Chapter 333: I'm really generous

Fang Hexuan actually didn't want to talk to Eric about red wine in front of strangers, but since the latter had already gathered all three parties at this round table, he could only patiently cooperate with them in chatting.

But I didn't expect Eric to be thinking something today. He suddenly looked at him and asked:

"Charles, these friends come to the manor to stay for a while around this time every year. Do you want to stay a few more days?"

Fang Hexuan refused without thinking:
"Eric, my schedule is full, and coming to your place is also a fixed plan. After talking to you, I have to go to Germany. I am really sorry, and thank you for your invitation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wretched man sitting opposite him, Raphael Lucy, said sarcastically:
"Eric, we are all idle people, so let's not delay your friend from making money."

Eric Rothschild also noticed that the two were not getting along, but he still wanted to help ease the relationship between the two sides.

"Raphael, Charles manages several companies and often needs to travel around the world. He is indeed busier than us."

Raphael didn't want to offend Eric either, so he just said "hmm" lightly and said nothing more, but his eyes turned to Donatella, and the curve of his mouth made him look even more obscene and asking for a beating.

Eric turned his head to Fang Hexuan and gave him a bitter smile, saying in a low voice:
"Don't mind it, he's always like this, he's not targeting you specifically."

Fang Hexuan shrugged, shook his head and whispered:
"I'm not angry, it's just a small matter! By the way, I came here this time to discuss this year's red wine."

Eric was stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Hexuan with a strange look, and said:
"You also know that this year is a good year?"

Fang Hexuan laughed and said:

"You don't even think about why I bought this winery last year. Of course I did my homework. I have been observing the climate in France this year. According to the wine experts, the taste of 82 Lafite should be very good after it is brewed."

Eric was really surprised this time. He looked at the other party carefully again and nodded.

"You're right. The winemaker at the winery told me the same thing."

"Haha, I don't ask for much. Please prepare 10 bottles of 82 Lafite for me, and you can handle the rest yourself."

Eric's pupils shrank. What a guy, he asked for half of the production right away, and he still said it was not much.

He waved his hand without hesitation and explained:

"Charles, the winery can only produce 20 bottles this year. If you take half, the remaining half won't be enough to sell. Besides, I have to send a batch to royal families and nobles from various countries."

Fang Hexuan curled his lips and said:

"Then sell less, or sell more of the wine in stock from previous years. We can always find a way."

Eric was beginning to feel suspicious, but he still shook his head:
“Even if we don’t sell it to the public, I’m worried that it won’t be enough.”

"Eric, as a shareholder of the winery, I am wholeheartedly committed to the development of the winery. You can't dampen my enthusiasm like this, right?"

Hearing this, Eric wanted to roll his eyes. Damn, he was so shameless to say that he was making money for the winery.

However, he still said firmly:

"Charles, don't worry. The winery will definitely be able to digest this year's harvest smoothly."

Fang Hexuan felt a little helpless. He complained in his heart that he must have not checked the almanac before going out today. Otherwise, why did he first meet trash like Raphael and then it was so difficult to buy some red wine.

He sighed and said in a somewhat depressed tone:
"Eric, you can set the conditions, such as the price, as long as you can sell me 10 bottles of red wine."

Eric shook his head decisively this time and said:

"I'm sorry, Charles, you asked for too much. I can only leave you 2 bottles at most."

"Are you kidding? If it was just this little, I wouldn't have come in person. I could have just told you over the phone."

The two of them talked in a low voice for a while. Although the three people opposite were also chatting, Raphael still kept a watchful eye.

This guy's eyesight was not very good, but his ears were very sharp. He didn't listen to the two companions talking next to him, but focused on the conversation between Eric and Fang Hexuan. Although he didn't hear everything, he knew clearly that the two were discussing the purchase of this year's red wine.

Due to family ties, Raphael has always disliked Asia, especially China.

After knowing that Fang Hexuan was a Chinese and seeing him with a stunning Italian beauty, the racial discrimination and dissatisfaction in his heart suddenly emerged.

He cleared his throat and asked Eric opposite him in a loud voice:
"Mr. Rothschild, can I also buy some of this year's red wine? Not much, just 5 bottles will do."

After saying that, he smiled at Fang Hexuan, the sarcasm in his smile was too obvious.

It's not that this guy is boasting, it's just that new red wine, even Lafite, can't be sold at a high price in the market.

If the 82 Lafite had not been artificially hyped up by later generations, the average price on the market at that time would have been only a few dozen dollars, which was still considered high.

Therefore, Raphael really has the ability to buy 5 bottles of red wine.

Eric was also stunned. He turned his head and looked at Raphael helplessly, then glanced at Fang Hexuan again, his eyes clearly complaining to him:

"You two are such a worry!"

He coughed and said to Raphael:
"Charles buys wine to supply his hotel. Why do you need so much wine?"

Raphael also shrugged and said proudly:

"I drink it myself. If I can't finish it, I can use it for bathing."

Fang Hexuan was sure that this idiot was really stupid, but he also wanted to break up with him, so he said in a sarcastic tone:
"Haha, Monsieur Lucie is indeed a French nobleman. He uses $100 worth of red wine to take a bath. I guess even Louis XVI wouldn't be so extravagant."

Raphael was also stunned. $100 a bottle? Isn't it usually only around ten or twenty dollars?
Damn, if I really want to buy 5 bottles, that would be 500 million US dollars, which is about 2800 million francs when converted into francs.

At this moment, he felt a little nervous, but he couldn't lose verbally.

"Ha! It doesn't matter. I can use the Chinese antiques at home to make up for the difference. They were brought back from BJ by my great-great-grandfather a hundred years ago. They are definitely authentic."

Hearing this, Fang Hexuan's pupils shrank, and his eyes, which were full of smiles just now, instantly became sharp.

"Damn, no wonder! Everything makes sense now."

Raphael didn't notice the change in Fang Hexuan's eyes. He was still proudly showing off to his companions the glorious deeds of his ancestors in China.

But Fang Hexuan stood up and said to Eric:
"I'm sorry, I'm a little tired from the flight today. Eric, can you help me arrange a room for me to rest? Thank you."

After saying that, he moved his chair and looked at Donatella:
"Dona, do you want to continue chatting with everyone here, or go take a rest together?"

Donatella was not stupid. She had already noticed that Fang Hexuan was in a bad mood, so she nodded, stood up and said:

"I'm a little tired too!"

After Eric said a few words to the butler behind him, he watched the two of them leave.

Raphael's face was extremely ugly at this time. He not only felt that Fang Hexuan was deliberately demonstrating to him, but he was also a little angry that Donatella listened to him so much.

Fang Hexuan and Donatella walked side by side, not caring at all about how people behind them looked at them.

"Charles, are you thinking about revenge on that Raphael?"

"Nonsense, am I that kind of person?"

"Humph, you can't fool me. I accidentally offended you yesterday, and you've been mad at me ever since!"

"Don't slander me, I'm a generous person!"

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(End of this chapter)