Stepping out of the private dining room, Chén Kūnpéng felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He immediately instructed a waiter to fetch two bottles of 1990 Romanée-Conti from his private wine cabinet.
Speaking of this Romanée-Conti, he had begged it from his father. It was said that the winery had produced a total of only 6,000 bottles that year. So much time had passed, and very few remained in circulation. Moreover, the optimal drinking age for this wine was over twenty-five years, making the present moment the absolute best time to enjoy it.
Because his father was a wine lover, he had directly spent millions at a Hong Kong auction last year to buy a whole case. The four bottles in Chén Kūnpéng's possession came from that haul, and he had been too stingy to drink them himself. Although the wine was precious, it only cost a few hundred thousand per bottle. Compared to getting his hands on two peerless beauties, he didn't feel a shred of heartache. The only thing that depressed him was that such fine wine might end up cheapening that punk Xia Wenbin.
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