When Kim was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that there were two unique bottles of Wuliangye. So he approached to observe carefully. Then he suddenly exclaimed, "Jesus, Mr. Porter, you even own Wuliangye Commemorative Limited Edition?"
"Yes, but I have only two. So I am afraid I can't open one of them for tasting." Conrad said.
"Nice! I heard that the one with No. 0009 was sold with a price of 880,000! How much would you like to sell for?" Kim asked excitedly.
"700,000 for each and the number of them were 0027 and 0029. So do you want them?"
"Of course I want! But I can't afford it. I need to ask my boss." Kim held one of them and observed for quite a while. And then he put it on the table unwillingly. He took a few pictures of it for his boss.
But suddenly, Amara screamed and then the noise of the glass dropping on the ground sounded.
The two men immediately turned around and found that Amara broke a glass by accident. And her fair finger was cut and bleeding.
"Be careful!" Conrad hurried forward to check her wound. He breathed a sigh of relief when seeing that it was just a mere cut. Now he needed to disinfect her wound and bandage it.
However, he didn't have a med kit. So he bought a pack of woundplast and cotton swabs. Meanwhile, he still needed something for disinfection. But it was hard for him to disguise a bottle of iodine when it suddenly disappeared after purchase. So he decided to use the liquor around for disinfection. Then he grabbed the closest bottle of liquor—the limited-edition of Wuliangye No. 0029. He opened it and poured it on her wound.
"Shit! Mr. Porter, you use it for disinfection only? It's worth 700,000!" Kim was rendered stunned. He had seen those rich guys boozing with luxurious liquor, but he had never seen a rich man like him, who disinfected the wound with such a bottle of luxurious liquor!
Amara was also rendered stunned with her mouth wide open. She suppressed her tears. She couldn't believe that the liquor poured on her finger would be worth 700,000, almost half of the price of a house.
"Boss, I am fine. It's too expensive. Please don't waste it on my finger." Amara hurried to stop him.
"Come on, it's just a bottle of liquor. So it can still be produced. But a nice assistant is priceless for me! So you are much more valuable than liquor." Conrad smiled, which softened her heart and rendered her about to cry.
She had never been cared so warmly by others except for her own parents. Her finger stung a bit because of the liquor, but she felt quite warm and grateful. She had just made up her mind to do everything she could as return for Conrad.
Perhaps even Conrad didn't expect that the liquor, which only cost him 0.9, would help to capture her heart.
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