Chapter 39

After all, the industry he was engaged in before he entered kuchan Temple often got a luxury car. The price of Lincoln is not so high. The important thing is that it is a kind of welcome car. Luxurious ring leather seats, opposite the display of a variety of goblets, there is a wine cabinet next to. It contains some of Yan Xiaowen's collection of dry red with years. Seeing Duan honghou hot, they look around with excited look on their faces. Yan Xiaowen's goal has arrived. He usually doesn't take this car himself. He is a low-key driver, driving an A6. Flaunting wealth is the hobby of every rich man. If you don't show off in front of people when you have money, will you let it get moldy? Looking at them sitting in front of each other. Yan Xiaowen ordered the driver to drive. He opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of dry red and three goblets from it. He arrived a little gentlemanly. Give it to Duan honghou. Flaunting wealth is not just your car? What's important is what kind of taste you have in life. Yan Xiaowen grew up in wealth and high quality of life. When he was in junior high school, he sent his family to the United States to study. He worshipped western culture. He picked up his glass, shook it gently and said, "brother Duan, I was going to pick you up at this time tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to come out ahead of time. This bottle of 80 year old red wine will be taken as a gift for you." Duan Hong was extremely clever. He had been wandering in the society before he entered kuchan temple. How could he not see his mind. Thought: show me your wine? Hehe, OK - he also gently picked up the wine glass, looked at the dark red liquid in it through the glass, with a slight yellow tone, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted wood. He said in secret: it's not bad, at least it's authentic. He drank all the red wine in one gulp and handed the glass to Yan Xiaowen, who was full of surprise. He opened the wine cabinet alone, took out a cigar from it and exclaimed, "Cohiba, this kind of authentic Cuban handmade cigar is rare. At least I've just heard about it. Do you mind if I smoke one? Hey, hey. " Yan Xiaowen laughed a few times and scolded in his heart: I mind very much. This box of cigars was bought by my two bottles of Lafite in 1982. However, it's no use to mind. Wu re already has his cigar in his mouth when he talks. Yan Xiaowen saw the pain, but he was relieved when he thought of Duan Hong's powerful blow against Wan Jun and said, "brother Duan, your younger martial brother looks very human, ha ha. This kind of 80 year old red wine should be tasted to enjoy its unique charm. "