Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 670 - 671 Really Fucking Petty

The two-million wine tasting bet instantly caused a sensation throughout the entire restaurant.

Tasting red wine, playing golf, hosting parties on cruise ships...

All these were the daily routines of the nobility's sons, and almost everyone knew how to taste wine.

The notion that a lower-class individual actually understood red wine piqued the interest of many.

However, this interest was mostly of a malicious nature.

Most of these guys were relishing the thought of seeing Yang Fei make a fool of himself.

In the crowd, there was a lot of discussion, the voices unashadly loud and reaching the ears of Yang Fei and Chen Ke.

"This bumpkin actually knows how to taste wine, what a joke!"

"He's pretending to understand when he doesn't, he's bound to suffer a huge loss. If I were one of the young masters, I'd definitely make him take off his pants."

"Oh my, you n, why do you discuss such embarrassing things, so annoying."

...

The n's mockery and the won's coquettish complaints mingled together, creating a buzzing sound in the restaurant.

Yang Fei remained noncommittal and chuckled softly to Chen Ke.

"Your Audi Q7 is broken, brother will get you a new one!"

Chen Ke's heart stirred.

Was this still the sa Yang Fei, the lowly and frustrated employee from the public relations departnt?

His arrogance, his unbridled self-confidence, it all strongly infected Chen Ke.

"We'll talk if you win. Be careful, Young Master Wu is very cunning."

Chen Ke cautioned Yang Fei, who instead seed sowhat surprised.

"You know this guy?"

Chen Ke nodded, smiling slightly, "However, I doubt he knows ."

They whispered to each other.

Young Master Wu had already waved for a waiter, who opened the first bottle of red wine.

The Lafite, as red as the rosy skies, was poured into a tall wine glass.

With the glass in hand, the waiter bowed slightly, "Please enjoy, sir."

Yang Fei grabbed the tall wine glass, drinking it down as if Zhu Bajie was gobbling up ginseng fruit, in one gulp.

The onlookers' eyes nearly popped out, and there was an uproar.

This was wine tasting? It was practically guzzling.

The people present were wine tasting experts.

Just by looking at the color of the red wine and sniffing its fragrant aroma, they knew that this was a top-notch bottle of Lafite.

The value of this single bottle was probably over forty or fifty thousand.

And this guy had just drunk nearly half a bottle in one go.

Young Master Wu's eyes were wide, his heart as if bleeding.

He couldn't even bear to drink this kind of red wine like this himself.

To have it wasted on this fellow with a toad's mouth was simply a violent waste of heavenly gifts.

If it weren't for being so incensed by this bastard's attitude,

Young Master Wu wouldn't have been willing to drink it himself.

Yang Fei took a sip and smacked his lips.

"Doesn't seem to taste much, let's have another glass to try."

Saying this, he passed his wine glass to the waiter, signaling for a refill.

Watching Yang Fei drink red wine as if a cow was chewing peonies,

The n and won in the Small Flower Hall couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

"Young Master Wu is really at a loss this ti, such precious wine wasted by that bastard."

"Humph, I told you, that guy doesn't know anything about tasting red wine."

"Look at his rough manners, thinking he's at a roadside stall eating skewers and drinking beer."

...

Outside the Small Flower Hall, the waiter hesitated, glancing at Young Master Wu,

The preciousness of this wine, every little bit was money.

A fire almost seed to burst from Young Master Wu's eyes as he glared at Yang Fei.

"You've already had one glass, can't you taste it yet?"

Yang Fei shook his head and swayed, "Good wine of course needs to be drunk more to appreciate the flavor."

"You wouldn't be grudging it, would you, really damn stingy!"

With no choice left, Young Master Wu had to suppress his agony and signal the waiter to pour the wine.

The waiter carefully poured half a glass of wine.

Yang Fei, displeased, waved his hand.

"Fill it up, fill it up. Pretending to be nobility and being so stingy? Don't embarrass yourself,"

Young Master Wu's complexion darkened, seething with annoyance.

But his heart slightly relaxed.

Judging by this manner, this guy clearly didn't know the first thing about red wine. Who tastes wine like this?

As long as this guy drank this glass of red wine and couldn't talk the talk...

A sinister smile erged on the corners of Young Master Wu's mouth.

He glanced deliberately at his two bodyguards outside the dining room.

Young Master Wu wasn't short of two million.

Rather, he was more interested in taking down this country bumpkin a peg or two.

The waiter filled the wine glass to the brim and handed it to Yang Fei.

This ti, Yang Fei didn't down it in one gulp.

He slowly lifted the stemd wine glass to eye level.

His gaze focused intently on the ruby-like liquid in the glass, his expression devout and earnest.

In that instant, Yang Fei seed like a true master winemaker, scrutinizing his most proud creation.

Seeing this scene, the laughter and murmuring in the restaurant suddenly stopped.

Everyone, as if struck by magic, stared agape.

"Damn, this kid's playing dumb to catch the wise. He knows his wine,"

"The four steps of wine tasting: look, sll, swirl, taste. He seems pretty skilled,"

"Damn, unimaginable!"

...

Amid the growing murmur of the crowd, Yang Fei swirled the stemd wine glass in a clockwise direction several tis.

Then, he brought the glass to his nose and took a sniff.

The angle between the rim of the glass and his nose was a perfect forty-five degrees—his posture ticulous, more professional than a master's.

The murmuring grew louder.

Young Master Wu's face flushed and paled, watching Yang Fei in disbelief.

Finally, Yang Fei lifted the glass, placing the rim between his lips and against his lower lip, tilting his head back slightly.

He drew the wine into his mouth, gently stirring with his tongue, spreading it evenly across its surface.

An indescribably rich fragrance suffused Yang Fei's heart and spleen.

Yang Fei slightly squinted his eyes, softly inhaling, as if savoring the wine's unique taste.

Everyone was astounded.

Putting everything else aside, just Yang Fei's wine tasting posture was ticulous and more standard than any noble's.

Those present were all connoisseurs of red wine.

However, based on the posture and flair alone, no one could surpass Yang Fei.

Chen Ke was completely stunned.

She never dread that this small-ti employee, whom she scolded every day, possessed such an elegant and noble side.

This natural elegance couldn't be feigned...

Such an air is only cultivated within noble circles, through intense elite family education.

Only through years of nurturing, becoming a second nature, can it emanate from within.

Many a Noble Son regards understanding nobility etiquette and appreciating red wine

as the standard of a qualified gentleman, and not without reason.

In the midst of everyone's incredulous stares,

Yang Fei had finished sampling three bottles of red wine and slowly exhaled.

Young Master Wu stared at him dumbfounded, not even daring to rush him.

Yang Fei pointed to the first glass of wine and said lightly,

"1983, a fine Lafite from the Bordeaux Chateau."

He pointed to the second glass of wine, raised his eyebrows slightly,

"This bottle is even more precious. 1982 Cabernet Sauvignon from Napa Valley Winery."

Hearing him speak with such certainty shocked and bewildered the crowd; they all turned to look at Young Master Wu.

Young Master Wu's face turned ashen, and he nodded slightly.

"I admit you're right. But if you can also identify the origin of the third glass of wine, I will gladly concede defeat,"

Yang Fei smiled faintly, "What's so difficult about that? Listen carefully."