　　 "Damn it!" The young upstart cursed secretly. Although he is rich, he spends so much on a bottle of wine, which is really outrageous. Maybe this bottle of wine is different, but isn't that just wine?
　　 Although he thought so in his heart, he was the one who had tasted this wine. This kind of wine itself seems like a low-key but luxurious noble prince. It can make yourself feel calm, and even make your mind shine in the calm, and even make yourself grasp some important inspirations. How important is this for a person engaged in high-tech research in Silicon Valley? Of course he doesn't know, this is the impact of internal interest on people.
　　 He pursed his mouth, then hardened his heart, raised the sign again, and made a direct bid.
　　 "Eighty thousand, I'll give eighty thousand dollars!"
　　His voice was very loud, and it directly attracted everyone's eyes, including the old gentleman who was smiling at him. He also used his hat to signal this new rule.
　　 "The first bid for $80,000!"
　　As soon as the auctioneer's voice sounded, someone raised their hands, but it was not the old gentleman, but someone else. Obviously, everyone thought that $80,000 was not the true price of this bottle of wine.
　　 "Eighty two thousand dollars!"
　　 "88,000 U.S. dollars!"
　　……
　　 "One hundred thousand dollars!" The auctioneer's sensational voice reverberated. The young upstart gritted his teeth, his face was blue, and finally couldn't help but swear.
　　 "Damn it, this is just a bottle of wine!"
　　 He has lost the courage to compete. One hundred thousand dollars, obviously, is still a big expense for him. He stared at the bottle of wine like a hunter staring at a prey that was no longer his own. The roar and frustration in his heart made him deeply annoyed.
　　 "One hundred thousand dollars for the second time!"
　　 The auction was dead and still screaming there.
　　 "One hundred fifty thousand dollars!"
　　 At this time, the old gentleman smiled and held up the sign.
　　 150,000 US dollars, immediately shocked the audience. Almost everyone has no courage to hold a sign. And the auctioneer is acting hard as if being stimulated by the stimulant.
"Snapped!"
　　 A final word.
　　 The deal is completed. The old gentleman stood up with a smile amid the envy of everyone, then took a step, and under the guidance of the receptionist, went to conduct a live transaction.
　　 "Damn it, that's my wine!"
　　 The young upstarts are bleeding from their teeth. He stared at the old gentleman with wolf-like eyes into the room to make a deal, and then decisively turned and left.
　　 "You robbed my wine, and I will make you pay! Damn bastard!"
The 　　 specialty store is going to take the old gentleman home in a special car, but the old gentleman insists on taking the wine back. Therefore, the specialty store followed his instructions, packed the wine in a gorgeous box, and then found someone to deliver it to the old gentleman's car.
　　 "Alex, let's go back!"
　　 The old gentleman was very satisfied with his performance just now. I finally got the wine. The most important thing is that the glass of wine I just tasted made me feel an aging organ in my lower body with a posture of being ready to move. For a man, if Viagra doesn't work, then there is nothing that can save your man's dignity. He is only fifty years old and this bottle of wine must be taken.
　　More than that, what’s even more rare is that this bottle of wine makes my mentality feel young, as if I’m full of vitality, it’s amazing, $150,000, it’s definitely worth the money.
　　 "Which home to go back to? Sir Hockman!"
　　 The driver Alex turned his head and asked.
　　 Obviously, this old gentleman has more than one home.
　　 "Of course it is Diana's home!"
　　 Sir Hockman looked very happy and couldn't help but whistled.
　　 The car slid steadily out of the parking lot, and then drove onto the highway. Sir Shockman sat in the back row and took out the cup. He could not help pouring himself a cup, lay down very comfortably, and savored it slowly, and then felt that his gadget was slowly changing.
　　 "I love this feeling, Viagra, it, I haven't felt this passion for almost three years!" Sir Hockman looked very ungentleman at this time, swearing in his mouth.
　　 "Alex, have you ever tasted not to lift it? Damn it, it's really hopeless."
　　 "I... I don't know, Sir Hookman!"
　　Alex replied in fear.
　　 At this time, a BMW car overtook them, very fast. There was no honking, and no overtaking lights. Alex was taken aback.
　　 "Asshole!"
　　 Alex cursed in a low voice. Suddenly, the steering wheel was slammed because the BMW suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of them.
　　 "Damn it!" Following Alex's curse, the car crashed into each other. Alex immediately opened the door and jumped down, preparing to argue with the guy.
　　 "You'd better deal with it quickly!" Sir Hookman felt good, and yelled at Alex a little excitedly.
　　 Alex went out angrily, pointed at a well-dressed man in his 30s who got off the car, and cursed dissatisfiedly: "Damn, you shouldn't brake like this..."
　　 "No, I did it on purpose!"
　　 The man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist~EbookFREE.me~ and shot Alex twice.
　　 "Boom, boom!"
　　 The sound of gunshots shocked the surrounding vehicles as if they were fleeing. Alex stared incredulously, and fell to the ground.
　　 "Boom!" The door was opened, and Shockman saw a familiar face.
　　 "You...you are..."
　　 Sir Shockman looked panic, he subconsciously hugged the bottle in his arms.
　　 "Give me the wine, hurry up!" The man waved at Sir Shockman impatiently.
　　 Almost without hesitation, Hockman passed the wine over, then raised his hand.
　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know...why is this?" Sir Hockman was panicked, and he could see Alex lying in a pool of blood when he tilted his eyes.
　　 "I said, this is my wine, this is mine!" The man said, holding the wine, and then raised the pistol.
　　 "For God's sake, don't kill me!" Sir Hockman was pale and trembling. He didn't want to die, he had to live, and Diana's charming goblin was waiting for him.
　　 "No, I said, you will pay the price! I speak my words!" The man looked cold.
　　 "Boom!" A gunshot sounded.
　　 The BMW car quickly disappeared on the road.
　　 Ten minutes later, the sound of the police sirens approached from far away, and gradually you could see the police lights flashing continuously, surrounding the car with the wide open door on the side of the road...