The Meaning of Travel 751

"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."