Chapter 754: Go to the Cubicle for Communication

Wang Dadong spoke as if he were a wine expert.

Listening to Wang Dadong, fine beads of sweat appeared on Fang Hua's forehead. He had thought that these people were just country bumpkin students who knew nothing about wine, so he had filled two bottles of domestic Great Wall dry red (not Black Great Wall dry red, just a random name; please, dear readers, do not take it seriously, Great Wall dry red is actually quite decent, (*^__^*) heehee…) with water and labeled them as '82 vintages to pose as expensive wines, hoping to show off in front of Zheng Chuchu and perhaps deepen their relationship later on.

Sure enough, those students, blissfully unaware of the real value of their fifty-yuan liquor, were intoxicated, marveling and voicing how truly different good wine tasted.

But little did he dream that Wang Dadong would be so knowledgeable about wine, recognizing the true value of the two bottles without even tasting them.