Chapter 1207: Eating a banquet and encountering a Rafale fighter jet
It was only after Zeng Wangcai agreed that he found out that the place where Kohler would hold the dinner was not in Paris, but in Porto.
I agreed to go to Porto because Zeng Wangcai contacted my family.
After fighting on the sea for several days, the American joint fleet arrived, but it did not end well. The United States only sent a fleet led by two aircraft carriers, together with the fleets of Gallic Chicken and Kangaroo to support the British country. The other fleets still made gestures to attack the mainland.
The British fleet suffered a great loss, and when they saw their backers coming, they wanted to make a big move, but their damn father disagreed.
So both sides took the opportunity to calm down and keep some distance between them.
So Zeng Wangcai still had time. He called Mason, who didn't dare to go far at all, asked for Mason's private plane, and took the private plane directly to Porto Airport with the car.
After the plane landed, Zeng Wangcai drove the car. He did not use navigation, but drove slowly according to the direction provided by old Kohler.
It was the hottest time of the summer and the roadside was lined with grape plantations.
Zeng Wangcai passed by these vineyards and felt the sunshine and sunlight. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "This is a great place. No wonder such good wine can be made here."
"Yeah, it's really good!" Zhang Xiuzhi likes summer very much. She opened the car window and blew the hot wind. "In the past, I thought our white wine was good. I drank their red wine these two days and found that red wine also has a unique flavor."
"Do you like it? How about we buy a winery?" Zeng Wangcai glanced at him.
"I can't say I like it!" Zhang Xiuzhi said, turning her head to the side. "I just heard you say before that drinking red wine regularly can improve your health. Is that true?"
"Good fellow, my wife, you're asking me." Zeng Wangcai smiled bitterly, "Who in our family knows more about health care and wellness than you? Aren't there enough health care recipes you usually give to your parents?"
Speaking of the Zeng family, they are all in good health. Zeng Youqian and his wife are still able to take care of their interests, and Zhang Xiuzhi has made an indelible contribution to this.
"That's different. Dad can't live without wine!" Zhang Xiuzhi shook her head. "I don't know if red wine can change his appetite."
"It's hard to say!" Zeng Wangcai laughed. "People of their generation are real drinkers. They don't even drink beer, let alone red wine. And they recognize brands."
This is the truth, and Zeng Wangcai has a deep understanding of it.
Take the people close to him for example, not mentioning the three old men, he mentioned Zeng Youqian, his second uncle Zeng Youhuo, his teacher Zhou Yuanbai, and his brother Lin Huyang's father, etc.
These people who are used to hardship didn't have so many requirements when drinking before, as long as they drank something strong and refreshing. Many of them have set their sights on Erguotou and are unwilling to change.
Giving them gifts, maybe something new once or twice is fine, but giving them too many times is useless because they won't drink them and just leave them there.
They use it for bragging purposes but never drink it. When it comes to eating, they still drink Erguotou. Some people even like to drink a lot.
"Don't worry about it. I have a way to make him drink." Zhang Xiuzhi seemed determined.
"Are you really going to buy a winery?" Zeng Wangcai smacked his lips, thinking to himself that I am not those black-hearted stars in later generations who sell wineries to fool their fans.
“It seems a bit far.”
"The distance is not the problem. The technology is the key. I'll ask old Kohler."
"It would be great if there was a place in our country where we could grow grapes..."
Zhang Xiuzhi's words reminded Zeng Wangcai that our family actually has a place to grow grapes, and I heard that the quality of the grapes grown there is just as good if the longitude and latitude are the same as here.
The Kohler family’s winery is very large. Zeng Wangcai heard that it is not far from the famous 82 Lafite Winery, but Zeng Wangcai did not see it.
Zeng Wangcai is not very fond of red wine. He doesn't like the 82 Lafite or Mr. Zheng's Romanee-Conti.
This may be related to the fact that there are too many counterfeit liquors in the country in later generations!
The car arrived at the gate of old Kohler's winery. Upon receiving the news, old Kohler brought out the main members of the family to greet them.
After parking the car, Zeng Wangcai and his wife walked towards the main venue of the banquet while chatting with old Kohler.
"Mr. Lei, many people have come. I believe Mr. Lei will gain something. Please..."
In fact, Zeng Wangcai and his wife arrived a little late and the dinner had already started, but old Kohler dragged his feet and didn't start.
After a simple formality, the dinner began.
Because there was a salon wine tasting after the dinner, Kohler's family did not hold a buffet-style dinner, but a formal dinner.
Simply put, it's a feast!
But the banquets here are different from ours. They don’t serve big dishes, but rather adopt the system of separate meals.
There were indeed quite a lot of people coming, so three long dining tables were used.
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi started to eat according to the Gallic style, with appetizers and the like, and then slowly started to eat.
As a result, after finishing the meal, I didn't even get half full.
The salon after the meal was more interesting. We moved to a smaller room, which was filled with red wine and the waiters were responsible for tasting the guests.
The guests who got the wine gathered in groups of three or five and started chatting. This is the social life of the Gallic chickens.
There was a small dance floor in the middle of the empty room, but unfortunately no one was dancing today.
Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi picked a sofa and sat down, ready to wait for Old Kohler to arrange someone to come over, as this was the agreed show.
Before Old Kohler came over, Zeng Wangcai suddenly heard someone talking on a sofa not far behind him:
"Mr. Raman, how are you thinking about it?"
"We are sure we don't want the Phantom. You can consider the Rafale, but the Rafale has never been in actual combat. We are very skeptical about its combat capability."
"What a joke Mr. Raman, Rafale is currently the most advanced fighter in the world..."
To be honest, Zeng Wangcai was very surprised, very surprised, to hear someone blowing a gust of wind in this situation.
He looked back quietly and saw that Raman was actually an Indian. Although he was not wrapped in a towel, Zeng Wangcai recognized him at a glance.
How could this happen?
Zeng Wangcai laughed. If he didn't intervene, wouldn't it be a waste of opportunity?
"Hello, both of you!" Zeng Wangcai pulled Zhang Xiuzhi over and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you. My last name is Lei, and this is my wife."
"Hello!" Zhang Xiuzhi greeted with a smile.
In such occasions, if you want to get to know others, it is generally better to have someone introduce you. Zeng Wangcai's behavior is quite rude on the Gallic side.
But when Louis and Raman heard Zhang Xiuzhi's voice, they had no objection. They recognized that Zhang Xiuzhi was the one who shouted 5000 million.
"It's an honor to meet you two. My name is Louis!"
"My name is Raman!"
After getting to know each other, they sat opposite each other.
"I heard you two talking about fighter jets just now. I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to say that. Your voices were a little loud." Zeng Wangcai sat down and got straight to the point. "To be honest, I'm also a military fan, especially fighter jets. This is the first time I've heard of the Rafale fighter jet. I don't know the details of the Rafale fighter jet, but as far as I know, the most powerful fighter jets should be Tokyo University and Eagle Sauce. Now the world's attention is focused on..."
Before Zeng Wangcai finished speaking, Louis' face turned green...Dude, are we talking about fighter jets? We are talking about business, okay...