"Long, try this, it's my personal collection of brandy, only taken out for the most prestigious guests. You couldn't buy this anywhere else in the world."
Sicily.
Inside a private vineyard that spans nearly a hundred acres.
A middle-aged man with a high-bridged nose poured a cup himself, a typical Italian look, his demeanor exuded an air of gentlemanly nature that seemed innate. His tailor-made, expensive suit was impeccable, and his shiny leather shoes didn't have a speck of dust.
Both in image and temperament, he fitted the stereotype of the Western nobility.
"Mr. Fernando, you know, I'm a simple man, not like my brother, I'm not much for alcohol, especially foreign spirits like this, I'm completely clueless. Compared to your liquor, I still prefer our local baijiu, it's strong and potent."