James burst out laughing when he heard this:
"Wang, don't listen to his nonsense. He just feels bad. The first bottle is wine from Screaming Eagle Winery, and the second bottle is wine from Bol Winery. They are both very good vintages. The total value is probably close to three hundred thousand US dollars.
Already."
"Although this last bottle was only released last year, it was actually produced by Bol Winery a long time ago, but it has never been released. It is of great collectible significance. Basically, the price increases by US$30,000 every year.
"
Wang Yi turned back to look at Bobo.
Bobo glared at James: "It was really a stupid decision for me to call you over."
James showed his white teeth again and laughed.
Wang Yi shook his head: "Bobo, you said you can choose whatever you want."
But Popovich stood in front of the three bottles of wine: "What I mean is that apart from these three, you can pick the others as you please. If you insist on holding three bottles, you have to step over my body."
James and Wang Yi looked at each other and laughed.
Wang Yi turned back and looked at this old guy who was the same age as Hua Xia.
He smiled and continued walking forward.qδ
At this time he saw two bottles of red wine.
The icons on the two red wines are a hand-drawn map of Napa Valley, where the red wine is produced, and the ancient Chinese character "Yao". The design is elegant and simple.
At the top is the word 2009 in red.
Below are a few letters. To be precise, those letters are basically the pinyin of Huaxia.
It's a person's name when spelled together
YAOMING.
Wang Yi suddenly woke up.
"Is this a bar given by Brother Yao?"
James nodded: "2009 Yao Ming Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon dry red wine. This wine is the first red wine of Yao Ming Winery. Only 1,200 bottles were produced. It is not available on the market and is only circulated among mid-to-high-end consumers. Taste
good."
Mentioning Yao Ming, Mr. Bo felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that Yao Ming is not here today. He is the only guy in the entire NBA who can really talk about red wine with me."
Yao Ming also loves red wine very much.
Mr. Bo once publicly said in an interview that Yao Ming is the only guy in the NBA who can talk about red wine with him.
Yao Ming also bought a manor dedicated to making wine-now called Yao Ming Winery.
Naturally, he also gave two bottles of his first product to Bobo, which are exactly the two bottles he has now.
Wang Yi took out one of the bottles: "Then drink this bottle."
James nodded: "Although this wine is not expensive, it has only sold for more than 800 US dollars twenty years ago, but what is important to us is Yao Ming. A group of guys who have been dealing with basketball all their lives, drinking
There’s nothing wrong with red wine brewed by a guy who played basketball.”
Bobo made a gesture of invitation.
Next, with the help of James, Wang Yi picked two more bottles of red wine.
Then the three people came to Bobo's living room with three bottles of red wine.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room is a large lawn, and beyond the lawn is a large area of ​​tall cedars, which looks like a fairy tale world.
On the top of the cedar, the afterglow of the setting sun is like a golden avenue, projected into the living room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Let the living room be filled with gold.
The three of them were sitting in this living room.
There are no side dishes.
Because Bobo and LeBron agree that most side dishes will dilute the taste of red wine.
Bobo took out three glasses, not the so-called goblets.
Bobo put down the glass and said: "Some people think that drinking red wine must be paired with a goblet to look elegant. That's nonsense! Drinking is drinking, tasting the deliciousness of the wine. What's important is enjoyment and happiness. Are you talking about elegance with me?
What to do?"
Wang Yi and James deeply agreed with this statement: "It is indeed true."
At this time, Bobo picked up the wine opener and opened one of the bottles of red wine.
Pour more than half the glass for James and Yao Ming, and add more than half the glass for himself.
Then he raised his glass and said to the two of them: "Let's have a drink first."
Wang Yi nodded and then met the two people.
I took a glass, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.
Then he wiped his mouth with his hand.
He didn't understand, this red wine didn't taste very good, why did Bobo and James like drinking red wine so much?
At this time he felt a little strange.
When he looked up, he saw these two people holding glasses and looking at him without saying a word.
Wang Yi was puzzled: "What?"
James smiled and said: "Man, this is a bottle of red wine worth more than 70,000 US dollars, not a drink."
Wang Yi was puzzled: "Even if it's $1 million in red wine, doesn't he still drink it? Is there something wrong with me drinking it?"
Bobo was a little dumbfounded: "Okay, no problem. I've said it before, even if a guy like you drinks it like water, I won't feel pity."
Wang Yi looked calm: "Since I don't feel it's a pity, why are you two looking at me?"
Then he poured himself another glass: "People like you who love drinking should really try our country's liquor."
James shook his head: "I've had it before, but I'm not used to it."
Lao Bobo also said: "I have tasted it too, but I really can't get used to it."
Wang Yi shook his head: "You don't understand wine."
The two looked at each other, both speechless.
In this country, no one dares to say that the two of them don't understand wine.
James continued: "Wang heard that there are many poems about wine in China. I have never gone to college and have no education, but I am very interested in poems about wine. Please read a few sentences to help you enjoy the wine."
Wang Yi held the glass of red wine and chanted casually.
"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
Neither of them understands Chinese, so they naturally have no idea what this means.
Popovich stroked his silver-white beard and said: "I don't understand what it means, but it sounds catchy and has some flavor."
James also nodded: "Wang, please explain."
Wang Yi took another sip and said: "At the wine banquet, the mellow grape wine was filled into exquisite luminous cups. The singers played the fast and cheerful pipa to encourage drinking, thinking that they were about to gallop to the battlefield to kill.
The soldiers are full of pride and pride in serving the country. They must get drunk today, so what if they fall drunk on the battlefield? This time I went out to serve the country. I originally planned to be buried in horse hides, but I didn't plan to come back alive."
After hearing the words, the two of them pondered for a moment and nodded.
"It has the delicious taste of wine and the sound of fighting and fighting. It is heroic! This should be a good poem in China."
Although Wang Yi explained the meaning of the poem, the two of them did not know much about Chinese culture.
Without a deep Chinese cultural background, just reading this translated poem will not give you such a profound understanding.
Wang Yi raised his glass and said: "This poem has been recited through the ages."

Chapter completed!