"Manager song, the corners of your oak barrel are damaged. Could it be that the wine manufacturer in United Kingdom deliberately stored the wine in the cave in order to resist the malt tax imposed by the government?"
"Doctor su, it's true." Song Ying touched his nose and showed a rare expression. He said,"The seller said so, and there's no way to verify whether it's true or false. I saw it in nosby, so I bought it. "
"You're really an alcoholic. " Zheng Ren sighed.
"A new 225 - liter oak barrel seems to cost more than 1000 dollars. How much did you buy it for, you old antique?" Su Yun was curious.
"Three hundred thousand."
"Boss, did you see that? rich people spend money like this. Just like you, eating at the canteen every day ... No, you eat as little as you can. You have no taste at all. "
"What is taste?" Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun coldly.
"In - depth research into the things you like." "For example ..." Su Yun said with great interest.
