Romanée-Conti 1945
The surrounding people looked at Jiang Hao with strange looks. They were curious, puzzled, taunting, and disgusted.
Jiang Hao regretted coming here for dinner.
It was just a meal. It was too uncomfortable to be looked at like that.
A flirtatious woman with heavy makeup looked at Jiang Hao with a faint smile.
"Sir, may I ask what your occupation is?”
Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that someone would greet him. Then, he casually said,"
"Can't you tell? I'm a rag-picker."
The flirtatious woman was even more interested in Jiang Hao. He was so handsome, and he was even a junk picker. It was fun.
"Can you tell me how much you earn a day?”
The surrounding people also pricked up their ears curiously, as if they were very concerned about Jiang Hao's income.
Jiang Hao could almost tell that this woman was making fun of him.
The food had not been served yet, so he did not mind playing with these people.
"I'm a freelancer, and my income varies. If I'm unlucky, I'll earn 80 to 100, and if I'm lucky, I'll earn 100 to 200.”
The surrounding people covered their mouths and laughed secretly. Picking up trash could be considered a freelance job?
After the woman with heavy makeup asked this question, the surrounding customers no longer hated Jiang Hao.
As if they had found something fun, they began to tease Jiang Hao.
"Little brother, you only earn a little money a month. Aren't you looking for trouble by spending money here?”
"You're just a rag-picker. Spending more than 10,000 yuan for a meal is just like slapping your face to make yourself look fat.”
"Do you have enough money on you? Are you trying to dine and dash?"
......
All sorts of questions arose.
Although she was very polite on the surface, it was as if she was thinking for him.
However, what she meant was that Jiang Hao was a poor man, so he shouldn't have come to such a high-end restaurant to eat.
Jiang Hao sneered and said loudly.
"What's wrong with picking up trash? Was there a difference between high and low occupations? I don't have money to pay the bill. Can you pay for me?”
As soon as he said that, the people around him turned their heads to the side.
Teasing Jiang Hao for fun is not a problem, but paying for him, hehe.
These people only spent a few thousand yuan here. They were not fools to pay tens of thousands of yuan for the scavengers.
Many people with bad tastes were looking forward to seeing Jiang Hao's embarrassed expression because he couldn't afford it.
The waiter placed all kinds of food on the table and said respectfully.
"Sir, the food you want has been served. Is there anything else you need?”
Looking at the table full of mouth-watering food, Jiang Hao felt that there was nothing missing.
There was no wine in the goblet.
"I brought a bottle of red wine. Help me pick it up.”
As he spoke, Jiang Hao picked up the woven bag at his feet and took out the Romanee-Conti that the system had just rewarded him with. He handed it to the waiter.
The 1945 Romanée-Conti, after nearly 80 years of baptism, had a yellow label and a rusty stopper. It looked like a tattered piece of clothing and was not eye-catching at all.
The waiter took the red wine and couldn't help but frown. What kind of lousy wine was this? Why was he bringing it to a high-end Western restaurant?
Logically speaking, their restaurant refused to take out drinks.
However, Jiang Hao spent more than 10,000 yuan, and he might not have the money to pay for it. Therefore, he reluctantly opened the bottle for Jiang Hao.
At this moment.
a customer joked with a smile.
"You even brought red wine with you when you eat. You're particular about people. Let everyone see what good wine it is.”
The others followed suit.
"That wine looks old. It must be a good wine. Let everyone see it.”
"Yes, let everyone see that this little brother has an imposing appearance. He must have brought good wine.”
"Maybe little brother is lucky and picked up an antique wine when he was picking up trash.”
......
Ever since Jiang Hao came in, the western restaurant seemed to have changed into a market.
The gentleman and lady who had been pretending to be sanctimonious revealed their true colors.
Hearing the commotion around him, the waiter subconsciously looked at the label on the red wine.
Then, he was stunned.
The words "La Romanee-Conti 1945" were written on it.
The waiter's attitude became unusually respectful, and his voice trembled.
"Sir, please wait a moment. This bottle of red wine is too precious. I don't dare to open it for you.”
Although Jiang Hao didn't understand why the waiter didn't dare to open it, he still nodded.
"Alright, go ahead."
The waiter's words clearly fell into the ears of the surrounding customers. Everyone was stunned, and the entire restaurant was silent.
A junk picker actually took out a drink that the waiter did not dare to open. Was he joking?
The customers near Jiang Hao looked at the red wine and gasped.
The name of Romanée-Conti was well-known, and anyone with a little common sense would know it.
Everyone's first reaction was doubt.
A rag-picker could actually bring out the aristocrat of red wine, Romanée-Conti.
Could it be that he was lucky enough to pick up a wine bottle and drink low-quality red wine?
Just as everyone was in shock, the waiter returned with a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man walked to Jiang Hao's side and looked at the red wine on the table carefully. Then, he said impatiently,"
"Sir, I'm the owner of this restaurant. May I have a look at your red wine?”
Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment. He had thought that this person was the one who opened the bottle. He didn't expect it to be the boss.
"Sure, but please open the wine quickly.”
The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Thank you so much. The kitchen is preparing professional wine opening tools.”
After saying that, the middle-aged man took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and observed the red wine.
The expressions on the faces of the regulars of the restaurant became even more interesting.
They knew the restaurant owner well. This high-end western restaurant was just one of his many businesses, worth more than one billion yuan.
A bottle of ordinary Romanée-Conti would never make him treat it so seriously.
What kind of wine was this?
Jiang Hao, on the other hand, didn't care about this. He was famished, and he looked at the delicious food on the table.
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