Rural Shennong

The scene of the press conference has been enveloped by the rich and sweet aroma of wine.

Looking at the broken bottle under her feet and the clear red wine, Zhang Qing dared to swear to the God of Light that she had never smelled such a rich aroma of wine in her life.

She wanted very, very much to control her emotions and not to act abnormally.

But her olfactory nerves and her taste buds didn't listen to her at all, they were frantically sending signals to her body, causing her mouth to secrete a large amount of liquid.

"Gudong!" The saliva was secreted too much, Zhang Qing couldn't help swallowing it.

This voice made her face turn blood red in an instant.

This is tantamount to her own slap in the face in public.

Miao Runlian saw those reporters who kept swallowing their saliva and twitching their noses, with a satisfied smile on their faces.

This is what she wants.

Miao Runlian has known for a long time that the European media has been belittling Chen Ping, Happy Agriculture and Punta Labe Manor under the instigation of some people.

In addition, the wine of Pont Rabe Manor had a bad reputation in the past, and she nailed the holy court warrior to the temple, which caused many people to strongly resist the new wine.

If she just opened a bottle of wine, let the aroma of the wine slowly release, and gave everyone a time to calm down, maybe this group of people could really stand it, and they would not give her face on the spot, just refrained from drinking.

At that time, these media people will go out to spread rumors, which will not be good for the release of the new wine.

That's why Miao Runlian made such a scene, intentionally breaking a bottle of wine, so that the aroma of the wine instantly filled the audience.

Just having these is not enough.

Miao Runlian watched many people come back to their senses, staring at the wine on the table eagerly, she released another big bomb.

"The wine is here, and everyone can taste it casually."

"I'm here to reveal a little secret to you all."

"Tangpu red wine is the best red wine specially made by Happy Agriculture for European consumers."

"This red wine has unique effects on the human body."

"If you don't believe me, you can refer to the products of other subsidiaries of the Chen Group."

"As for the effect, I'm here to tell you a little surprise, and I'll give you a little surprise. After you drink it, you will naturally feel it."

Chen Ping was expressionless, but smiled wryly in his heart.

He knew that Miao Runlian was lying to these foreigners.

They have all tasted it for several days and found no special effect.

Miao Runlian was indeed lying, but she didn't have any psychological burden. Who made these foreigners feel so hostile towards Chen Ping and Chen Ping's property from the very beginning?

She is not afraid of being exposed.

Such a good wine, as long as you drink it once, you will fall in love deeply.

Even if there is no special effect, it will firmly grasp the taste buds of consumers.

The reporters on the scene are all from major European media, and their news channels are very well-informed.

Before coming, they also did their homework and learned about Chen Group and Happy Farm.

Some people have even been to Huaguo and used the products of the Chen Group.

So they all believed in Miao Runlian's words.

If it weren't for the fact that they had smeared the black history of Pont Rabe Manor too many times before, and they were too embarrassed to slap themselves in the face, I'm afraid they couldn't wait to have a taste.

Not everyone has strong convictions, and there are alcoholics in Europe too.

Next to each reporter, there is an empty wine glass.

A thin, middle-aged reporter like a hemp stalk couldn't help it.

He picked up the wine glass, got up and walked to the stage, bowed and said, "Mr. Miao, I'm Wagbu, a reporter from Punta Labe TV. May I have a taste of your wine?"

Miao Runlian opened a bottle of wine, "Of course."

Wagebu passed the glass over, and Miao Runlian poured him half a glass from the wine bottle.

He swung the glass twice, then eagerly raised his head and drank it down.

As soon as he drank the wine, Wagbou showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

He sucked it in for a long time, making every taste bud in his mouth jump for joy before he swallowed the wine.

"This is a masterpiece of God. Such delicious wine should not exist in the world."

"I am very honored to taste this wine from heaven. Even if I were to die now, I would die without regret."

"Mr. Miao, can I have another drink? Please!"

Miao Runlian handed him the bottle directly: "Mr. Wagbu, this bottle belongs to you!"

Wagboo was trembling with excitement: "Thank you, thank you!"

Some people are in their early days, and others don't care about face.

Originally, they were rebelled by the gluttons seduced by the smell of wine, and seeing the middle-aged reporter's expression full of happiness and intoxication, they felt as uncomfortable as cats scratching.

"Mr. Miao, I'll have a cup too!"

"And I."

"Don't squeeze, you go to the back and line up."

It is impossible for Miao Runlian to take care of so many people and pour wine for them one by one.

She just opened all the wine bottles with Chen Ping and let these people pour them by themselves.

After drinking, no matter men, women or children, they are all addicted to the sensory impact brought by the mellow wine.

"This is a gift from God to the world."

"Fortunately, our minister didn't think about it and let me come, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Who said that the wine at Pont-Rabe is bad? The man who spread the rumor should be hanged."

The sweet taste and the stimulation of alcohol made them forget the purpose of coming here before, and they wished to praise this wine to the sky.

There was only one person who did not come forward to drink, and that was Zhang Qing who was trembling all over.

She couldn't believe that everything in front of her eyes was real, and she didn't want to believe it.

"Scam, it's a scam!" Zhang Qing shouted, "It's all fake."

"Be rational and think about it."

"Is it possible that such a good wine can be brewed in five days?"

"My friends in the media, you should all know what Hua people are best at."

"What they are best at is counterfeiting, blending food and beverages with various chemical raw materials."

"These wines may be blended with some weird essence."

"For the sake of health, I advise everyone to be sober and not indulge in the scam they created."

The reporters at the scene didn't take it seriously. They all saw Zhang Qing's intentional speech against Miao Runlian before, and thought she was still messing around.

Chen Ping said coldly: "You look like a clown now, you know?"

"I dare to assure everyone here that if there is any problem with this wine, I will take full responsibility!"

"This is the promise made by my Qing Emperor, Chen Ping, a master of Huaguo Bone Changing Realm in the middle stage."

"Zhang Qing, I want to ask you now, do you dare to be responsible for your own speech?"

Zhang Qing trembled her lips, unable to utter a word, she didn't know what she should say.

At this moment, the middle-aged reporter Wagbu, who was the first to come to the stage to ask for wine, suddenly trembled like a man with epilepsy.

The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a "click!"

Hearing the voice, everyone turned their heads and saw his appearance, all of them were shocked.

A flame of excitement seemed to burst out of Zhang Qing's eyes: "Chen Ping, who is the clown now?"