"When did Lafite start selling a box set?"
Wang Han drank quite a bit of Lafite and Penfolds on a regular basis.
Occasionally, he would even splurge on a bottle of Romanée-Conti.
But Wang Han had never seen a gift set like this before.
Just by looking at it, he knew it had to be expensive.
"This is a limited-edition collector’s set that Lafite released in 2018. It features ten of their most outstanding vintages since 1986, including three perfect-score years—1986, 1996, and 2003. Only 88 sets were released, and I remember them going for 240,000 at auction."
Fu Songyang chimed in, answering the question for Qi Sheng.
"Ah Sheng, you really went all out! Let me see what a perfect-score Lafite is all about!"
Despite his words, Wang Han’s hands moved quickly, picking out the three bottles of the perfect-score vintages.
"As long as you can finish it, there’s plenty more at home."
Qi Sheng hadn’t bought too many—just 40 sets, which he’d tossed in his wine cellar.
He’d drink a bottle or two with his girlfriends on a whim or serve them to friends.
At less than 30,000 a bottle, Lafite was a real bargain compared to Romanée-Conti, which could easily cost over 100,000.
Soon, the kitchen staff began to serve the dishes.
Sautéed finless eel, matsutake and chicken soup, lychee lobster balls, flash-fried grouper with hot oil, braised beef with satay sauce, two kinds of vegetables in superior broth, sauce-grilled cod, vegetarian assorted fried rice...
A state-banquet level grandmaster chef was at work, and naturally, Wang Han and the others were completely won over.
Although the quality felt similar to what they’d had at Zifei.
But they couldn’t deny that this meal brought together the best of the Eight Great Cuisines of China.
It was a creative fusion that drew from a wide range of culinary traditions.
"Ah Sheng, your chef is incredible! Can you ask him if he has any fellow apprentices? If their skills are comparable to his, I’d offer them a 5 million annual salary!"
Wang Han thought of his own cook, who wasn’t even worthy of being an apprentice to Qi Sheng’s chef.
"Five million?"
Qi Sheng smiled and shook his head. "If he opened his own restaurant, he’d make much more than that."
"That’s true."
Wang Han gave up hope.
If the salary was over 5 million, he might as well just eat at Zifei and Yu Tu more often.
After all, he felt the head chefs at those two restaurants were about on par with Qi Sheng’s private chef.
But that was just their perception.
Without a system buff, Zhou Yang and the others were only at the Master Level, a full tier below Lin Rong.
After dinner, Qi Sheng had some tea with them before having Tang De show them to their rooms to rest.
The villa’s first floor was all guest rooms.
The maids, gardeners, and chefs who served the family all lived here.
When guests came, they naturally stayed on this floor as well.
Even the guest rooms had their own private bathrooms and were cleaned regularly.
"We’re both rich, but the gap between us is just ridiculous!"
Wang Han couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh as he watched Tang De turn and leave.
Technically speaking, his own net worth was in the tens of billions.
But for him to be as extravagant as Qi Sheng—hiring a dozen chefs and more than thirty maids to serve him...
Putting aside the question of whether it was wasteful...
The annual expenses alone would be over a hundred million.


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