Looking at the wine in their glasses, colored like rose petals, the judges appeared slightly surprised.
For red wine, the deeper the color, the better the perceived quality. In comparison, the color of Rose Red Wine seemed a bit too light.
Only Murray Brown and the few wine tasters who had already sampled Rose Red Wine before weren't surprised. They smiled slightly, picked up their glasses, and began to taste it slowly. Their faces immediately revealed expressions of intoxicated pleasure.
The other wine judges couldn't help themselves and also began tasting the wine.
"This flavor..."
"Absolutely delightful!"
"Truly amazing!"
...
Almost simultaneously, the judges gasped in astonishment, each one wearing an expression of disbelief.
They had never tasted red wine with such exquisite flavor! Not even the best Romanée-Conti they had tried could compare to the Rose Red Wine!
Overcome with excitement, they poured themselves more from the bottle. In no time, all ten judges had finished off the entire bottle, yet even so, their faces still showed a look of longing and regret.
"Mr. Brown, I finally understand why you gave such high praise. This is indeed the best red wine I've ever had!"
One wine judge sighed with deep admiration, and the others nodded in agreement. Not a single one disagreed.
Their unanimous reaction made the many social elites in attendance restless with curiosity.
Ye Yun had only brought a few bottles this time, not nearly enough for everyone present, and many didn't get a chance to taste it.
But those who had tasted the wine couldn't stop praising it from the bottom of their hearts.
The other winery owners watched with growing unease, especially Arnold, the director of the Lafite Winery, whose face was full of shock.
Could the Rose Red Wine really be this outstanding?
"What on earth is this..."
Even Daniel, the chairman of Romanée-Conti, looked utterly confused.
These same judges hadn't reacted this strongly even when tasting their wines. What kind of magic did Ye Yun's Rose Red Wine possess to win over such discerning tasters so thoroughly?
Perhaps noticing the puzzled expression on Daniel's face, Ye Yun walked over with a pre-poured glass of wine, handed it to him, and said with a smile:
"In L Country, we have a saying: 'Courtesy demands reciprocity.' Mr. Daniel, please sample the red wine from our Rose Estate and see how it compares to your own."
"It's not easy to get a taste these days—our orders are fully booked."
"Then I shall savor it carefully."
Daniel accepted the glass eagerly. He had long been itching to try it himself.
He first examined the wine visually, then brought it to his nose to smell its aroma. Only after fully observing it did he begin to taste.
As soon as the wine entered his mouth, his eyes widened, and it felt as if every inch of him—from his tongue to his toes—was trembling.
A long moment passed before Daniel set down the glass and sighed, "Our winery has lost… No… we've all lost."
The first "our" referred to Romanée-Conti, while the second "we" encompassed every winery present except Rose Estate.
To everyone's astonishment, Daniel had publicly conceded defeat to Rose Estate after just one taste!
The other winery owners looked at Daniel with a mixture of shock and doubt.
But Daniel could only smile bitterly. He had devoted his entire life to winemaking, striving to create the finest wine. Romanée-Conti had always been his pride.
Yet that pride was completely shattered after tasting the Rose Red Wine.
If Romanée-Conti was the king of wine—rich, majestic, and profound—then Rose Red Wine was like a forest spirit, bringing an entirely different, magical experience.
"This competition is meaningless now."
Daniel shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"We've won."
The entire hall burst into a murmur of discussion, while Ye Yun, the focus of it all, stood there smiling, upright and confident, the corner of his lips curled with calm self-assurance.
He had absolute confidence in Rose Red Wine. To him, winning the wine tasting competition was already a foregone conclusion!
After the commotion died down, the judges began scoring.
Murray Brown was the first to announce his score. "I give it a perfect score."
Before the crowd could react, another judge followed. "I also give it a perfect score!"
"Perfect."
"Absolutely perfect!"
...
One score after another rang out, and disbelief crept over the faces of the other winery owners. They finally understood what Daniel meant.
The moment Rose Red Wine entered the competition, the rest had already lost!
Though the competition was technically still ongoing, most people knew the result was already decided.
With every judge awarding a perfect score, Rose Red Wine was the undeniable winner.
The rest of the competition lacked excitement. With Rose Red Wine as the benchmark, the judges were noticeably more critical of other wines, and the scores dropped across the board.
Audience discussions mostly revolved around Rose Red Wine. Many wealthy attendees who had tasted it pulled out their phones to instruct their assistants to place orders from Rose Estate—such scenes were happening all over the venue.
Before the competition even concluded, the team from Lafite Winery had already slipped away in defeat, while Ye Yun, after leaving the hall, was approached by Daniel.
"Mr. Ye, your winery's red wine is absolutely stunning. I admit defeat with complete conviction."
Daniel bowed slightly and spoke with sincere respect.
Ye Yun accepted Daniel's concession calmly, smiling as he said, "To be honest, Romanée-Conti also impressed me greatly. Your winery's ability to produce such a high-quality red wine is truly admirable."
"No need to comfort me, Mr. Ye. How can our wine possibly compare to yours?"
Daniel smiled wryly, his face full of self-mockery.
Unlike Arnold, Daniel knew how to accept defeat gracefully. A loss was a loss. Besides, he didn't care much for the title of wine king—such recognition held little real meaning for Romanée-Conti.
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