Novel & Cerita Harga Anggur Orang Tua

Andrew calmly brought out the remaining Divine Elixir, and Gerald's breathing quickened with excitement. He fought the urge to snatch the bottle from Andrew, exclaiming, "Oh my, there's still at least 250ml here! This would fetch nearly a million dollars on the market. You're quite generous!" "Uncle Gerald, is this cheap wine really as amazing as you're claiming?" Leroy asked skeptically.

Zella said, nodding as her tongue tasted the sensation of a wine that was so precise and expensive as she sipped it. "That's what we know about wine. The longer it is aged and the longer the year of production, the more expensive the wine will be. In terms of taste, it's much different, that's why I want to destroy the wine that I think is of poor quality," Angel explained straightforwardly and firmly. "But the production cost is already a loss Angel, and we also lose because of the materials used," Asher interjected. "A little loss won't bankrupt Daddy. It can't even make my personal wallet dying, I'm more concerned with quality than quantity. Since our target market is the old money, they

I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them. “Nick told me he was putting them on his tab.” “He has indeed.” “Out of interest can I ask how much each bottle is?” “The Chateau is £99 and the Macallan is £299.” I had to hide the shock I was feeling. I tried to insist on paying for them, but he would not accept payment. I carried them carefully to the car and placed them on the passenger seat. I had to remind myself that Nick was from a different class to me and then it hit me. What if his parents didn’t want their son with someone like me due to class?

Bill slapped the waitress across her cheek and roared, “Are you f*cking blind? 7,000 bucks per bottle? Look at the year of the wine!” The slap was so sudden that the waitress was stunned. Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to stammer. Bill’s eyes were wide in anger. Then, he turned around with a smile on his face. He said to Joshua, “I’m sorry, Sir. The waitress is new, so she doesn’t know anything. These are our latest batch of Lafite. They are a part of the collector’s edition from the year 1787. There’re just six bottles in this entire city. Each of them costs 110,000 pounds.”

The prices rose higher, and it felt like it was a battle between two people. "100 million dollars!" I gulped on hearing the bid. I was torn between crying and laughing. _Was I that expensive? And who is this person who that was willing to throw away such amount of money on my head? How was I supposed to pay off such exorbitant amount of money?_ The auctioneer closed the bid by hammering his gravel, seems like the other person had given up on bidding further.

Patrick replied. “Patrick, don’t keep us in suspense. How much will our meal cost?” “Yeah! Don’t keep us in suspense! I only want to know how much the wine I just drank cost.” “That mouthful of wine cost about ten thousand dollars!” Patrick said to the classmate. ‘What? ‘About ten thousand dollars for a mouthful of wine?’ Everyone stopped and looked at Patrick in shock. “Don’t look at me like that! The official price of the world’s top red wine is about three hundred thousand dollars per bottle. Don’t you think one mouthful would cost ten thousand dollars?”

Gerald said gallantly while holding the wine bottle. Under Mr. Fletcher's surprised eyes, Gerald snatched the red wine away from his hands. He looked at the bottle and exclaimed, "Holy cow! This is a 1992 Louis XIV with a market price of over $40,000! Mr. Fletcher, thank you so much! How did you know that I've been dying to taste this wine? You really do know me well..."

His eyes narrowed slightly, surprise flickering across his face. "Why do you always reject drinking with me?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm and a hint of disappointment. "I bought this wine for $15,000, and I reserved it for special occasions like this. Yet, you dismiss it like it's nothing." He held out a glass, his gaze expectant. "It's a 20-year-old vintage, son. One of the finest. Share this moment with me." I frowned, feeling a pang of guilt. "Dad, it's not about the wine. I just don't feel comfortable drinking."

Not convinced by his answer, I just eyed him and then proceeded into the shop. A sales lady in uniform came near me and asked what kind of wine I was looking for. I saw a familiar bottle of wine displayed on a glass wine rack. I remembered my father usually drinks this kind of wine, so I came near the glass rack and checked it. Its brand was Dom Perignon Vintage, and unlike the other bottles of wine displayed around, it had no price. "How much is this kind of wine?" I asked the lady. "That's seven hundred fifty dollars, Ma'am." I couldn't help but wince after hearing the price.

The kind of place where deals were made and secrets stayed buried. Wine was served almost immediately. I offered to order for her, and to my surprise, she agreed. She took a sip, raised a brow. “This is good.” “It’s a 1785 Château Margaux,” I said, allowing myself a small smile. At least she had taste. She peered down at the glass. “How much is a glass?” “Two thousand dollars.” Her eyes widened. She set it down like it had scorched her. “You’re kidding. It’s just a glass. And it doesn’t even taste that good.”