Planet Luo, Xing Zhou Hotel, executive suite, balcony.
Lan Jue quietly leaned against the edge of the balcony, gazing into the distance. He was a platinum member of this hotel, which allowed him to enjoy executive suite treatment at the price of an ordinary room in any Xing Zhou Hotel on any administrative planet.
Between his right thumb, index finger, and middle finger, he held a 65-inch, 52-ring cigar produced by Cuba's El Salvador Lájito factory in the previous era.
This cigar was called 1966, a rare and precious limited edition.
Unlike red wine, which required spatial technology to preserve, this cigar had been nourished in a cigar cellar for hundreds of years, and its flavor was as rich as agarwood.
In fact, its production date was not 1966, but 2012, and as for why it was called 1966, no one knew.
This perfectly preserved limited edition 1966 was worth almost a third of a bottle of the world's king of wines, Romanee-Conti.
Lan Jue had never been short of money, but he was rarely willing to part with something like this, something that he'd only have one stick left.
But today, the tip of this 1966 glowed with a faint red light, burning evenly.
Taking a deep puff, the smoke did not pass through the throat, but rolled from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, then slowly exhaled.
The deep flavor of the coffee beans and the wonderful flavor when it burned made one forget to leave. The entire cigar contained a creamy, leather taste, and was filled with the delicious sweetness of milk chocolate in the appropriate places. It was irresistible.
A strong sense of satisfaction filled his heart.
Although tasting a premium cigar would prevent him from tasting red wine for at least a week, immersing himself in the flavor of the 1966, Lan Jue was still unable to extricate himself.
"Smells so good, smells so good, but it's better to share than to enjoy it alone. Ol 'Three, don't you want to share?" A lazy voice sounded.
Suddenly, another person appeared beside Lan Jue, leaning against the balcony railing, gazing into the distance with him.
It was a young man who looked about the same age as Lan Jue. His red hair was neither too long nor too short, casually draped over his shoulders. His pink eyes were a little devilish, and the corners of his mouth were curled up in a slightly mischievous smile.
His appearance was not as handsome as Lan Jue, but he was very pleasant to look at.
Black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes. He was dressed entirely in black, as if he wanted to blend into the night. Only his red hair was like a dancing flame in the night.
"If you want me to call you the same way, you can continue to call me Lao San." Lan Jue didn't even look at him and just said faintly.
The smile on the red-haired youth's face suddenly disappeared. "Why do I have to be a few months older than you!?
Why am I ranked second?
Alright, Ah Jue, I won't call you Third Brother anymore. "
Lan Jue finally turned around to face the red-clothed young man who was about the same height as her. "Ah-Cheng, I'm sorry."
The red-haired youth waved his hand dismissively. "You intentionally revealed your identity to them, and intentionally waited for me on Planet Luo. What's there to apologize for?
If you want to hide your identity, who can guess it is you?
I'm just curious. You've been in seclusion for three years. What kind of price did you pay for a legend of the mercenary world to resurface? "
Lan Jue took a puff of his cigar and gently exhaled the smoke. He said the four words on the piece of paper that told him to leave Skyfire. "Hera is not dead!"
The red-haired youth's body trembled visibly. He instinctively straightened his back. "Really?"
Lan Jue nodded. "The price of this mission is her whereabouts."
The red-haired youth took a deep breath and patted Lan Jue on the shoulder. "Alright.
I'll take care of it for you! "
Lan Jue looked at him and smiled, her eyes warm. "Is the loss big?"
The red-haired youth leisurely said, "My family only owns thirty percent of the shares of the Tianyu Auction House."
As he spoke, he took the 1966 from Lan Jue's hand and put it in his mouth. "It's mine now. If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!"
Lan Jue's facial muscles twitched. "I only brought one."
"Nonsense, I know!" The red-haired youth took a deep breath, intoxicated.
Lan Jue raised a hand and slapped her forehead. "Chu Cheng, you're a f * cking robber!"
Chu Cheng's eyes widened. "You just stole something from my family, and now you're calling me a robber?
Don't you always call yourself a noble?
How dare you call me a f * cking robber? "
Lan Jue stretched her chest. "I'm leaving tomorrow."
Chu Cheng said, "Do you need my help with Hera?"
Lan Jue shook her head.
Chu Cheng laughed. His laughter was impudent. "That's true. If you can't handle it, then neither can I."
"Accompany me tonight?" Lan Jue glanced at him.
"Okay." Chu Cheng took another deep breath of the 1966 and nodded vigorously.
Lan Jue walked back to the room. Chu Cheng leaned against the edge of the balcony again, the smile on his face undiminished.
After a while, Lan Jue returned to Chu Cheng's side with two brandy glasses in one hand and a bottle of brandy in the other. She placed the glasses on the balcony railing and opened the bottle.
Suddenly, a strong, fragrant smell of alcohol wafted out.
Chu Cheng's eyes lit up. "Ah Jue, you still remember that I like hard liquor, especially brandy.
This bottle of Hennessy XO is not the best, but it's still drinkable. "
Lan Jue smiled faintly. "Don't you always feel that you're at a disadvantage because you're a few months older than me?
Why are you still calling me brother?
Do you think this is the Upper Yuan Dynasty?
It's not easy to find XO level brandy.
X means' extra ', and O means old.
This kind of extra old brandy is very rare. "
As he spoke, he poured about 30 milliliters of liquor into each of the two brandy glasses.
"Give me some ice!" Chu Cheng said as he picked up the glass.
Lan Jue shot him a disdainful look. "We nobles drink brandy after heating it up a little."
Chu Cheng said in surprise, "Brandy can be heated?"
Lan Jue pointed to the glass in front of her and did not speak.
Chu Cheng flicked his left hand, and two small clusters of flames appeared under the two brandy glasses. A moment later, Lan Jue waved her hand and the flames went out.
Holding the brandy glass by the stem, Lan Jue sniffed it lightly. The alcohol mixed with the strong smell of grapes hit her nose.
Taking a sip, the grape fragrance turned into a warm stream and flowed down her throat.
Red wine could not be drunk after tasting the cigar, but it was perfect with brandy.
"It's really good!" Chu Cheng also drank and praised.
Chu Cheng said, "Ah Jue, do you know?
When I found out that a man named Zeus robbed Tianyu Auction House, my first reaction was happiness.
When I saw you here, I was even happier.
Because my brother is back. "
Lan Jue drank the brandy in one gulp. "I'm sorry, I made everyone worry."
Chu Cheng said casually, "I'm fine, but haven't you been in contact with the boss?
Are you still blaming him?
You should know that it's impossible for him not to know about your operation. "
Lan Jue was shocked and shook her head. "Drink."
"Okay, drink!
I'll accompany you tonight and get drunk! "
Early morning.
Chu Cheng left, leaving only a note.
"I know you have the ability to open that lock, but why bother?
Find Hera and tell me the good news.
Bring her to drink with me. "Below this sentence, there were three lines of password.
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