The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1715: The Heroic Spirit
Twenty years later, the whisky auction market is booming, and it is not uncommon for a bottle of classic whisky to cost millions of dollars.

But in 2004, when everything was still in its infancy, a bottle of whiskey appeared out of nowhere and completely changed the auction market and even the entire industry landscape.

This is the sixty-two years of Dharma.

The sixty-two years mentioned here do not refer to 1962, but represent the length of the collection period.

In 2001, Dalmore, the world's top whisky brand, launched a collection of fine wines named "Dalmore Years Old". There are only twelve bottles in total, and each bottle has its own unique name, named after the most famous and important person or event since the establishment of the distillery.

These twelve bottles of whiskey are a blend of four single malt whiskies from very old years, 1859, 1876, 1925 and 1939, to create a classic.

In December 2002, Dalmore sent one of the bottles to a professional whisky auction house for public auction.

At that time, the most expensive whiskey auction price in the world was only about 10,000 pounds; however, this bottle of whiskey was sold for 25,877 pounds, which was incredible and shocked the world.

Some media even said that the average price of a sip of whisky is as high as one thousand pounds.

Truly worth its weight in gold!
Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal, and the impact would be limited to a one-time effect. People could assume that it was just a coincidence, and that a rich and stupid young man spent a lot of money to complete the auction. Just this summer, the second bottle of 62-year-old Dalmore was auctioned.

This time, the transaction amount reached 32,000 pounds, continuing to break the record.

Shocking, and the temperature continues to rise!
Originally, there were only twelve bottles of this 62-year-old Dalmore worldwide. Not only was it limited edition, but each bottle was unique. After the two bottles of whiskey continued to break the industry record, the industry status of this limited edition whiskey was pushed to a new height.

It is no exaggeration to say that this bottle of whiskey has become a status symbol and has incredible value in the collector’s world. Not to mention tasting it, even just witnessing it with your own eyes has become a privilege.

And what Anson just proposed to Mike Tyson was... this bottle of 1962 Dalmore.

No wonder Mike Tyson was like a lost soul, easily taking the bait and effortlessly falling into Anson's rhythm and becoming his best friend.

Although Chris didn't know what was going on, Anson, the master of deception, was simply a treasure trove, with magic always flowing out of his treasure bag. He had long given up on keeping up with Anson's pace; but Chris knew that Mike Tyson was definitely not that easy to fool.

Since the bait thrown by Anson could directly fool Mike Tyson, it also shows how precious the bait is; what if... something goes wrong?
Chris couldn't imagine it.

Mike Tyson was right in front of him, rubbing his hands in anticipation, and his excitement could not be concealed at all. Anson did not have time to explain in detail to Chris, so he could only give Chris a look:
Relax.

The last thing they need now is to get nervous and alert the enemy, and then divert Mike Tyson's attention back to Chris and others.

Anson smiled and said to Chris, "Enjoy it."

Not sure what Chris thought, but Mike Tyson laughed heartily when he heard Anson's words, "Haha, that's right, this is the truth. A bottle of whiskey, after it is brewed, if it is not drunk and enjoyed, it is just displayed in the window to show off, then how can its value be reflected?"

"I hate those who pretend... act... pretend... what's that word?"

Mike Tyson's tongue was a little tied and his mind was confused. He talked for a long time but couldn't make any sense. He couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

Anson guessed that Mike Tyson wanted to say "pretentious", but he was not going to play the role of "Mr. Know-it-all". "So what if I don't know the exact words? What's important is the feeling, the feeling! Right, we all know what Mr. Tyson means."

Mike Tyson looked at Anson with wide eyes, "Absolutely right! You are indeed a smart man! But you are so smart that you are not annoying at all, hahahaha."

After saying that, Mike Tyson bumped Anson's shoulder again, "Mike, just call me Mike, Mr. Tyson, Mr. Tyson, I feel like I'm in court." At this moment, the club's manager on duty appeared again, smiling, neither humble nor arrogant.

When the manager on duty saw Mike Tyson appear in the Anson booth, he was not surprised at all and behaved very politely. Before he could speak, Mike Tyson could not wait to ask him. His muffled words broke through the background music of the club and hit the manager on duty hard.

"This guy said there was a special wine list, why didn't I know about it?"

He came to the fore and brought an army to call for accusations.

The atmosphere and tension instantly reached the maximum.

The manager on duty remained calm and even seemed to be at ease. He was already familiar with dealing with such situations. "I wonder what kind of wine Mr. Tyson is looking for?"

Without talking about the wine list, he went straight to the point and successfully changed the subject by changing the subject.

Sure enough, Mike Tyson jumped into the trap, "Sixty-two years of Dalmore!"

The manager on duty said "Oh", showed a mysterious smile, and a hint of complacency in his eyes.

Mike Tyson didn't get an answer and was getting anxious. Anson's voice came from the side, "So, there is indeed a paradise?"

The manager on duty nodded slightly, "Indeed, there is a bottle of precious wine in our club."

Seeing Mike Tyson getting excited and eager to try, as if he was about to pounce on him in the next second, the manager on duty took the lead and said, "We just added this bottle of Alexander-Matheson to our collection not long ago, even less than a week ago."

Mike Tyson felt a little dizzy and subconsciously turned to look at Anson, "Matheson? We are looking for Dalmore, aren't we?"

Anson lowered his voice affectionately and explained in Mike Tyson's ear, "There are only twelve bottles of Dalmore in this batch. Each bottle is individually named and has its own name. It seems that the name of this bottle is Alexander Matheson."

Mike Tyson suddenly realized what was going on and said to Anson with a chuckle, "These rich people are really troublesome."

Anson, "Don't forget, you are one of them."

Mike Tyson punched Anson's arm directly, "Haha, that's it, that's it! I like you, kid."

Anson grinned, what kind of sudden disaster was this?
Mike Tyson was unaware of this and turned to look at the manager on duty. The manager on duty did not even wait for him to speak and asked respectfully, "How do you plan to taste it? One cup at a time or a whole bottle?"

Mike Tyson looked around and waved to his bodyguards, "Forget about them..." His eyes paused on Chris and the others, then looked at Anson, "They are your friends? Then let's go together."

"With so many people, one cup after another, isn't that too stingy? Of course it's a whole bottle!"

A heroic and lofty attitude.

The manager on duty didn't say much, "One cup is $20,000. A full bottle is $500,000."

(End of this chapter)