Harga Anggur Orang Tua Novels & Stories

"300,000!" "Whoa! She raised the price to 300,000 in one go. I wonder who her husband is. He must be well off." "Wealthy people come in different classes." Aria spoke boldly, her voice steady. "500,000." Tabitha had only raised the price by 100,000 Lirons, but Aria countered with a 200,000 Lirons increase. "You two are crazy." Tabitha's eyes widened. "Are you willing to pay 500,000 Lirons for a stupid wine glass set?"

Lockwood couldn't say outright, but Mom had no such reservations. "Five dollars a pound? Do any of you realize that every single one of these Green Jewel pears comes from centuries-old heirloom trees? On average, they go for at least 100 dollars per pound. "In fact, the highest quality ones are worth 30 dollars per pear. This entire truckload is valued at 300 thousand dollars, and you thought you could buy them for five dollars?" She pulled out the certification documents, with the market price clearly printed. Silence fell all around. Those parents who had been thinking of crying injustice now shut their mouths completely.

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.” Crack! The room fell silent. “What? 5.76 million yuan? Are you f*cking kidding me?” Joshua exploded. Were they not just bottles of f*cking wine? Yolanda was beyond shocked. She jumped out and yelled at Bill while pointing at him, “Damn it! I didn’t expect Arc de Triumph to be so shameless! You’re trying to overcharge the customers!” The crowd was so shocked that the colors from their faces were slowly being drained.

I looked at the grape colored contents of the goblet I was holding, I gently turned it before bringing the goblet to my lips. I gently tasted the grape which was slightly bittersweet. I smiled after tasting it. It's very delicious and its taste makes you feel about how good memories are. "This will always be the best among us," I praised the wine I tasted. It's a good thing because this wine is affordable. A bottle costs only $150. I remember my friend who owns this winery. I immediately called him. I haven't called him in months. We also haven't had time together to bond because we've both been busy these past few days.

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.”