The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

She felt that Weikang hadn't bothered them at all this week, and had instead been very generous. Now that he was spending so much money, she wondered if they should treat him better.

Fang Yun could tell what Chen Xiaonan was thinking just by looking at her expression, and then said with a faint smile, "A bottle of this probably costs more than ten thousand yuan, but of course it's nothing to them."

Fang Yun naturally knew that Zhou Weikang did this entirely for Li Jiaying. If Li Jiaying wasn't here, he and Chen Xiaonan probably wouldn't even be able to get a bottle of beer.

Meanwhile, Zhou Weikang had clearly also noticed the situation on this side.

He didn't dare to ask Li Jiaying directly, but instead turned his attention to Chen Xiaonan.

"This is Miss Xiaonan, right? You probably haven't tried this 1982 Lafite before, have you? This kind of wine is quite rare, even high-end KTVs like this probably don't have much in stock."

A sense of superiority appeared on Zhou Weikang's face. Since Li Jiaying was his boss's favorite, he dared not make any moves. However, although Chen Xiaonan came from a small place, her appearance was in no way inferior to the models he knew.

If I can also manage to trick Chen Xiaonan into my arms, then today will have been somewhat fruitful.

As expected, Chen Xiaonan was slightly surprised after hearing Zhou Weikang say that, and said, "You're really going to waste money. We don't really need to drink such expensive wine."

Li Jiaying, who was standing to the side, naturally disdained Zhou Weikang's behavior, but she was indeed aware of Chen Xiaonan's situation, so she didn't say anything at the moment, only letting out a cold laugh.

Don't listen to his nonsense. All he can do is show off his money. If you ask him why this wine is so good, he probably won't be able to answer a single question.

For example, many people know that antiques and calligraphy are valuable, but they don't understand why they are valuable at all.

Therefore, these people are either pretentious or pretending to know what they don't.

For them, they are not enthusiasts at all; at best, they are just businessmen with a little more money in their pockets.

Li Jiaying's words not only satirized Zhou Weikang, but also dragged Liu Zhi into the conversation.

However, Liu Zhi was preoccupied with the matter of the third collectible, so he didn't pay much attention to Li Jiaying's words and just leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought.

Zhou Weikang originally wanted to show off in front of Chen Xiaonan, but after Li Jiaying said that, it seemed that he not only did not get any benefits, but also left a bad impression, which he could not accept.

"The 1982 Lafite is still as good as ever. It has been stored for so many years, and just preserving it is a difficult task, not to mention that the wine is so mellow. So naturally it should sell for more money."

Zhou Weikang thought for a moment and then brought some things up.

He was certain that Li Jiaying, who didn't drink much, wouldn't be able to articulate anything, and that the others were even less capable than him.

"…I guess only someone like you, Zhou Weikang, could say something so grand and proud of it." Li Jiaying glanced at Zhou Weikang with disdain, even though she didn't know much about the specifics of the situation.

However, Li Jiaying had a hunch that Zhou Weikang was probably just talking nonsense here.

"Brother Fang, do you know the background and origin of this wine?"

Li Jiaying's voice suddenly became much gentler than before, and she didn't know why, but she felt a sense of trust in Fang Yun welling up from the bottom of her heart.

Before Fang Yun could speak, Zhou Weikang couldn't help but sneer, "Sister Li, you're too naive. This kind of wine isn't something you can just drink casually. He hasn't even had the chance to drink it, so how could he possibly have any opinion on it?"

Zhou Weikang shook his head, seemingly having no hope that Fang Yun could answer the question.

Seeing Zhou Weikang's way of looking at Fang Yun, Chen Xiaonan also felt a little uncomfortable and blurted out, "That's because you don't understand Mr. Fang. He knows a lot, but he just doesn't want to show it."

Chen Xiaonan said firmly, her eyes full of trust for her brother.

Chapter 388 Identifying Fine Wines

"hateful!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weikang couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.

"What's so great about that kid? Why are these two both speaking up for him?"

Zhou Weikang couldn't figure out this problem, or rather, before he could figure it out, he had to save face for himself.

"Hmph, since that's the case, then why don't we invite Mr. Fang to have a talk? I'd like to learn from Mr. Fang what his insights are."

After thinking for a while, Zhou Weikang generously took a glass and poured Fang Yun a full glass of wine.

If Fang Yun is wrong, I'll see how I talk him to death.

Meanwhile, Fang Yun acted as if he were an outsider, showing no concern whatsoever for the previous conflict.

He held the small glass of red wine he had poured, then smelled it at the tip of his nose, and finally swirled it gently a few times.

Fang Yun's actions didn't resemble those of some people who were putting on airs. The feeling made people think that Fang Yun was definitely not drinking red wine for the first time, but rather had drunk it many times.

Otherwise, it would never have been so skillful and aesthetically pleasing.

"This wine is indeed a bit better than the average one, but to be honest, it's definitely not worth the price."

As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, Zhou Weikang sneered, "How could an ordinary person understand this kind of wine? Common people like to judge the quality of wine by its price. They don't know that this kind of wine cannot be priced with money alone."

