The Bordeaux region is located in southwestern France. Bordeaux is the capital of the Gironde department in France and the most important industrial and commercial city in southwest France. It is rich in tourism resources and has many well-preserved medieval castles.
At the same time, it is also a world-famous wine-producing area because of its climate and soil. Five first-class wineries: Lafite, Latour, Margaux, Hongyanrong and Mouton are all located in this area.
Jing Gao asked Dong Lingxi to acquire more than a dozen wineries in the Bordeaux region around 2017. Recently the number has been stuck at 18. There are many second- and third-level wineries among them.
No one has sold any of the five major wineries in the past two years, and he couldn't buy them even if he had money. Of course, he would have people watching here, and if someone wanted to sell it, he would get it.
A convoy of four vehicles traveled through the picturesque towns in southwestern France. Tall and unknown trees lined the roads, spreading large tracts of shade in the summer.
Jing Gao, Ouyang Wan and Chen Qingshuang played poker in the Mercedes-Benz RV in the middle of the motorcade. The loser posted a small note. At the end of the game, he had to take a selfie and send it to any three WeChat friends.
Jinggao has posted three or four small notes. Although he has a high emotional intelligence and a keen mind, playing poker is really related to IQ. He is no match for Chen Qingshuang, a top student at Jiaotong University in Shanghai.
As for Ouyang Wan, she was a socialite in the Magic City back then. Poker and mahjong were all necessary skills for joining the circle of ladies. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
"Explode! Four aces." Chen Qingshuang rarely gave up her quiet demeanor, and like a happy 24-year-old girl, she dealt out all the cards in her hand, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, you lost again. "
Ouyang Wan rolled up her sleeves with a smile, revealing an arm like a white lotus root. The twenty-seven-year-old beauty was in her best years, and every part of her body was beautiful. "Brother Jing, let me glue it on for you." Geez, Brother Jing, it would be fun if you could post on Moments like this."
The bullet-riddled Rolls-Royce remains in Paris. This Mercedes-Benz RV has spacious space, and the interior decoration and accessories have been modified. The three of them are sitting at the small coffee table in the car playing cards.
Jing Gao was willing to admit defeat, and he still had this kind of grace. He asked Ouyang Wan to put the note on his forehead, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wan, you are just watching the fun and don't think it's a big deal. I'm so angry In the circle of friends, not to mention how Mr. Xie and his friends laughed at me, Weiwei must be angry."
Ouyang Wan was so confused that she rubbed Jing Gao's face a few times with her hands and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, it's fine if Qingshuang lets you post to Moments at will."
Chen Qingshuang smiled brightly and said, "Yes, Brother Jing. You can send it to our assistant group. Sister Weiwei won't be able to see it."
While shuffling the cards, Jing Gao said: "Hey, I'm glad I haven't been fooled by you two. One is a top student with a first-class IQ, and the other is a veteran of the card game. Qingshuang, our assistant group is not only Guan Guan and Nie Professor, right? There are also Dong Youwei and your respective subordinates. Altogether, if I remember correctly, there are nearly 80 people in this group.
If I send this out, my prestige will be completely lost. Come on, continue, I don't believe you are so powerful. "
Chen Qingshuang sat on the right hand side of Jing Gao. While grabbing cards, she smiled and said: "Brother Jing, you have to admit the gap in IQ. I got full marks in high math in college."
Ouyang Wan giggled, grabbed a circle of cards, and found that it was the landlord from Jinggao again, "Brother Jing, you are the landlord again, don't call yourself the landlord now, otherwise Qingshuang and I will fight you together, and you will have to fight again." Lost."
Jing Gao said: "How could I not call you Landlord? It must be called Landlord. No, Qingshuang Aifei, Xiaowan, you two can easily get into trouble like this!"
Like a well-trained fairy, Ouyang Wan gave Jing Gao a flirtatious look, full of electricity, and said deliberately: "No, Brother Jing, you are so perverted, you still want to beat us!"
Jing Gao was still drawing cards and said angrily: "What are you thinking? I still have some character. I'm not talking about you being beaten, but you are going to be bombarded."
"go!"
Ouyang Wan and Chen Qingshuang were coquettishly angry at the same time, their pretty faces slightly red. It's just that Xiao Wan, the fairy, is eager to give it a try, while Qingshuang Aifei is really a bit shy, but she won't refuse his request to penetrate her.
Jing Gao chuckled. Unlocking new combinations is just around the corner. He played two cards and said, "Pair J!"
While the three of them were having fun, the Mercedes-Benz RV stopped. Went to a winery in Bordeaux.
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The wineries in Bordeaux maintain the feudal manor economic model, spending a lot of labor to cultivate grapes and make wine. There is also the grand international wine exhibition Vinexpo every two years. and various winery ratings held annually.
The well-known five-level system of wineries comes from the Mecdo classification system of 1855, which was inspired by Napoleon III. In the following 160 years, the classification of all wineries has not changed, the only exception is "Mouton".
In 1973, through unremitting efforts, Chateau Mouton was promoted to a first-class winery and has since then been ranked among the top five.
However, it is obvious that this ancient and unchanged classification system and list cannot satisfy the emerging wineries in the Bordeaux region.
Therefore, there are other rating systems for wineries in the Bordeaux region. For example, the Mekedo intermediate village grading system. There are also official Sauternes-Barsac ratings, the Graf classification system, and the Saint-Emilion classification system.
Among the 18 wine estates owned by Jinggao, there are many second- and third-level wineries established by the Mectoux classification system in 1855, as well as special-crusse and super-crusse under the Mectoux Bourg-crusse system.
