CHAPTER 1155: CHAPTER 1155: DIVINE LAND WINE

Ye Chenfeng left, but Chu Qingxue was still dazed there.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with what Ye Chenfeng said—eighteen holes, just use eighteen strokes!

But this is golf, not basketball. Even in basketball, the chance of making eighteen shots in a row isn’t high, right?

"Freak!"

After a moment of contemplation, two words slipped from Chu Qingxue’s mouth, expressing her feelings.

The villa hotel was already filled with distinguished guests.

But most people behaved cautiously, their expressions wary, as if afraid of offending someone.

This was mainly because Ryukawa Kumo, seated at the head, had a sullen expression, exuding displeasure, so everyone harbored the faint hope of cooperating with him, which kept them silent, afraid of upsetting Ryukawa Kumo.

At the dining table, only Ye Mingtian wore a broad smile. Even facing a table full of seniors, he was bold and uninhibited.

"President Chu, you’ve arrived?"

Seeing Chu Qingxue and Ye Chenfeng arrive, Ye Mingtian greeted them with a smile, his gaze lingering on Ye Chenfeng for a few seconds.

"Yes!"

Chu Qingxue nodded lightly and then took a seat, with Ye Chenfeng sitting beside her.

The atmosphere at the dining table started off tense, but under Ye Mingtian’s sociability, everyone’s conversation quickly flowed, centering on the topic of the "Asia Economic Forum" soon to be held in the Capital City.

Chu Qingxue and Ye Chenfeng stayed relatively silent, quietly listening to the others.

"Mr. Rukawa, I’ve heard that even your country’s Imperial Family will be sending representatives to the Economic Forum?" Ye Mingtian couldn’t help but ask.

Ryukawa Kumo was momentarily taken aback, then asked, "That’s true, but I wonder how Mr. Ye heard about this news."

Ye Mingtian gave a slight smile and said, "I’m a businessman who pays considerable attention to the Economic Forum."

"Oh, oh!"

Ryukawa Kumo nodded without asking more questions.

He no longer harbored great expectations for the Economic Forum, given the severe losses he had suffered from the recent bet. Such severe losses couldn’t be recovered by an Economic Forum. Moreover, there was plenty of competition.

Thinking more about it made Ryukawa Kumo even angrier, leading him to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Ye Mingtian glanced at Ryukawa Kumo and then suggested with a smile, "Mr. Rukawa, why drink alone? How about we have a round?"

Ye Mingtian’s words immediately caused everyone present to change their expressions.

Ye Mingtian was once again provoking Rukawa at the table!

Ryukawa Kumo was stunned; he hadn’t expected Ye Mingtian to provoke him again.

Thinking about the humiliation from the golf earlier, Ryukawa Kumo felt enraged.

With Ye Mingtian’s confident provocation, he likely had certain expertise in drinking.

However, refusing would only result in losing more face.

"How to drink?" Ryukawa Kumo agreed.

Ye Mingtian smiled calmly, "Japan is celebrated for its tea culture, while our Divine Land has a rich tradition of wine culture. Since we’re in the Divine Land, it’s only natural to drink in the local style."

Ryukawa Kumo furrowed his brows, puzzled, "With the Divine Land’s style?"

Ye Mingtian nodded, "Exactly!"

"Then, please go ahead, Mr. Ye!" Ryukawa Kumo replied.

"Bring up what I prepared!" Ye Mingtian snapped his fingers.

At once, a waiter brought forward a delicate tray.

On the tray was a bottle of wine and two exquisite glasses, the bottle bearing no label, making it impossible to tell what kind of wine it was.

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes lit up, and he carefully sniffed it.

"What kind of wine is this?" Ryukawa Kumo asked, seeing Ye Mingtian had especially prepared it.

Ye Mingtian’s smile deepened, "It’s Divine Land wine!"

The mysterious ambiance Ye Mingtian created piqued Ryukawa Kumo’s interest.

"Please!" Ryukawa Kumo gestured.

Ye Mingtian, with elegance yet decisive efficiency, made a gesture.

"Hmm? What’s this?" Ryukawa Kumo asked, puzzled by Ye Mingtian’s unique way of holding the glass.

Ye Mingtian smiled discreetly, "Because the wine is more fragrant than flowers, we use the Lotus Finger!"

Ryukawa Kumo, somewhat understanding, nodded, signaling Ye Mingtian to proceed.

The waiter filled the wine glasses, but everything was perfectly balanced, just enough to fill without spilling.

Ye Mingtian spoke calmly with a gentle smile, "The cup is full as a gesture, not spilling as a sign of respect."

"Then lightly raise the glass!"

Ye Mingtian held the glass with the Lotus Finger, as if holding a flower.

Everyone present watched Ye Mingtian intently, while his secretaries showed admiration in their eyes.

He recited, "First civil, then martial, first polite, then forceful; this is the gentleman’s way, deep in the throat." With closed eyes, Ye Mingtian tilted his head back, gulping down a full glass of white wine.

The audience was stunned, as if Ye Mingtian was drinking water, not wine.

"Ah!"

Then, Ye Mingtian let out a long breath.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, and his furrowed brows gradually smoothed out.

"As the brows smooth out, the wine surges like a raging wave, clearing all eternal grief and woes!" Ye Mingtian mumbled to himself, slamming the glass on the table with a heavy thud.

His gentle yet subtly threatening gaze slowly landed on Ryukawa Kumo, and he said, "Slamming the cup represents drinking it all, not leaving a drop!"

"Bravo!"

The rest of the people cast approving glances at Ye Mingtian, and the praise poured in like a tide.

These were all worldly tycoons; ordinary people would have been awe-struck witnessing this scene.

"Indeed, the grandeur is high; our Divine Land’s wine culture is vast and profound; this grandeur surpasses foreign red wine by far." Even Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but express his admiration.

"Mr. Rukawa, it’s your turn!" Ye Mingtian prompted.

Facing the arrogant Ye Mingtian, Ryukawa Kumo chuckled, "Fine, then I’ll use your methods!"

"Lotus Finger..."

Ryukawa Kumo exhibited impressive memory, perfectly replicating Ye Mingtian’s actions.

Finally, he cast Ye Mingtian a disdainful glance and tipped his head back, letting the glass of wine flow into his throat.

"Boom!"

But the wine was a tempestuous dragon, surging uncontrollably, erupting like lava from a volcano.

"This wine..."

Ryukawa Kumo’s expression changed drastically, turning hideously twisted. The moment he uttered something, the wine in his mouth was about to spill out.

"Bang!"

Ye Mingtian quickly stepped forward, covering Ryukawa Kumo’s mouth with his right hand.

"Mmm-mmm..."

The ferocity of the wine left Ryukawa Kumo struggling, utterly distressed.

"Don’t speak, take a deep breath!" Ye Mingtian instructed, staring into Ryukawa Kumo’s eyes.

Following Ye Mingtian’s instructions, Ryukawa Kumo took a deep breath, and gradually, the wine’s intensity subsided, calming him down.

"What kind of wine is this?" Ryukawa Kumo inquired curiously, having digested the wine completely.

Ye Mingtian replied with a faint smile, "I told you, it’s Divine Land wine!"

"Refreshing! Just like when I drink on my own!"

"Doesn’t lose any elegance to Western red wine!"

"Exhilarating, this is truly our Divine Land’s wine!"

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The others grew excited.