"Your turn!"
While the wine was breathing, Clarence turned to Ye Yun, eyes brimming with provocation.
Ye Yun responded with a calm smile. He casually took out his wine, uncorked it with a bottle opener, and poured it into the decanter.
As the wine flowed, there was no wafting aroma, and the liquid wasn't as richly red and pure as the Lafite. On the contrary, it appeared a bit pale—almost like rose petals?
That was everyone's first impression: in short, disappointing.
"This is the wine you claim to be better than Lafite? Just look at that color—was it even aged for more than a year?"
Clarence could barely suppress a laugh, mocking openly now. He felt more convinced than ever that opening his own wine had been a complete waste.
"Whether it's good or not is up to Mr. Hilton to decide after tasting,"
Ye Yun replied smoothly. His demeanor was poised and elegant—he looked more like the heir of a great winery than Clarence himself.
"Let's see how long you can keep up the act."
Clarence ground his teeth in fury, hatred for Ye Yun boiling in his chest. Still, he poured a glass and personally handed it to Asher Hilton.
"Uncle Asher, please give it a try."
Asher Hilton knew there was no avoiding this now. He nodded, took the glass, swirled it gently, and took a sip.
All eyes watched in tense silence. Some even swallowed nervously.
As the wine touched his lips, a look of bliss spread across Asher Hilton's face.
"This is excellent! The best red wine I've had in years!"
The Lafite from 1982 was legendary in every sense—its craftsmanship and taste were top-tier, a truly ultra-premium wine. Sadly, such vintages had never returned. Most "1982 Lafite" bottles nowadays barely touched that gold standard.
But this one—this was the real deal, genuinely bottled in 1982!
Asher's glowing praise left no room for doubt in the crowd. Everyone assumed the outcome was decided. No one had ever expected Ye Yun could compete.
It was like a car race: one side brought a ferocious Formula 1 beast, and the other a pastel-pink Chery QQ with heart stickers. How could that be a match?
Only one person disagreed.
Ivanka had been a little nervous. But seeing the quiet confidence on Ye Yun's face—and recalling the taste of the rosé she once tried—she relaxed again.
Ye Yun waited patiently for Asher Hilton to finish tasting the Lafite before pouring a glass of his own wine.
"Mr. Hilton, please try the red wine from our estate."
Ye Yun's smile radiated absolute confidence.
The grace in his gesture made Asher glance at him again. He took the glass, gave it a sniff, then politely asked,
"What is this wine called?"
"Rose Lover."
"Fitting name."
Asher looked at the wine, its hue like delicate rose petals, and chuckled softly. Then he raised the glass and drank.
The moment the wine touched his tongue, a sublime sensation bloomed across his palate.
The seductive notes hidden within the liquid unfurled like a rose in full bloom, flooding his senses and capturing his heart.
He stood there in silence, eyes closed, savoring the experience, lost in the moment.
Only after a long pause did he open his eyes. Looking deeply at Ye Yun, he repeated the same words:
"Rose Lover. A perfect name."
Though the sentence was the same, his tone was completely different—this time, it was full of awe.
But his reaction confused the crowd. What just happened?
Clarence, on the other hand, felt a sudden unease rising inside him. He couldn't help asking:
"Uncle Asher, which wine is better?"
He voiced what everyone was thinking—after all, they were dying to know which wine had won.
To everyone's surprise, Asher Hilton hesitated. Then he said,
"I think it's impossible to declare a winner. Both wines are exceptional and truly outstanding."
"Let's leave it at that. Everyone is welcome to try both bottles for themselves. I have something to attend to and will step away."
And with that, Asher Hilton left the ballroom, leaving the guests to exchange bewildered glances.
"How is that possible?!"
Clarence's face twisted in disbelief. He looked utterly crushed.
Ye Yun, meanwhile, remained composed—as if Asher's verdict had been expected all along.
He understood perfectly: Asher Hilton had long been close with the Lafite estate's board. Naturally, he couldn't publicly declare a lesser-known rosé superior to Lafite.
But Ye Yun knew—he had won.
His Rose Lover might be a Chery QQ, but it came with a turbine jet engine under the hood.
After Asher left, the remaining guests swarmed forward to taste the two wines. In no time, both bottles were empty.
"This flavor… that texture…"
"Incredible!"
"The best red wine I've ever had!"
…
Those who had the chance to taste Rose Lover all voiced their admiration in unison.
But seeing the darkening expression on Clarence's face, they tactfully made their exits.
Only then did some guests realize what Asher Hilton's earlier comments had meant—it was clearly a diplomatic way of saving face for Lafite.
Meanwhile, those who hadn't managed to sample the rosé were dying of curiosity. What did it taste like?!
Naturally, they approached Ye Yun, expressing their interest in buying a bottle.
"Ten thousand dollars per bottle. No haggling,"
Ye Yun said to one eager buyer, wearing a friendly smile tinged with the sharp edge of a seasoned merchant.
For comparison, a bottle of top-tier Lafite cost just over seven thousand dollars—yet Ye Yun was asking for ten grand straight out of the gate.
And yet, he had still underestimated the spending power and appetite of the elite.
One after another, people declared their intent to buy. The boldest among them ordered ten bottles on the spot.
By the end of the banquet, Ye Yun hadn't once set down his wine glass—and his pockets were now stuffed with business cards and contact info.
His Rose Lover had made its debut with a bang.
"Ye Yun, would you tell me more about this wine of yours? I had a taste, and I'm quite interested."
As the banquet concluded and guests began to leave, someone approached Ye Yun—someone he never expected.
It was none other than Buffett.
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