Thinking of this, Principal Wang quickly took out his cell phone and sent a message to Mr. Wang.
"If you want to drink, send me a private jet."
"No problem, I'll wait for your good news."
Mr. Wang immediately replied with a message.
Almost all the bigwigs from all over the country flocked to Huaxi Village, and everyone wanted to take advantage of the opportunity before the wine was released to the market.
Taking advantage of his relationship with Jiang Che, he used his internal connections to get a batch of wine for collection.
At present, ambergris has not yet been put on the market, and only the elderly people in Huaxi Village have the real thing.
Naturally, people targeted them first, and some bigwigs in the live broadcast room contacted the anchor directly.
They asked him to help buy the wine from the old men and offered him a sky-high thank-you gift.
"Uncle, would you like to sell the wine you have? How about I buy it for 30,000 yuan?"
An anchor stopped the old man and said hurriedly.
"No, no, no, let it go."
The old man shook his head repeatedly. How could he sell it when he hadn't even had enough to drink himself?
"Don't go, sir. If you think it's too little, how about 60,000?"
"No, just name a price, and I promise I won't bargain."
The tourist grabbed the old man and asked enthusiastically.
The boss gave so much, as long as I can buy this bottle of wine.
No matter how much it is, the boss gave him a thank-you gift of 200,000 yuan. What else can he say?
"I won't sell it for any price, don't even think about it."
The old man was very annoyed and struggled to get on the bus.
"Uncle, think about it again, how about 100,000?"
"That's really possible. Just think about how long it would take to earn 100,000 yuan from farming."
The anchor continued to raise the price, but the old man remained unmoved.
"I say, young man, why don't you understand what I'm saying? If I say I won't sell it, then I won't sell it."
The old man pulled the host's hand away and walked towards the car.
Seeing that the two hundred thousand was about to fly away, the anchor reached out anxiously and snatched the wine from the old man's hand.
"What are you doing? You can't buy it, so you're just robbing it, right?"
"Give it back to me and we'll forget about it."
The old man stared and said seriously.
The tourists around had their eyes red when they saw this, and they couldn't listen to anything anymore.
They swarmed towards the host holding the bottle, trying to snatch it away.
"What are you doing? This is mine."
The anchor held up the bottle and shouted in horror.
I don’t know who reached out and hit it, but the bottle flew out.
"Clang..."
The crystal wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered.
The rich aroma of wine spread instantly.
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