America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

The night of the summer solstice,

The starry sky over Montana hangs so low it seems almost within reach.

Camp One of the 20,000-acre private hunting grounds

It was now completely ablaze with the enormous bonfire and intoxicating aroma.

That one weighed three hundred pounds.

The "King of Wild Boars," raised on mutated black winter truffles and white strawberries,

It had already been peeled and washed, and was placed on a giant grill made of thick apple wood.

Kitty, the genius little chef, was wearing a specially made black fireproof chef's uniform.

Holding a long-handled silicone brush in his hand,

The secret sauce, a blend of Caucasian honey, sea salt, and rosemary, is being prepared.

Layers of paint were brushed onto the sizzling, oily carcass of the wild boar, which was roasting over charcoal.

"Tick-tock, sizzle!"

Golden oil mixed with sauce dripped onto the glowing red charcoal, instantly creating a cloud of white smoke.

At that moment, a domineering, wild...

Yet it also possesses a complex meaty flavor with deep nutty notes and sophisticated truffle musk.

It swept through the entire camp like a tsunami.

"Gulp."

Around the long table sat fifty Wall Street tycoons worth billions, Silicon Valley upstarts, and established European capitalists.

At this moment, they were all swallowing their saliva without any regard for their image.

They were holding Romanée-Conti in their hands.

But his eyes were fixed on the pig on the grill.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Chen An sat in the main seat.

He was toying with a sharp Damascus steel meat cleaver in his hand.

He stood up, walked to the grill, and swiftly wielded the knife.

The finest cuts of pork tenderloin and pork belly were cut into thick, large pieces.

The outer crust has been baked until it's as crisp as amber.

However, the flesh inside has an incredibly tender pink color.

The abundant juice flowed down the blade.

"Aya, this is your spoils. The first one is yours."

Chen An placed the fattest piece of wild boar on a silver platter.

He handed it to the person sitting to his right.

The Native American girl changed into a black fringed leather skirt.

Aya accepted it without hesitation.

He grabbed the piping hot steak with his hand and took a bite.

"Hmm!"

Aya's eyes lit up instantly.

The original toughness and earthy taste of wild boar meat have completely disappeared.

Instead, it offers a very delicate texture.

The scariest thing is,

The aroma of that mutated truffle had completely permeated every fiber of the pork.

It explodes wildly in the mouth as you chew.

"This is so delicious! An! This is a million times better than anything I've ever grilled in the mountains before!"

Aya ate with her mouth full of oil, displaying a wild and untamed spirit.

"Give the rest to the guests."

Chen An waved his hand, and Tie Tou immediately led the security team.

Cut the remaining scraps of wild boar meat into chunks.

Distribute it to those wealthy people who are already starving.

"My God...this taste..."

Richard Sterling had barely taken a bite when tears welled up in his eyes.

"This meat contains the soul of a truffle!"

"And that subtle milky scent...it's simply a miracle!"

"I swear, the so-called top-quality Iberian pork I've eaten at Michelin three-star restaurants is nothing compared to this!"

"Mr. Chen! How many of these pigs do you have on your farm?"

"I'd pay $100,000 for a live one!" Silicon Valley tech mogul Mark shouted as he munched on his food.

Not for sale.

Chen An sat back in the main seat, picked up his wine glass, and looked languid and arrogant.

"At Titan Manor, the best things are always reserved for family."

"You're only able to eat this because of the carnival."

The wealthy individuals did not feel humiliated; on the contrary, they all showed expressions of honor.

This is the psychology of the top social circles.

When you possess something that they cannot buy with money, you become a god in their eyes.

……

After several rounds of drinks, the meat had already been eaten.

The campfire in the center of the camp was dimmed slightly.

A melodious classical cello tune filled the night sky.

"Dear valued members."

A cool, noble voice, imbued with a rich French elegance, came through.

Florence Lumière,

This former queen of European luxury goods,

She was wearing a black deep-V evening gown at the moment.

Wearing red-soled high heels, she slowly walked to a small display platform in front of the campfire.

Her appearance caused many of the wealthy Europeans present to gasp in surprise.

"Isn't that the head of the Lumière family?"

"How did she end up working here as...an auctioneer?"

The Duke of Aston rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Florence ignored the shocked looks.

Her gaze only swept over Chen Anshi, who was seated in the main seat.

Only then did a barely perceptible hint of submission and flattery emerge.

"The grand finale tonight is a small, insider auction."

Florence put on white silk gloves,

From a combination lock box nearby,

They carefully presented a black velvet tray.

On the tray stood ten crystal bottles, hand-blown by top French Baccarat artisans.

The bottle reflected a dark golden light under the firelight.

"This is Titan Manor's latest masterpiece."

"Breath of Titans".

Florence's voice was incredibly seductive.

"It is extracted from a rare wild variant of iris root that grows in the volcanic geothermal region."

"Not a single drop of industrial alcohol was added; the purity reaches an astonishing 99%."

"To allow everyone to experience its charm more directly..."

Florence uncorked one of the crystal bottles.

It was just a moment when the stopper was pulled.

A domineering, profound fragrance, a blend of the crispness of cedar and the elegance of violets.

Like invisible ripples, it instantly spread throughout the entire camp.

The air, which originally smelled of barbecue and smoke, was instantly purified by this aroma.

The wealthy people present, whether men or their female companions,

The moment they smelled the fragrance, everyone fell silent.

That soul-stirring comfort and the hidden hormonal surge,

It made them feel as if they were in a magical dream.

"This...this taste..."

A top Hollywood producer took a deep breath, his eyes burning with fervor.

"If I gave this to my wife, she would definitely forgive me for that little scandal I had last month!"

"Starting bid: one million US dollars per bottle. Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand dollars higher."

Florence smiled and put the cork back on the bottle. "Only ten bottles tonight."

"If we miss this opportunity, the next production may not come until next spring."

"One and a half million!" Richard Sterling was the first to raise his hand; he knew Titan Manor's "hunger marketing" all too well.

"Two million!"

"Two and a half million!"

"Three million! I want two bottles!"

A crown prince in the Middle East stood up abruptly, waving his checkbook.

crazy.

He's completely gone mad.

A small bottle of perfume, less than 50 ml.

It was sold for a staggering three million US dollars by the world's richest people!

Chen An sat in the main seat.

Watching this crazy game of reaping wealth,

A satisfied smile curved his lips.