Chapter 3

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In the year 2235 of the Shangyuan era, the first batch of human interstellar immigrants entered the Martian system in the solar system. From then on, humanity entered the era of interstellar immigration, known as the New Era, or simply New Yuan.

In just a hundred years, humans had already acquired twenty-three administrative planets, including Mars and the home planet.

On the main street of Tianhuo, at the Gothic old winery.

The old man left with his head hanging low, while the expressions of the middle-aged man and the young man became even more serious.

Lan Jue turned his gaze to the middle-aged man, "What are the two main wine regions of the ancient French wine from the Shangyuan era?"

The middle-aged man replied, "Bordeaux and Burgundy, with Bordeaux further divided into the Left Bank and the Right Bank."

Lan Jue asked, "What are the eight famous chateaux of Bordeaux?"

The middle-aged man replied, "They are the five first growths of the 1855 Médoc classification in the Left Bank of Bordeaux, and the three chateaux in the Right Bank. Specifically, the Left Bank includes Château Latour, Château Lafite Rothschild, Château Margaux, Château Haut-Brion, and Château Mouton Rothschild. The three chateaux in the Right Bank are Château Pétrus, Château Ausone, and Château Cheval Blanc."

Lan Jue said, "Very good. We mentioned earlier that the Château Lafite from the Left Bank generally needs to be decanted for about two hours. How long does the top wine from the Burgundy region need to be decanted? For example, the Latache from the Côte d'Or."

The middle-aged man hesitated, "This... It depends on the condition of the wine and how it has been stored, so it's hard to say."

Lan Jue smiled, "Do you think you're very smart?"

The middle-aged man felt a chill in his heart.

"You can leave now," Lan Jue said.

The middle-aged man stood up with a bitter smile, "Where did I go wrong?"

Lan Jue replied, "Burgundy and Bordeaux are completely different. Burgundy can be slightly decanted, usually not more than half an hour, and the best Burgundy doesn't need decanting at all. It's about enjoying the changes that occur as it interacts with the air. You may have tasted Burgundy, but not often."

The middle-aged man nodded seriously, "I have learned." He stood up, bowed to Lan Jue and the others, and then left.

The young man who had been sitting next to the middle-aged man also stood up, with a bitter smile, "I think I should leave too. I'll come back when I find a way to drink more wine."

The sommelier looked at Lan Jue, "Every time you conduct the examination, you solve the problem in the shortest time. Although it's a bit harsh."

Lan Jue smiled, "But it gets straight to the heart of the matter, doesn't it? You don't want to be too harsh because you want to maintain your grace. I am a jeweler, not a sommelier, or rather, just a wine lover who wants to drink good wine quickly. What will you serve us today?"

The sommelier said, "You can go to the wine cellar and take whatever you like. Only one bottle, and you'll have to pay for any extra." As he spoke, he placed a silver-white metal block on the table in front of him.

"Alright," Lan Jue stood up immediately, picked up the silver-white metal block as he passed the sommelier, and walked to the back.

He walked through a ten-meter-high corridor, descended a spiral staircase, and after another ten meters, a simple brown door appeared before him.

Lan Jue approached, opened his palm, and the metal block in his hand seemed to sense something and floated up, lightly imprinting on the door.

The door rippled like water, without any light, and then strangely disappeared as if it had melted.

Lan Jue smiled slightly and walked in slowly.

He stood still, and everything around him distorted slightly. After about half a minute, the distortion disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

This was a vast underground wine cellar, with wine racks made of top-grade white oak from the ancient French era of the Shangyuan era, neatly arranged, stretching as far as the eye could see. Large oak barrels were piled up nearby, covering an entire wall.

Even though this wasn't his first time here, Lan Jue couldn't help but marvel. He wondered how the sommelier managed to bring so many fine wines from the Shangyuan era to Tianhuo City and preserve them with such advanced spatial and temporal technology. Each square meter of the white oak wine rack was worth more than 10,000 New Yuan coins, while a typical Tianhuo family's monthly income was about 1,000 New Yuan coins.

Time and space were frozen here. If it weren't for the soft glow from the metal block above Lan Jue's head, he would have become part of the frozen state.

Only by freezing time and space could the condition of these Shangyuan wines be preserved.

Lan Jue walked slowly inside, looking at the labels of the ancient wines on the shelves.

"Each bottle is a masterpiece! Indeed, one less bottle with each drink." He marveled as he looked.

Suddenly, he felt something and stopped, looking up.

It was a lamp, with a dim yellow glow. To ordinary people, it was just a lamp. But Lan Jue noticed some subtle details.

The lamp's glow seemed a bit too large.

A soft blue light appeared around Lan Jue, and he floated off the ground. When his body touched the dim yellow glow, the spatial distortion reappeared.

"Whoosh!"

He found himself in another room, smaller than the outside, about 500 square meters. The layout was almost the same as the outside.

On the walls, bottles of red wine were horizontally placed on individual wine racks.

When Lan Jue saw them, his eyes almost instantly turned a bright blue, filled with electric light.

"Wow, this is the sommelier's treasure trove! Unfortunately, only one bottle."

The usually calm and elegant man couldn't help but quicken his pace, approaching the wine rack and picking up a bottle of red wine. Looking at the white label, he seemed to be gazing at a beautiful woman who had opened her heart to him, his eyes filled with fascination.

He turned to walk towards the dim yellow glow but stopped after taking a step.

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips, "The sommelier might be stingy about it. I can't give him a chance to change his mind." He flipped his wrist and pulled out a corkscrew from somewhere.

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