Hong Kong: Starting with 10 billion

Chapter 334: Conspiracy of Unscrupulous Merchants
Hearing Fang Hexuan say such "shameless" words, Donatella chuckled a few times.

She felt it was quite magical, as she had just met him yesterday, and today she went to France with him, and even witnessed the "male bullfighting" scene just now.

At first, Fang Hexuan gave her the impression of being handsome, gentlemanly, and talkative. But later, because she didn't believe the promise he made on the yacht, she was tricked by him into going to the hotel and being played a prank on him. This was a bit petty and childish.

This morning I saw him again on the car on the way to the airport. He looked sloppy and depressed, completely different from the image of a business elite I saw yesterday morning.

Now he had a conflict with a French nobleman but did not resolve it face to face. It seemed that he wanted to cause trouble for him later. Donatella felt that this seemed a little too insidious.

In just a day and a half, the other party changed several faces in front of her, which was really interesting and funny.

Fang Hexuan pretended to be angry and said:

"What are you laughing at? Don't you believe me?"

Donatella became even bolder. She rolled her eyes and said:
"I don't believe a word of it!"

Seeing that he hadn't caught the other party, Fang Hexuan snorted:
"Believe it or not, a summer insect cannot talk about ice!"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, it just means that a wise man can never convince a fool."

Donatella was a little angry and suddenly grabbed Fang Hexuan's lower back, saying dissatisfiedly:
"You are the fool!"

Fang Hexuan didn't expect this Italian mature woman to use this trick. His lower back was really hurt by the pinch. He gritted his teeth and said:

"I'll punish you by not letting you eat lunch later. Let's see if you still have the energy to resort to violence."

Donatella raised her lips and said happily:
"Haha, you don't have the final say. Mr. Rothschild is the owner of this manor."

Fang Hexuan glanced at her sideways and said proudly:
"I am also a shareholder of the manor, and I still have the right to not give you food!"

Donatella didn't even listen to the conversation between him and Eric, so she said angrily:
"childish!"

Fang Hexuan finally won a game and felt great, so he changed his strategy and changed the topic.

"Haha! I see that Raphael seems to be very interested in you. Do you want me to help you two get together? Maybe you won't have to work so hard on filming for the rest of your life and can directly become a noble lady."

Donatella looked at him suspiciously and asked in a mocking tone:
"Would you be so kind?"

"Didn't I just say that I am very generous and willing to let lovers get married."

Donatella curled her lips and fought back unyieldingly:

"I think you two are the best match. You started fighting as soon as you met. I quite like watching gay sex."

Fang Hexuan was not angry either, he laughed and said:
"Think about it. Raphael is not bad. At least he has money and a title. When you marry and divorce him in the future, you will definitely be able to take half of his property."

For the first time, Donatella felt that Fang Hexuan's words were too irritating. She rolled her eyes again and said in a firm tone:
"I don't like that guy. He's so rude. I still think he's a good match for you. You two are the perfect match."

Fang Hexuan laughed, shook his head and sighed:

"That's a shame. You missed a chance to get rich."

Donatella snorted coldly, turned her head away and ignored the other person.

He said he was tired and wanted to rest, but everyone knew it was an excuse.

At lunch time, in order to avoid the embarrassment of the two guests meeting each other, Eric arranged for them to dine in two separate restaurants.

Perhaps because the three of them would stay at Lafite Manor for a long time, Eric Rothschild chose to have dinner with Fang Hexuan and his group.

The lunch mainly features French cuisine, with a small portion of Italian dishes, and the red wine is two bottles of classic vintage Lafite from 64 and 66.

Fang Hexuan didn't know much about tasting red wine in his previous life, but he could still feel that the taste of these two years was indeed much better than ordinary red wine.

He put the sliced ​​foie gras into his mouth and chewed it slowly, then took a sip of Lafite. After digesting it all, he said:
"Eric, there were so many people talking just now that I couldn't say too much. But now I might as well tell you directly." Rothschild raised his head slightly and nodded with a smile in his eyes.

"Please speak, I'm all ears!"

"I will supply some of the 10 bottles to my hotels, and I will store the rest. In a few years, I will use the media to hype up the 82 Lafite and see how much I can sell it for."

Rothschild was not too surprised, as this tactic was not new to his family.

"Why do you have to buy the 82 vintage? The red wines from several previous vintages tasted great. I can sell you some of them."

Fang Hexuan waved his hand and said:

"I still want the year 82. This year is a lucky number for the Chinese, so it's just right."

Fang Hexuan was too lazy to explain more, so he made up a reason. Eric Rothschild didn't understand Chinese culture, so he actually believed it.

However, no matter how convincing Fang Hexuan's reasons were, he still felt that 10 bottles were too many.

It’s not that he is reluctant to give it, but the production is really limited.

Every year, part of the new wine brewed by Lafite Winery is sold on the market, part is stored, and part is given away as gifts.

If Fang Hexuan wanted to take half, the remaining 10 bottles would not be enough for the three parts to digest.

So, he still firmly refused:

"I'm sorry, Charles, but Chateau Lafite really doesn't have that much wine to sell to you."

Fang Hexuan saw that his plan didn't work, so he turned to temptation:

"Eric, if you and I work together to drive up the value of Lafite, we can not only make Lafite famous all over the world, but also make a lot of money. Don't be stingy with a few bottles of wine."

Rothschild was speechless:

"You don't have just a few bottles here, you have 10 bottles. Where can I get so many for you?"

Seeing that the other party still refused to give in, Fang Hexuan knew that the situation was a bit tricky. After thinking for a while, he leaned over and whispered:

"You can buy some grapes from other wineries in the vicinity and have Lafite's winemakers make them together. You can give me all the wine separately. In addition, you can add another 5 bottles. That should be no problem, right?"

Hearing this, Eric Rothschild's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that such a bad idea came from the person in front of him.

"Charles, why would you expose your true nature for a little money?"

Fang Hexuan sneered and said in a low voice:

"This is not just a little bit, but more than a billion dollars. Would I think it's too much money?"

Eric Rothschild's pupils shrank and he shook his head in disbelief.

"You're exaggerating. How is it possible to have more than a billion dollars?"

"If I say yes, then yes. As long as you collect enough, a bottle of 82 Lafite will be worth more than $ in a dozen years."

Although Eric is not from the main branch, he has seen a lot of money, but he still thinks Fang Hexuan is a little whimsical.

"If you're serious, I can do what you say, but you can't blame me if you lose money in the future!"

Fang Hexuan laughed. What a joke. Compensation? Even if his Lafite winery could no longer operate, he would not pay for it.

"If I lose money, it will be my own. But you have to prepare 5 bottles of genuine Lafite for me. I won't let you lose money. Each bottle costs $60. As for the Lafite with a label purchased from grapes from other wineries, each bottle costs $20."

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(End of this chapter)