Little Investment

“You must be kidding, right, Dad? This can’t be aged wine!” Vanessa‘ eyes were wide as dinner plates.

“Look at how colorless it looks, though. It must be fake!” Mrs. Millers accused.

“You guys must not have seen wines like this before. Aged Yan Wine gets this color, and it only loses its color the longer it’s been aging. I think this particular wine must have aged over two centuries. Every wine connoisseur knows this.”

The looks on everyone’s faces quickly changed. Their accusations had just been dampened significantly, not by just anyone but by Mr. Millers himself, a well- known wine enthusiast. His judgment couldn’t be wrong.

“I was blessed to be able to try such a fine wine years ago with a government official, but this Yan wine right here must be finer than the one I had that body and finish tell me it must’ve been aged for at least 200 years!” Mr. Millers smacked his lips, still enjoying the wine's aftertaste.

“How much would it cost on the market?” Vanessa asked curiously.

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