"liquor……?"

When Carter opened the box, the first thing that caught his eye was two thick books and two bottles of wine. It can be seen that these two bottles of wine were not cheap, and the gold-toned label could already give people a very luxurious feeling. The bottle cap, which looked like gold, made the bottle's net worth soar. Even the bottle was so luxurious, the wine inside must have a special taste.

Yes, the special taste.

Since Dulin obtained the distillation patent and authorized it, many alcoholics, especially those rich, have started to complain. They believe that Dulin has ruined an industry, and it is not necessarily a bad drink made from distillation. After the flavors of various spices are added, the color and taste of the wine has begun to change. The bartender, which was not very prosperous, has ushered in a huge development. If a bartender does not have one or two high-level qualification certificates and has its own unique recipe, it cannot be regarded as a bar at all.

That multi-colored cocktail is very popular among girls, with its sweet taste and the aroma of fruits and vegetables. Some people even shout that cocktails are not wine.

But for those rich alcoholics, the wine they drink now is a bit disappointing. The alcohol content of the blended alcohol is definitely enough and the color is very thorough, but there is a little bad. Because the dragon blood wood is not used as an auxiliary material for purification and fermentation, these alcoholics believe that the current alcoholic drink lacks a kind of... soul.

Yes, wine lacking souls can no longer find the joy of being drunk in the past. Drinking too much wine now will not only make you feel uncomfortable, but your head will also hurt, which is far less than wine with dragon blood wood. This has led many rich people with alcoholism to start their own brewing careers. They built a small wine cellar and invited some wine-making masters to brew dozens of barrels for themselves every year for their own use. However, for those alcoholics who don’t have much money, they think Dulin has done a good thing because they can easily get drunk without spending much money now.

As for the headache after a hangover?

Compared to the joy of being drunk, that's not a big problem at all.

The guard looked at the two bottles of wine and estimated the price. At least each bottle was 40 or 50 yuan or more. He could afford to drink wine at this price. The gentleman in front of him must also be a wealthy mine owner. In particular, there was a wine glass with a circle of gold edges embedded on the mouth of the cup, which looked like a work of art.

People always have many strange states. For example, the mine owners who entered in front of Carter may not be poor mine owners, and there are also many very rich but low-key mine owners. For these people, the guards clearly know that they are very rich and have a status, but if they are just like this, they will not breed more awe. Because they have not seen the "facts" with their own eyes, it is difficult to have such an emotion that makes them lower themselves and others.

But when he saw Carter's suitcase containing at least one or two hundred yuan, the intuitive visual impact made him experience the gap between them, so he was more humble than most of the mine owners in front of him. He looked at the two books and saw only the covers, with book covers and tied tightly to the books, and he couldn't open them. One was "Social Economics" and the other was "World History", both of which were highly knowledgeable books. These books looked a few years old, and they looked like antiques and so on.

He checked other places and found no dangerous goods. He smiled humbly and took the initiative to tighten the suitcase, picked up his hands and returned it to Carter, "I have checked it, thank you for your cooperation, you can go in. There is a number on your invitation card. Find the corresponding seat according to the number. If you don't know how to find it, some staff inside will guide you."

There seemed to be a hint of impatient expression on Carter's face. He took the suitcase, nodded and walked directly into the venue. This made the little guard breathe. What a powerful aura, the big man is really amazing.

When Carter walked into the venue, there were about two hundred people sitting in the venue, and some of them had not come. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and had 17 minutes left to leave the official start of the conference. Under the guidance of the staff, he found his position. From the photos, there was actually some difference between sitting here. I don’t know if it was a photo problem or some reason, but he felt that the podium leaned to the right, just covering half of Mennon’s body.

