The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
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George Watson’s classic evaluation made the audience almost gasp in surprise—no one could have guessed such an outcome!

All the spectators were eagerly anticipating the next wine-tasting round.

“Without a doubt, the second round of the wine tasting—Mr.

Guan wins!” Director Wang happily waved his short, plump hands as he made the announcement.

A smile of unrestrained joy spread across Hu Qingdie’s face; she had never expected Liu Hun to give her such a pleasant surprise!

“Damn it!” Xie Huan slammed the table hard, loosened his tie, and then shouted, “Quiet!

I can’t bully an inexperienced farmer, can I?

The next round—I won’t let you win again!

Stupid country hound!”

Liu Hun’s lips curled into a smile; he had a mental ledger completely filled with Xie Huan’s accounts.

The louder Xie Huan boasted now, the more he would be humbled when they settled the score later.

The third round began!

“Bastu!” Liu Hun tasted the third cup of wine, then gave his answer straightforwardly.

“Humph!

I also say it’s Bastu!” Xie Huan arrogantly declared, his head held high.

He didn’t believe Liu Hun truly had the expertise; to him, Liu Hun had just been lucky in the previous rounds, and he was not going to lose again!

“So, can the two of you elaborate, Director Xie, Mr.

Guan?

Who would like to go first?” Director Wang politely asked both men.

Xie Huan immediately seized the opportunity to speak, “I’ll go first!”

Liu Hun offered his usual calm response, “If you’re foolish, you go first.”

Xie Huan glared at Liu Hun irately and then confidently said, “This glass is a 1962 Bastu.

Its aroma is rich and complete—the wine is well-balanced, delicate yet robust, with a plethora of rich scents, including mature black currant, pear, tobacco, and mint, and underlying hints of blackberry, dark plum, cream, and sweet black currant.

This glass in my hand…

has a pronounced aroma of black truffle!

It must be a fine wine that met black truffles.

Though the tannins are quite strong, the texture is as smooth as silk, the finish is elusive, the taste is expansive, demonstrating the dominant personality of this wine.”

Continuing his elaboration, Xie Huan added, “Petrus currently stands above all other Bordeaux wines in terms of both quality and price, rightfully earning the title of King of Kings.

Suitable pairings include: roasted beef, lamb shank, goose, or pheasant.

In Europe, a restaurant without Petrus is not considered a high-end establishment.”

This time, like a male monkey that had completed mating in a matter of seconds, every single hair on Xie Huan’s body revealed premature pride.

He truly didn’t believe Liu Hun could guess correctly again.

He’s been to Europe?!

No way it seems like it!

With such a comprehensive elaboration this round, Liu Hun might not stand a chance, right?

Huang Zishan was so worried—her two fingers twisted together, twisting and turning, just waiting for Liu Hun to speak.

And just like Huang Zishan twisting her fingers in her heart, so was Hu Qingdie.

She hadn’t expected this old witch to be so capable that in just a few short years, she had transformed Xie Huan, once conceited and arrogant, into someone with a semblance of genuine substance.

“Mr.

Guan, your elaboration, please?” Director Wang, seeing Liu Hun’s prolonged silence, asked him.

Just as Xie Huan was about to scoff at Liu Hun, Liu Hun’s lips curved upward as he said, “I’m just wondering…

how long this barrel of wine has been drifting at sea…”

This seemingly nonsensical remark stunned those around.

What was he talking about?

Drifting at sea?

How sideways does one’s thought process have to run to get there?

Had it not been for Liu Hun’s near-perfect performance in the first two rounds, people would have already started scoffing.

“Wait, and you will know.

You’ll find out how long you’ll be wading in a pool of vomit!

Stop pretending to be an elephant with a garlic clove in your snout!

I don’t believe you can come up with anything substantial,” Xie Huan said viciously to Liu Hun, eager for him to make a spectacle of himself—he wanted revenge, fierce revenge!

Liu Hun glanced at Xie Huan as if looking at a lump of dung and then slowly began to speak, “This malnourished guy mostly got it right this time.

But he missed the core part!”

Wrong?

What exactly was the mistake?

Everyone in the room perked up their ears, waiting for Liu Hun to continue.

“This is indeed a 1962 Bastu.

However, most importantly, it doesn’t have the aroma of black truffles, but of oak!

Yet, the oak in this glass of Bastu seems profound and distant.

Therefore, it isn’t something that can be achieved through artificial processing.

The only possibility…” Liu Hun said, swirling the wine glass in his hand as if the wine were being tossed on the high seas, “is that it reached here after drifting on the ocean.

Only under the tossing and turning of the sea could the perfect fusion of the oak barrel with the red wine be created, letting the scent of oak permeate every wine molecule.”

“Utter nonsense!

Complete hogwash!

I can’t detect the scent of oak?

This is clearly black truffle!

Stop bullshitting here!

No matter how well you pretend, it can’t be right!

Absolutely not!” Xie Huan roared at Liu Hun.

He had prepared for this day for many years, solely to win over Hu Qingdie and to redeem his past humiliations.

