Chapter 773

Poof... Roland sprayed the wine out of his mouth directly. He took the mouthwash handed by his assistant and muttered for a long time. Then he vomited out. His face was like eating shit.

"How dare you take this shit like wine? It's really * * * *!" Roland cursed fiercely there, using a word beginning with F, which made the assistant behind him want to laugh and dare not laugh.

As a wine taster, if you drink good wine, it is naturally the best. You can feel the taste of good wine beating on the tip of your tongue with your eyes closed, and feel the taste that seems to pry the soul

But since he is a wine taster rather than a winemaker, it shows that he will drink a lot of bad wine in his life. There is no way. There are always some confident guys who will ask you to help see how his wine is

This is very painful. If you think about it, to become the world's top wine taster depends not only on 99% of the sweat. It can be said that without that half of the inspiration, he could not have reached this position!

Like the top gourmets, their taste and smell are different from ordinary people. For example, Roland and, such as old man Yan, that tongue is a treasure in the world!

Like a strict old man, then drink Baijiu, mix with no water, mix, how much alcohol, what is brewing raw materials, then basically can sip, can not know, if you do not know, then sip.

Similar to Roland, it is also a mouthful for red wine and wine. What age, which winery, which year, quality and so on

Even once again, Mr. Roland judged the rainy season through a glass of wine

Therefore, we can imagine how well their taste nerves, especially those on the tongue, are developed. If they drink a bad glass of wine under such circumstances, the whole person is really bad

Just then, the door was pushed open. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie and an old-fashioned gentleman came in, with two assistants behind him. The assistants pushed two carts with a lot of wine jars on them.

In the initial audit, in order not to affect each other's work, the five wine tasters each had their own studio, and the reception to be audited was sent in directly.

"Oh, master Roland, I seem to have come at a bad time..." the middle-aged man heard Roland swearing there as soon as he came in, stunned for a moment, but immediately joked.

His name is Martin. He is a senior member of the auction organizer. At the same time, he is also an old friend with Roland in private. He talks very casually.

He has seen his old friend like this many times. Every time he drinks bad wine, he will be so angry.

Roland heard the voice, raised his head and held his glasses. Then his face showed a disgusting expression of seeing dog shit: "it's you. Let me see. You brought a pile of dog shit here for me?"

For Roland's ridicule, Martin was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "no, no, no, for us, these are commodities. There is nothing stinky shit. Even if it is not good, it is at most worthless commodities."

"This batch of wine comes from China, a total of... Well, let me see, oh, there are 14 kinds of wine, a total of 14 kinds of wine." Martin said to Roland as if reporting to the teacher.

Roland looked at Martin's face again and knew that the other party must have sent all the registered wines directly. He was even more dissatisfied and said, "can you give me these wines after preliminary review? I'm going crazy to drink these inferior wines every day... Oh, the emperor forgive me. Look at what I drank before. It seems to be the wine of that island country, It tastes worse than my Pan's urine... "

Pan is a Labrador like Roland, just one year old this year

If you were in China, an old friend like Martin would certainly go back. Why did you drink your dog's urine and say what it tastes like? But here, there is no such thing.

"Oh, my old friend, that's impossible. You know, this is our rule... But you have to prepare these wines in China before drinking them. After all, these are high wines. Be careful you're drunk." Martin said on one side.

"All right, I know, you go!" Roland nodded, looked at those wine jars that seemed to have soil, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. Then he waved his hand to Martin to get out quickly. He couldn't stand these capitalists and made money with the sweat and blood of the working people's names!

Martin smiled and left the room. At the same time, he closed the door and took his assistant to a room on the 27th floor, where an old white man in the same dress was waiting.

"How's it going?" As soon as he entered the door, the old white man inside hurriedly asked.

"No problem. I've given Roland all the wine. Others don't know!" Martin sat down on the sofa and said with a smile, "no one knows that Roland hates Chinese wine. I only know it by chance."

"And Roland doesn't know. I know about it..."

The white old man nodded, a little old face flashed a smile and said, "we can't help it, so Martin, you don't need to worry. It's best for them to drink Chinese wine."

As they talked, the waiter had brought two glasses of whisky with ice. The originally mellow wine had less strong taste under the action of ice, but it was more suitable for drinking.

"Cheers!" Martin raised his glass and smiled.

In the studio, Roland sat in a chair and rested for a while. As soon as his eyes turned, he saw the Chinese wine on the two carts. Without outsiders, the sense of disgust in his eyes was even stronger.

"Li, open all these wines later, pour some, and then return them directly to the unqualified one!" Roland looked at the carts and ordered directly.

Li, Roland's assistant, was surprised when he heard the speech, but as an assistant and student, he had no choice. His salary was not given by the auction organizer, but by the teacher.

So the teacher can only do what he asks, and he has to keep it a secret.

Although Li sounds like a Chinese name, he is actually white. When he walks to the trolley, he has to open the mud seal of the top big wine jar.

This wine is really old wine, so the mud seal is very tight. The assistant didn't open it for a long time. He turned around and wanted to get tools. In this room, there is no lack of tools for opening wine!

Roland has been there watching the assistant's work. His eyes have scanned other wine from time to time. Suddenly, he saw a small wine gourd as small as the palm of his hand at the bottom, green and shiny.

Is there such a wine gourd? Roland suddenly became interested, or he thought he couldn't stop drinking, so he couldn't explain to the auction in case something happened.

"Li, you take the wine gourd... Yes, the smallest one at the bottom. Thank you!"