From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Chapter 94: Have to Wait 2.5 Years?

The two drank coffee while admiring the swans on the lake. Whether it was intentional or not, Arno somehow brought the conversation around to the vineyard.

"I went to the vineyard a few days ago to check things out. I was surprised to find that there’s quite a bit of fine wine hidden away in the warehouse!"

At the mention of the two words "hidden away," a flicker of regret crossed Arno’s eyes. He had forgotten to exclude the vineyard when he transferred the estate to Su Chen.

The thought of all that aged wine in the cellar made his heart ache.

People from Gaul are arguably number one in the world when it comes to drinking wine. It’s not just a pillar of their industry, but also a cultural heritage.

The wine from that vineyard, after all, was top-tier red wine carefully selected by the Arno family. The quality was absolutely impeccable!

Su Chen took in Arno’s expression. After a moment of thought, he said, "Mr. Arno, there’s still quite a bit of aged wine at the vineyard. You know we Huaxia people aren’t big fans of it. If you’d like, you can take some!"

"Mr. Su, you are truly too generous!" Arno hadn’t expected Su Chen to be so forthcoming; he’d thought it would take some convincing.

"We’re friends, Mr. Arno!"

"That’s right, we’re friends!" Arno said, smiling.

Arno stayed for about an hour before taking his leave. Su Chen tasked Jiang Hui with handling the arrangements for Arno’s men to pick up the wine from the vineyard.

He told him to keep a sharp eye out. While he had promised Arno a portion of the wine, he wasn’t about to give away all the oldest vintages. Su Chen wasn’t *that* generous.

As for the Sheep Head, Arno hadn’t accepted a single cent from Su Chen. At first, Su Chen had planned to bring up the matter of payment, but then he thought, ’This thing was originally from my own country; why should I have to pay for it?’

This was why Su Chen had been so willing to give a portion of the wine to Arno.

’You have to give people something in return, after all!’

...

"Are these the Snake and Sheep Heads?" Si Cong asked, staring at the two bronze heads sitting on the table.

The sight made him feel as if he were dreaming. These two bronze heads had been missing for over a hundred years with no news of their whereabouts, yet Su Chen had only been in Gaul for a short while and had already obtained both!

How could he not be astonished?

"Well, they’re right in front of you, aren’t they? Why are you asking me?" Su Chen said, popping two grapes into his mouth.

"I mean, are they real or fake!" Seeing Su Chen’s nonchalant attitude, Si Cong had no choice but to suppress his excitement.

"Hm?" At his words, Su Chen stopped what he was doing and looked over at Si Cong.

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Meeting Su Chen’s gaze, Si Cong coughed awkwardly. "I was just thinking, the vineyard’s yield is high this year, and you don’t have any other sales channels right now. I just wanted to help you solve the problem."

The smile on Su Chen’s face grew wider. "Are you trying to help me, or are you just after the aged wine in those three warehouses?"

"Ahem."

A little embarrassed at being seen through, Si Cong nevertheless forced a calm expression and said, "I’m after both. Think about it! If we ship this back home, give it some high-end packaging, and enter it into a few wine-tasting competitions... with the quality of our wine, it’ll get famous overnight! It’ll take the domestic red wine market by storm!"

The quality of the wine from this vineyard is no worse than Romanee-Conti, you know. With the right marketing and planning, even if a bottle doesn’t sell for tens or hundreds of thousands like Romanee-Conti, selling for ten or twenty thousand should be no problem.

This is pure, unblended wine, mind you. Anyone with a discerning palate would know its value.

If we reduce grape sales next year and expand production, we could be looking at the birth of a wine company with annual sales in the billions, or even tens of billions.

Thinking of this bright future, Si Cong could barely keep from grinning from ear to ear.