The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Hello everyone, I am Bolivar, an ordinary working animal.

One day when I woke up, I suddenly found that I had left my beloved Zhonghua. Not only did I change my race and face, but I also came to the magical world of Ke Xue somehow.

After mourning for three minutes, I popped a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

sizzle-

A bony hand stretched out and turned off the TV, which was broadcasting the highlights of Sharon Wynyard, a well-known actress, on a loop.

The owner of that hand is a brown-haired man, about 30 to [-] years old, with deep and stylish features, wearing a well-made and comfortable shirt, sitting lazily on the sofa.

He raised his head, squinted his deep golden eyes, and took a sip of the champagne in his hand, exuding the breath of social animal liberation all over his body.

"Is this Millikin?"

The man flipped through the green card he found in the room, as well as some documents, photos and records, and learned his current name and some identity information.

Bolivar Rosales, a western plate duck who came to the United States to do business.

It's a very, very, very clichéd story.

Relying on his "beautiful character" to start a business, the poor boy just caught up with the good time to make a fortune and founded a certain well-known multinational company.

Leaving aside the twists and turns in the middle of the story, the name of Bolivar Rosales is quite nice.

I can finally get rid of my previous very rustic name.

Bolivar applauded happily, even happily accepting his new name seamlessly.

As an ordinary good young man, he, Li, has a clear conscience and has never done anything illegal since he was a child.

But who would have thought that he would be teased by God in such a way, and miserably won the Ke Xue World Traveling Award.

How unfair!

He angrily crushed the velvet carpet under his feet, which was worth thousands of dollars, touched the leather sofa he was sitting on, then looked up at the French windows of the room he was currently in, and then turned his head to look at the one about two meters high. , a large cabinet filled with various collections of wine.

The most extravagant thing is the location of this house.Bolivar had seen Stand University when he opened the window and looked out.

Before crossing, he came here once when he visited his classmates in Millikin, so he was somewhat familiar with this gate and recognized it immediately.

This villa is near Silicon Valley, at the doorstep of Stander!

Although there is a big difference between the science world and the real world, the housing price has not changed.

Bolívar, who didn't even have a down payment on the house before the crossing, thought about it, tears streaming down his face.

This opening is a natural choice!

I had nothing to worry about before, nothing to worry about.

Think about it, if it is really an exchange of identities, it will really be cheaper for yourself.

Anyway, I'm not in Nihong now, so I'll find an opportunity to exchange assets for cash, wouldn't it be nice to sneak back and invest!

Even if you don't sneak back, just lie here and collect money...

No, no, this is still not acceptable, after all, it is free America, it is too free, it is still safe to return home,

As for what elementary school students?What washing machine?What winery?

Only when you can't think about it will you take the initiative to get involved.I don't have any star chasing feelings, isn't it good to be beautiful alone?

After all, there is no braised pork, boiled fish, Bazhen tofu, duck tongue with sauce...

Bolivar makes weak, helpless, but edible sounds

Just when he was thinking about how to buy a house and build a factory to invest after returning to China, where to find talents like royal chefs, and whether he should take the opportunity to invest in apples and pears, his phone vibrated slightly.

A new text message pops up.

Bolivar lowered his head, and his pupils shrank sharply when he saw the news clearly.

"RC320 - Vermouth."

How is this going!

Does the original owner have anything to do with the winery!

Just say it!

Companies in the software technology industry!

There are so many wines in the house!

This is in Conan, so it has nothing to do with the winery!

no no wait-

Thinking about the good, the other party may not be the Belmode I thought of...

Ha ha,

I don't even believe this.

So, what to do?

He didn't receive any memory of the original owner at all, and he didn't even know why the other party disappeared or how he came here.

In his eyes, this text message is no different from a reminder——