The second-level winery "Baron Castle"'s castle Dong Lingxi has been repaired and renovated by Jing Gao a long time ago. This time Igao came to Bordeaux for vacation, he stayed at the "Baron Castle" winery.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Idaka and his party arrived and settled down to begin his "low-key trip" in Bordeaux.
"The company will sue former chairman and CEO Carl Behrmann and director and COO Harold Lynn. During their tenure, they caused heavy losses to the company. They are primarily responsible for the current operating difficulties of the company. Responsibility..."
In the evening, French-language TV station 1 broadcast Zhaoshi Group spokesperson and president Gardner's talk in front of the media.
Jing Gao saw the news in front of the big TV in the living room of the castle, and Ouyang Wan translated it for him. Accompanied by Ouyang Wan and Chen Qingshuang, the few days passed by like running water.
In the thick of night, Carl Behrmann and Harold Lynn, who had been dismissed from their posts by Zhaoshi Group and were facing prosecution and compensation, were drinking in a small bar until midnight.
"Harlin, what the hell are you talking about? The big guys have surrendered and don't care about the lives of little people like us." Carl Behrman cursed loudly, holding a wine bottle, and stumbled with Harold Lynn. Out of the bar,
"Mudd, Karl, if I hadn't listened to your nonsense, how could I have ended up in this situation?" Harold Lynn cursed, venting his dissatisfaction to Karl Behrman.
Karl Behrman faced the street and just finished vomiting. He chuckled and said, "Harlem, don't you want to make money? Come on, let's change places and continue drinking. Can you still drive?"
"Of course he can!" Harold Lynn smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at. He drunkenly took out the key, unlocked the car door and opened the door.
However, what the two of them didn't expect was that there was a black man sitting in the passenger seat. He smiled toothily at the two of them, showing his white teeth, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed Harold Lynn's heart cleanly.
Blood spurted out.
"Ah..." Karl Behrman was so frightened that he was half awake. He yelled and wanted to get away. However, due to his drunkenness, he couldn't control his hands and feet. He watched helplessly as the other party got out of the passenger seat and opened the door of the back seat. "No." , No, I can give you money!"
The black man grinned and killed Carl Bellman with one knife. After disguising the scene as a robbery and a murder, he walked away and disappeared into the night.
The executions of traitors were ruthless and swift.
Jing Gao tasted red wine in the underground constant-temperature wine cellar of the winery. The red wine emitted a charming fragrance as he shook the goblet.
In the wine rack behind him, oversized oak barrels contain nearly a hundred years of wine from the "Baron Castle". Chen Qingshuang handed him the tablet computer, which played a video of Dong Lingxi shaking hands with Chester Flynn, co-president of Deutsche Bank's investment department.
Dong Lingxi, who was wearing a white professional suit with a cheerful face, said on a French financial program: "As the newly appointed chairman and CEO of Zhaoshi Group, my responsibility is to lead Zhaoshi Group to be listed in Frankfurt. We have reached an agreement with Deutsche Bank Cooperation Agreement.”
The female host reminded: "Ms. Dong, your Zhaoshi Group is currently in a legal whirlpool. As far as I know..." She glanced at the information documents in her hand, and then said: "There are nearly a total of Zhaoshi Group's Twenty fashion brands have legal disputes with Zhaoshi Group. Are you sure you can go public?"
Dong Lingxi said confidently: "These problems are all chaos caused by Karl Behrman during his management of the company, and these problems will be properly resolved. Deutsche Bank has confidence in Zhaoshi Group, and their initial valuation is 600 billion euros."
"Whoa whoa..."
The female host exclaimed in exclamation at the right time and said: "What makes Deutsche Bank so confident in you?"
Dong Lingxi replied: "Zhao Shi Group and LVMH Group have reached a series of cooperation agreements. We will obtain the Hennessy liquor brand and 70% of Bulgari's shares."
The female host exclaimed again, "No wonder Deutsche Bank is optimistic about your prospects."
Seeing this, Jing Gao realized that the female host was a "trustee", not a naysayer or someone making things difficult.
After returning from wine tasting in the wine cellar, Jing Gao was practicing calligraphy in his study. He wrote on a piece of white paper: "Zhongshan turns yellow due to wind and rain..."
The tip of the brush traces on the white paper, and the ink flows.
In a quiet night, in the residence of Louis Froude, Minister of Territorial Integration and Local Liaison.
Louis Froude was sitting in his study, rubbing his head.
Due to the failed assassination of Igao, he has recently faced constant pressure from the Chinese embassy. Both the cabinet and the Paris police are feeling the pressure.
Bernard Arnault, Arthur Lagardère, Pinault Jr. and others accused him of being too reckless and asked him to take responsibility for the incident, and they would take care of the aftermath.
Otherwise, it is likely to trigger a counterattack from the gunmen sent by Igao! This is not what they want to see.
"What the hell, these bastards!" Louis Froude cursed in a low voice. He knows that these super rich people and leaders of financial groups will cherish their own lives.
The so-called "responsibility" means asking him to give an explanation: commit suicide! But who wants to die? He remains hesitant to this day.
"Click." The study door suddenly opened.
"Who?" Louis Froude shouted alertly and took out a small pistol from the drawer under the desk. However, his movements were too slow.
Two men in black had already rushed in and punched him backwards, knocking the gun out of his hand.
Ten minutes later, Louis Froude was hung from the beam in his study, and the evening breeze blew the curtains of his study. The body swayed on the rafters.
Suicide!
At this time, Jing Gao had just finished writing the last sentence of the chairman's rhyme poem "Qilu - People's Army Occupies Nanjing": If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old, and the right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life.