How could he keep his reputation within the Group if he lost to a smelly farmer hound?!

Xie Huan kept babbling, but George Watson was the ultimate decider.

Everyone in the grand hall turned their attention to George Watson, who then wore a strange expression that no one could understand and asked Liu Hun, “Mr.

Guan, Director Xie is correct, the third barrel of wine indeed has a strong black truffle taste.”

Blind me!

Turned around after all!

Come on Liu Hun, pay some attention!

How could you let that malnourished fellow beat you!

Huang Zishan’s lower lip was nearly bitten through.

And Hu Qingdie was also all tied up in knots, truly worried that Liu Hun would leave an impression of being dead drunk and spewing alcohol in the directors’ minds, which would predictably spell doom for the collaboration with Wanbao Village.

The audience on site, however, had mixed reactions; some were disappointed while others were delighted, all hoping for the exciting duel to continue and to see the victor between the drunken fool and the hero cosseting the beauty.

“Did you hear that?

Did you hear that?

You stinking peasant!

Let me tell you, if you step in dog shit enough times, it’ll eventually get all over your own face!” Xie Huan felt unbelievably satisfied, waving his hand as he spoke, “Next round!”

“Wait a moment!” George Watson suddenly interrupted Xie Huan.

“Mr.

George, what do you want to say?

Just pronounce me the winner and we can be done with it!” Xie Huan said impatiently, feeling like this foreigner was just doing the most pointless things.

George Watson completely ignored Xie Huan and instead turned to Liu Hun, asking, “Mr.

Guan, I would like to hear your opinion of the taste of black truffle.”

Suddenly, everyone on site held their breath, not anticipating this twist!

They all listened intently to what Liu Hun would say.

“My opinion is… don’t let the barrel drift at sea too long,” Liu Hun simply stated.

His words were once again cryptic as if, while the previous statement had the audience’s appetite hanging by their hearts, this one left them hanging by their throats!

“Explain!” Liu Hun said, flicking the wine glass with his finger and continued to speak, “The taste in the wine isn’t black truffle, but the flavor produced by the combination of oak and seawater.

An oak barrel filled with Bastu accidentally fell into the sea and after drifting for a long time, the taste of seawater infiltrated the oak barrel and into the wine.

And then… you all fished it up!”

“Oh!

My God!

Mr.

Guan!

Your taste buds were truly made for red wine, your discernment is indeed…

stunning!

I even doubt that beneath your Eastern face, there is the visage of the world’s top wine taster!

Apart from my teacher, you are the second person to make me submit!

You rightfully won this round!” George Watson felt he couldn’t find the right words to praise him, believing he could talk day and night in French, but in Chinese, this was the best he could express.

A god-like twist!

Nobody expected that George Watson, who just a few seconds ago had sided with Xie Huan, would, in a short amount of time, offer Liu Hun an unrivaled burst of admiration!

“Impossible!

Impossible!

How could this bumpkin, this stinking farmer, get it right every time!

I don’t believe it!

I refuse to believe it!

I still have a chance!

I must not lose again!” Xie Huan clenched his teeth hard, his hateful eyes almost bleeding as he stared at Liu Hun, unwilling to tolerate his home turf becoming a stage for a country mutt to show off and act tough!

Never!

Hu Qingdie and Huang Zishan almost simultaneously shouted out in excitement, except Hu Qingdie did so internally, while Huang Zishan shouted out loud, not caring about the glances of those around her, even hoping others would know of her connection to Liu Hun!

Just because she can!

“Start!

The fourth round!

Everybody shut the hell up!

Don’t disturb my performance!” Xie Huan roared at the murmuring crowd around him, offending quite a few people.

But he didn’t care; at the whole group, only Hu Qingdie and Xie Dan ranked above him; no one dared to provoke him.

The fourth round officially began!

Xie Huan knew if he lost one more round, he’d be completely done for, having to down all the wine on site, enough to get even a bull drunk, let alone him.

So, he played his tricks and said to Liu Hun, “This time, I’ll let you go first!”

Liu Hun very calmly picked up the wine glass, took a sniff, frowned slightly, then put down the glass and said, “Baijiu (white liquor), white sugar, and…

food additives.”

“Pfft!” Huang Zishan sprayed out the drink she had not yet swallowed, bunched up her mouth and mumbled to herself, “Is this a night market?” Then, looking up blankly, she added, “This is Century Imperial City…

Pah!

Where do white liquor, white sugar, and…

food additives come from!

Even if the Hu Group was impoverished, they wouldn’t resort to that!”

Huang Zishan’s inner voice was also the sentiment of nearly everyone present.

“What a failed bluff!

At least our group would have a local red wine brand, not resort to blended stuff!”

“Eh!

Maybe Liu Hun is trying to humiliate Xie Huan?

Or perhaps he’s playing a prank on him?

But this is the Hu Group’s turf, it doesn’t seem right for him to say that!”

“This guy probably thinks it’s not thrilling enough, not satisfying!

He wants to drag the suspense to the last round!

Hey!

Look at Xie Huan’s face, do you think he will believe it?!”

“…”