As Zhou Weikang spoke, a look of righteous indignation appeared on his face, as if others had made a huge mistake and he himself had made a great sacrifice.

"You're wrong about that. Not to mention that the wine in your hand isn't even an 1982 Lafite. There are many better wines than what you have, and you can buy many better ones for the same price."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weikang immediately exclaimed, "Nonsense! If even the 1982 Lafite isn't considered good wine, then what good wine is there?"

Fang Yun explained, "There are actually quite a few of them. For example, the red wine from Pappus Winery is priced at more than twice that of Lafite."

"Moreover, if you want to buy this kind of wine, you almost always need to make a reservation well in advance, otherwise you won't even be able to buy any."

"Moreover, this Petrus is not even the best. There is a wine that is even better than it called Romanée-Conti. This top-quality red wine is so rare that even if you have connections, you may not be able to buy it on the market."

Fang Yun stopped talking after saying that, but everyone could understand the unspoken meaning behind his words.

Those top-tier wines undoubtedly require reservations or are simply impossible to obtain. So, to casually pull out two bottles of 1982 Lafite in a karaoke bar seems a bit too casual, doesn't it?

At this moment, Fang Yun added, "Alright, I'll tell you more today, so you won't be fooled by this kind of wine again in the future."

"The so-called 1982 Lafite does not actually refer to the red wine produced in 1982, but rather because in the summer of 1982, Château Lafite Rothschild developed a completely new winemaking technique."

"So, to commemorate that great achievement of that year, the 1982 Lafite was chosen as a commemorative name and brand."

"The founders at the time probably never expected this to happen."

Hearing Fang Yun say this, everyone was skeptical.

Although Zhou Weikang was reluctant to believe it, what Fang Yun said seemed to make some sense.

Just then, Fang Yun continued, "Or, let's look at it from another angle. Even if the wine from that year was called '1982 Lafite,' and it survived, even if the entire estate produced that amount, it still wouldn't be enough to meet the nationwide demand."

Even if the bottle of wine we see today is genuine, then there's nothing else we need to do.

After all, this kind of wine is extremely rare, and even if it were available, it wouldn't be something people like us could afford.

Upon hearing this, everyone had the same thought.

Although Weikang had been driving luxury cars and going to bars every day this week, he was now like a soulless person, holding the precious jade but having no idea how to open the box.

"Wow, Master Fang, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about wine. In that case, I'll have to give Grandpa a heads-up and make sure he brings out some good wine so it doesn't get wasted by others."

Li Jiaying made a very playful joke, which made Fang Yun smile.

Meanwhile, Zhou Weikang was furious. He could accept that Li Jiaying might not develop feelings for him immediately, but Chen Xiaonan had just shown her affection for him.

However, Li Jiaying's actions ruined the good image he had painstakingly built. How could Zhou Weikang not be furious?

However, he dared not personally lead the charge against the enemy, so he had to rely on others.

Chapter 389 Degradation

"Let's assume you're telling the truth, but I'm going to investigate this today. Let's see if all the wine here is fake."

At this point, Zhou Weikang called the store manager over and said, "Bring me your most expensive wine."

Upon hearing this, the manager gave a dry laugh and said, "Young master, the 1982 Lafite you just ordered is already the highest grade in our store."

Zhou Weikang snorted and said, "But my friend here didn't enjoy his drink to the fullest. He said your wine is basically counterfeit. If you can't come up with better wine, don't blame me for spreading rumors. But reputation isn't so easy to salvage then."

Zhou Weikang had originally thought that this place couldn't offer any better wine, but he wanted to linger on the topic for a while longer so that others would think that Fang Yun was just pretending to be clever.

So many people who drink say this is good wine, how can it be inferior to this small-town guy with a flat head?

"This……"

At this moment, the manager of the KTV suddenly showed a hint of unease on his face.

"Actually, we do have better wines here... but, but..."

"What do you mean, 'just'? Are you afraid I don't have the money to pay you?" Zhou Weikang retorted angrily.

"That's not what I meant. We don't have much of that wine in stock, so only our VIPs can drink it."

"That's true. So what about your VIPs? Hurry up and get me one."

Zhou Weikang added.

The manager frowned and said, "We don't have the authority to handle that. People who become VIPs are usually friends of our boss or people our boss wants to get to know, and then our boss personally issues the cards to them."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weikang sneered and said, "Then call your boss over here and have him give me a card."

"When your boss arrives, he'll realize that giving me a VIP card was the best thing he did today."

As he spoke, Zhou Weikang leaned back and stretched his body on the sofa.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Fang Yun, who was deep in thought. But one thing was certain: if he were to call for help, no one would pay him any attention.

"Well... our boss is very busy and doesn't meet just anyone."

After thinking for a while, the manager decided to just say it directly.

He still remembers the last time a guy clamored to see the boss, but when the boss actually came to see him, he found out he was just bragging and immediately got angry and taught all of them a lesson.

Now, he dares not casually tell his boss about this matter; if something goes wrong, he will be the one who suffers.

"You mean I'm not qualified to meet your boss?" Zhou Weikang questioned.