Chapter 52: Don't pretend to be a poser, or you'll get struck by lightning! (2 updates)

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  Of course, before the matter is settled, Wei Yue will not reveal even half a hint of wind. His ability to hide and disguise himself on Tao is well-known. Otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickname "Spectacled Snake".

  Originally, Wei Yue had planned to take advantage of tonight's opportunity to win over Lin's parents and then launch a fierce and romantic offensive on Lin Ziman. He didn't believe that with his ability to deceive women, with his silver tongue, he couldn't make this Lin Ziman, who had just entered society, fall deeply in love with him.

  But he never expected that tonight, another Cheng Yaojin would appear and attempt to ruin his good fortune!

  "You want to fight with me? You're still a bit too tender for that!" Wei Yue adjusted his glasses, sneering silently in his heart.

  The people of Lin's family, whether it was Lin's father and mother or Lin Zimeng, obviously did not see through Wei Yue's vicious thoughts.

  "I'm so old and I've never had such an expensive wine before. Today, I'll just take advantage of Xiao Wei's treat and try this Lafite to see what it tastes like." Lin Father looked at the bottle in his hand and smiled so wide that his mouth was almost closed. "I heard that red wine is best drunk from a high-footed cup? Wait, I'll go get one."

  Lin's father reluctantly put Lafi back on the dinner table, got up and went to the kitchen, and brought back five high-footed cups.

  Wei Yue opened a bottle of Lafite, smiled and accepted the high-footed cup handed over by Lin's father, making a gesture to pour wine: "Come on, today we're all happy, I'll fill everyone up."

  "Are you drinking beer? It's full!" Zhang Wen Zhong stood up with a smile, and without saying a word, he snatched the Lafite from Wei Yue's hand. Wei Yue's grip was quite strong, but to his surprise, this pale-faced, slightly thin guy had an even stronger grip, and easily took the Lafite out of his hand.

  "This red wine, it's best not to exceed three parts. Only then can you see its color, smell its aroma, and taste its flavor. You can't just fill it up all at once, that's like drinking cattle feed. It's only when drinking beer that you need that kind of boldness." Zhang Wenzhong said as he elegantly poured the red wine into a high-stemmed glass. Indeed, each cup was exactly at the three-part mark, just as he had said. What was most astonishing, however, was his demeanor while pouring the wine - elegant and noble, with a flair that seemed to suggest he was a renowned aristocrat who had received noble etiquette education."

  "Isn't it just about pouring a glass of wine? What's the big deal? Maybe he's just a waiter at some Western restaurant." Wei Yue saw that his thunder had been stolen again by Zhang Wen Zhong, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, muttering under his breath.

  Zhang Wenzhong didn't respond to him. After pouring the wine, he picked up one of the cups, gently swirled it around, looked at the color of the wine, and then brought it to his nose for a light sniff. His entire set of movements was harmonious and natural, like a beautiful piano melody, making people feel carefree and relaxed.

  However, Zhang Wenzhong did not taste the wine, but instead put down his cup and shook his head lightly.

  Everyone's heart suddenly hung up, and they didn't know what he meant by this.

  "This bottle of Lafite is fake." Zhang Wen Zhong looked at Wei Yue and spat out a shocking sentence.

  "What the...?! Wei Yue was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing in extreme anger: "These two bottles of wine cost me 180,000 to buy! You just shook it a bit, smelled it, and said it's fake? Haha, that's really funny. So if I walk around you twice and take a sniff, can I say you're a woman? Not that I intentionally want to trample on you, have you had Lafite before? Do you know where Lafite is from?"

  "What a coincidence, I really do know." Zhang Wen Zhong originally didn't want to target Wei Yue, but since Lin Zi Man asked for his help and this kid was also quite unscrupulous, always wanting to step on him to make himself look better, so Zhang Wen Zhong didn't need to be polite with him anymore.

  "Lafite, produced from Chateau Lafite in Pauillac, Bordeaux. Chateau Lafite was founded by a nobleman named Lafite in 1354 and was acquired by the Marquis de Segur, the world's number one wine figure at that time, in 1675. In 1755, after the third generation of the Segur family passed away, the ownership of Lafite entered a period of turmoil. It wasn't until 1868 when it was acquired by Baron Rothschild that the estate has been owned by the same family to this day."

  Zhang Wen Zhong smiled and spoke eloquently, his vast knowledge perfectly showcased at this moment.

  "Lafite is known for its floral and fruity aromas, smooth and elegant taste, which is why many wine enthusiasts call it the 'Queen' of the Bordeaux region. Unfortunately, I didn't feel the charm that a 'Queen' should have in this bottle of Lafite you poured."

  "You think you can just say no and it's nothing? Who do you think you are? A wine connoisseur?" Wei Yue's face was filled with indignation, and he sneered: "Don't think that knowing the history of Lafite is something to show off about, anyone can find this information online."

  Wei Yue's words are not wrong, these materials can indeed be found online, but if you're not familiar with Raffi, how can you remember them so accurately? In this world, it's unlikely that anyone would memorize large chunks of irrelevant information online. Moreover, Zhang Wenzhong just used extremely standard French when mentioning place names and personal names! Of course, Wei Yue doesn't understand French, so he wouldn't know whether Zhang Wenzhong's French is standard or not.

  "You don't know how to appreciate wine, so even if I tell you what's wrong with the color, aroma and taste of this wine, you won't be able to feel it. Never mind, I'll just tell you a very simple way to distinguish between real and fake Lafite." Zhang Wen Zhong took the unopened bottle of Lafite in his hand, pointing at the label, saying: "Look at this label, the label on real Lafite is a silk-printed label, it feels embossed when you touch it. But these two bottles of Lafite have labels that feel very smooth to the touch, without any embossing. Moreover, on a real Lafite label, if you scratch off the words and patterns with your fingernail, the background color won't change. But on this fake Lafite label, if you scratch off the words and patterns with your fingernail, it will erase the label, just like this." As he spoke, he scratched the label with his fingernail, and indeed, as soon as the words and patterns were scratched off, the label was also erased.

  After finishing, Zhang Wen Zhong put the Raffi in his hand on the dinner table and said with a smile: "Of course, you can also think that I am lying. However, this method of distinguishing between true and false Raffi is also available on the Internet. If you don't believe it, you can go online to verify it."

  Wei Yue was stunned for a moment, then took out his mobile phone, logged onto the internet, and indeed found similar methods to identify genuine Lafite.

  "How could this be? I spent 18,000 and the two bottles of Lafite I bought are actually fake?" This sentence undoubtedly proved the correctness of Zhang Wen's previous words.