Urban Brewmaster System

Puff... Roland squirted out the wine in his mouth directly, and snorted for a long time while receiving the mouthwash that the assistant handed over, before vomiting it out, his face was as if he had eaten stool.

"This kind of shit-like wine actually dared to bring it, it's really a ****!" Roland cursed fiercely there, using a word beginning with f to make the assistant behind him want to laugh but dare not. laugh.

As a taster, if you drink fine wine, it is naturally the best. You can close your eyes and feel the taste of the wine beating on the tip of your tongue, and feel the taste that can move your soul...

But since he is a taster rather than a winemaker, it means that he will definitely drink a lot of bad wine in his life. This is no way. There are always some very confident guys who will ask you to help. Look at his wine...

This is very painful. Think about it, to become the world's top taster is not just 99% perspiration. It can be said that there is no half of the inspiration. , It is impossible for him to reach this position!

This is the same as the top gourmets, their sense of taste and smell are different from ordinary people, such as the current Roland, such as the old man Yan, that tongue is simply a treasure in the world!

Like the old man Yan, he drank white wine, mixed with water, how much alcohol was mixed, the alcohol content, and what the brewing ingredients were. Basically, you can know with one sip. If you don't know, then take another sip.

And similar to Roland, for red wine and wine, it is also a bite, what age, which winery, which vintage, what is the quality, etc...

Even once again, this Mr. Roland judged the situation of the rainy season that year through a glass of wine...

Therefore, it is conceivable that their taste nerves, especially the taste nerves on their tongues, are so developed. Under such circumstances, if they drink a bad drink, it is really bad for the whole person...

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie, looking like an old-school gentleman walked in, with two assistants behind him. The assistants pushed two small carts on top. There are a lot of wine jars.

In the initial audit, in order not to affect each other's work, each of the five tasters has its own studio, and the wines that need to be audited are sent directly in.

"Oh Master Roland, I don't seem to be here at the right time..." As soon as the middle-aged man came in, he heard Roland cursing there, and he was taken aback, but he said jokingly right away.

His name is Martin, a high-level executive of the auction organizer, and he and Roland are also old friends in private, so he is still very casual.

He has seen this look of an old friend many times, and he gets angry every time the other party drinks bad wine.

Roland heard the sound, raised his head and held his glasses, and then showed a disgusting expression on his face when he saw the shit: "It's you, let me see, you brought me a bunch of **** here again. NS?"

Martin didn’t get any anger at Roland’s ridicule. Instead, he smiled and said, “No, no, for us, these are commodities, nothing is stinky shit, even if it’s not good, it’s worthless at best. That’s all.”

"This batch of wine comes from China. There are a total of... Well, let me see, oh, there are fourteen kinds of wine. There are fourteen kinds of wine in total." Martin said to Roland as if reporting to the teacher.

Roland looked at Martin's face again, and knew that the other party must have delivered all the wines he signed up for, and he was even more dissatisfied: "Can you give me these wines after preliminary review? I drink them every day. These inferior wines are going crazy...Oh God forgive me, look at this one I drank before. It seems to be the wine from that island country. It tastes harder than my Pan's urine..."

Pan is a Labrador like Roland, just one year old this year...

If you are in China, then old friends like Martin will definitely go back. If you have drunk your dog’s urine, let’s talk about what it tastes like, but here, there is no such thing.

"Oh my old friend, that's not possible. You know it. This is our rule... But you have to prepare these wines in China before you drink them. After all, these are highly alcoholic. Be careful if you get drunk. Now." Martin said aside.

"Okay, I know, you go!" Roland nodded, looked at the wine jars that seemed to still have soil, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then waved his hand to make Martin hurry and get out. The blood and sweat of working people make money!

Martin smiled and exited the room. At the same time, he closed the door of the room and brought his assistant to a room on the twenty-seventh floor. In it, an old white man in the same dress was already waiting there.

"How is it going?" The old white man inside quickly asked as soon as he entered the door.

"It's okay. I have given Roland all the wine. No one else knows!" Martin laughed while looking for the sofa to sit down. I only knew it by accident."

"Also, Roland doesn't know that I know this..."

The old white man nodded, and a smile flashed across his slightly old face: "We can't help it, so Martin, you don't need to worry about it. Huaguo's wine is best for them to drink by themselves."

The two were talking, and the waiter had brought two glasses of whiskey with ice. The original mellow wine reduced the strong taste under the action of ice, but it was more suitable for drinking.

"Cheers!" Martin raised his glass and smiled.

In the working room, Roland sat in a chair for a short rest. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he saw the Chinese wine on the two carts. Without outsiders, the disgust in his eyes became more intense.

"Li, I will open all these wines and pour a little, and then go directly to the unqualified!" Roland looked at the trolleys and ordered directly.

Li ~www.readwn.com~, Roland's assistant, was surprised when he heard that, but as an assistant and a student, he had no choice. His salary was not from the auction organizer, but from the teacher. .

So the teacher can only do what the teacher asks, and it has to be kept secret.

Although Li sounds like a Chinese name, he is actually white. He will walk to the trolley and open the mud seal of the big wine jar on the top.

This wine is indeed old wine, so the mud seal is very tight. The assistant hasn't opened it for a long time, and turned around to get tools. In this room, everything is lacking, so there is no shortage of tools to open the wine!

Roland had been there watching the assistant's work, and his eyes scanned the other wines from time to time. Suddenly, he saw that at the bottom, a small wine gourd, which was about the size of a palm, was standing there, the whole body was green and shiny.

There is such a wine gourd? Roland suddenly became interested. In other words, he also thought that he could not drink without a sip, so if something happened, he would not be able to explain it to the auction.

"Li, you take that wine gourd... yes, the smallest one at the bottom, thank you!"