Apex War God Chapter 13: , in peril!

At this time, Fang Xun took a bite and said lightly: "Latour dry red is produced in Latour winery, a national treasure in Gaul.

The estate grows about 10,000 grapes per hectare and produces about 20,000 cases of wine annually.

Chateau Latour was also positioned as one of the five top wineries in 1855, and its reputation in the world is only slightly less than that of Lafite.

The taste of Latour is more fiery and powerful than Lafite, which is very suitable for young people to taste.

It's just that Latour's reputation in China is weaker than Lafite's, so many people only know Lafite and don't know Lafite.

Actually, in terms of its influence in the world, the status of Latour Manor has faintly surpassed that of Lafite Manor..."

Hearing Fang Xun's words, Jiang Yirou's eyes lit up, and Fang Xun became even more curious.

Is this man really just a little waiter?

He's unassuming and low-key, but his words have unique insights.

"That's right, I've only heard of Lafite, I've never heard of Latour, I thought I heard it wrong just now!"

Li Xuemei took it.

Wang Chen frowned slightly, looked at Fang Xun, and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, since you know so much, you should drink Latu often?"

Fang Xun shook his head, "I only know a little about Latu, and I rarely drink it."

"Haha, it's okay, brother Fang, I brought four bottles of Latu today, you can drink enough!" Wang Chen pretended to be very forthright.

"No."

Fang Xun picked up a load of grain on the table, opened the bottle cap, and said, "In fact, I prefer to drink liquor made from this grain, rather than Laferato or something."

"That's right! I'm not used to drinking red wine, but I still love this sip!"

Jiang Dayong laughed and handed the cup, "Xiaofang, fill it up!"

"Okay, Uncle Jiang!"

Fang Xun smiled and poured a full glass for Jiang Dayong.

Wang Chen originally wanted to curry favor with Jiang Dayong, but he didn't know that people wouldn't eat this, which really made him very depressed and angry.

A hanging silk is a hanging silk, and I will only drink this kind of garbage wine for a lifetime!

Of course, although Wang Chen was very upset, he still had a smile on his face.

He put down the red wine bottle with a smile and said, "Since Uncle Jiang likes to drink white wine, then I will accompany Uncle Jiang to have a good drink."

Speaking, Wang Chen was ready to get a load of food.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Dayong took the first step to take the bottle and grinned: "Xiao Wang, people like you who are used to drinking foreign wine must not be used to drinking white wine, so don't waste it.

Also, since the wine has been opened, it cannot be wasted.

You three drink red wine, and Xiao Fang and I drink white wine. "

"This..."

Wang Chen was suddenly embarrassed.

He originally wanted to please Jiang Dayong, but he didn't know it was useless.

"Okay, just a few words less!"

Li Xuemei glared at Jiang Dayong, then smiled at Wang Chen and said: "Little Wang, don't listen to your uncle Jiang, they drink theirs, we drink ours."

"Good!"

Wang Chen nodded with a smile, no unpleasantness could be seen on his face.

During the next meal, Wang Chen kept bragging, saying that he had poached another elite for the company in the past few days, that he had a relationship with an executive, and so on.

He said that he was very excited, as if the entire Qianzi company belonged to him.

Li Xuemei became happier the more she listened, she kept adding vegetables to Wang Chen, and kept asking Jiang Yirou to toast Wang Chen.

On the other hand, Fang Xun and Jiang Dayong were left out.

But that's fine, quiet.

Fang Xun and Jiang Dayong were drinking small wine, talking and laughing.

Even though Wang Chen was toasting, the two of them only made a symbolic gesture and didn't pay much attention to Wang Chen.

Fang Xun and Jiang Dayong enjoyed this meal.

As for Wang Chen, he was extremely depressed and always felt like he was acting like a clown...

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Meanwhile.

The First People's Hospital of Zhonghai City, brightly lit and crowded.

A VIP intensive care unit is full of people.

An elderly man with gray hair was lying in a coma on a hospital bed with oxygen plugged in.

Some instruments in the ward show that the vital signs of the elderly have dropped to the lowest point!

At stake!

This old man is the head of the Shen family, the previous head of Zhonghai City, Shen Qianshan!

Whether it is Shen Qianshan personally or the strength of his family, he can be ranked in the top three of the five major companies in Zhonghai!

There is no doubt that when Shen Qianshan stomps his feet, Zhong Hai can tremble three times!

Also, in addition to Shen Qianshan, his two sons, Shen Guohua and Shen Qingsong, are also blooming in both political and business circles!

So, Shen Guohua and Shen Qingsong are also known as the two tigers of the Shen family!

At this time, in the ward.

Wearing a white shirt, black suit trousers, and short lean hair, Shen Guohua, who is arrogant and arrogant, shouted at the doctor: "You guys should think of a way!

Our Shen family invests so much money in your hospital every year, not to support a group of rice buckets!

I'm telling you, if you can't cure my father, you're going to give me all the bedding and get out of here! "

Shen Guohua has a hot temper, so he speaks without mercy!

A group of doctors were shivering with fright, and the cold sweat could not stop flowing down.

Wearing a light gray tailored cotton and linen shirt, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a fair face, the gentle and elegant Shen Qingsong came up and said, "Brother, don't worry, aren't everyone trying to figure out a way?"

"Think of a fart!"

Shen Guohua roared: "It's been all day and night, these rice buckets have been talking about finding a way to find a way, so what are they thinking of?

If they come up with a solution after everyone else is gone, what's the point? "

"Hey..."

Shen Qingsong sighed, turned around and said, "President Zhang, Director Li, please hurry up, my father's illness can't be delayed!"

Wearing a long light blue dress, with a beautiful face and a cold temperament, Shen Qingwu also had red eyes and choked: "Please, save my grandfather!"

Several other members of the Shen family also pleaded.

After all, Shen Qianshan is the backbone of the Shen family and cannot be overthrown!

The hospital director Zhang Weiming wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mr. Shen, Miss Shen, please rest assured, we will do our best to cure the old man!

In addition, we have contacted some of the best attending physicians in the Second Hospital, as well as the genius doctor of Yaosheng Cold Medicine to assist in the treatment! "

"What?! Contact the magic doctor?!" Shen Qingsong said excitedly.

"Yeah, our luck is very good, Medicine God Doctor just came back from Yanjing, just in time, so Medicine God Doctor agreed to come over!" Director Li said with a smile.

"It's great! It's great! With the magic doctor here, the old man will definitely be fine!" Shen Qingsong said happily.

The rest of the Shen family were also excited and secretly relieved.

After all, Yao Shenghan is the No. 1 genius doctor in Zhonghai City. He has superb medical skills and can live and die!

In addition, countless wealthy businessmen and dignitaries are willing to spend a lot of money on Yao Shenghan for treatment, and even those big bosses in Yanjing are polite to Yao Shenghan!