He looked at the guests on the left and right. There was a walkway on his right, and there was no one on the chair next to his left, and it might take a while to come. This made Carter feel somewhat relieved. He was a fake. What a fake mine owner feared most here was not that he could not leave after assassination, but that someone had to chat with him or something. Once he opened his mouth, it would definitely arouse suspicion from others. Fortunately, this guy did not come. The guy who was in the first seat on the left seemed to have no desire to chat with him across a seat.

Carter happened to sit quietly in the chair, waiting for the start of the conference. In fact, he didn't know that the guy on his left had a car accident half an hour ago. It was not very serious and no one was injured, but it was very troublesome. The driver of that guy accidentally encountered a luxury car. For a mine owner, the money was a small amount. When he gave the other party two hundred yuan to leave, the other party grabbed him and told him that the money was not enough.

Because the car being touched has a pure gold shell..., the God-Treading Horse is pure gold!

If...if it wasn't for the time being too late, he would definitely let the liar know what "pure gold" means!

Seeing Mennon walk onto the stage, the lights in the hall have become dim and warm from very bright. A guy who is a little embarrassed, holding his briefcase and saying sorry while pressing his waist while running into the venue.

Mennon glanced at him and withdrew his gaze. He was not concerned about these people who came or were late, but about those who did not. He wanted to see how many people were planning to do the right thing with him. This made him somewhat satisfied. More than 80% of the mine owners gathered here. As long as no one jumped out and opposed his leading opinion with the determination to die, the trading market matter would be considered a matter of success!

"Mad, I met a lunatic on the way. He insisted on saying that his broken car with gold paint was pure gold, which wasted a lot of time." The guy talked to himself, as if explaining to the people around him why he was late. He looked at the guy on his left, met one or two times, had no friendship or spoken, and then looked at Carter on the right, which had never even seen him. He stretched out his hand curiously, "You are so handsome, I don't seem to have seen you."

Carter glanced at the guy's hand that came out, hesitated for a moment and held it together, "I just invested in some mines in the West, and we have never met before."

"Is that true? Investment in the West is really not a good time, you know..." The guy said and closed his mouth because he found Mennon looking at him. He quickly nodded and bowed his head and closed his mouth. When Mennon's eyes turned away, he muttered in a low voice, "Do you know why I said that this is not a good time to invest? Because the West Mine will be gone, so I don't know how that idiot plans to torture us this time!"

Carter smiled and didn't say anything, but this guy seemed to be a chatterbox and couldn't stop for a moment, "My name is Raul, Le Aolao, do you know? That's... what about you, Raul. What about you?"

Carter closed his mouth tightly, and the bastard around him kept chattering. He didn't want to answer any questions and pretended not to hear them. As a result, Raul didn't care whether he had answered him or not, as long as someone was around him.

"You are very cold, it's not good. You know that it's not easy for us to make money. Making more friends is good for us. If we can't unite, like the idiot on the stage will threaten us. But if we are united closely, when he wants to take action against us, he has to consider whether it will bring bad consequences."

"Do you eat candy? This is the candy I brought back when I visited the federal government last time. It is not sold in China. It is very delicious. Should I get one?"

"Is that your suitcase? Wow, what brand is it that looks good?"

Raul Rory didn't stop after talking for several minutes. Mennon had already begun to talk about the possible harm of the "chaotic" market to everyone's interests. Carter had to remind Raul to pay attention to the theme of the conference.

Raul did shut up, but he just shut up at him. He reached out to the guy on his left, "We've seen it last time, Raul, Lesslaughter, that's that, Raul, Raul, I'm glad to know you."

"You know? The guy on my right is so arrogant that it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. We are all living in the West, and we should be united with each other."

"Why don't you speak? Are you shocked by my thoughts? I was also shocked when I had such an idea. I originally planned to run for executive committee member, but unfortunately the West Mining will be over, otherwise I might be able to become an executive committee member, what do you think?"

Soon Raul turned his head and looked at the people sitting behind him, "My name is Raul, Le Aolao, that's Al, Raul, I'm very happy to know you..."
Chapter completed!