195: Chapter 195 Buying a winery in Paris to keep a mistress

"Difficult?"

Chen Yuan played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of arrogant interest.

He loved these kinds of old geezers who thought they had tough bones.

Since a conventional offer could not break open that three-hundred-year-old wooden door.

Then he would show him a "miracle" that transcended human common sense.

"Arrange for the Gulfstream to take off. We are going to France to meet this tough nut personally."

A dozen hours later.

The pitch-black Gulfstream G650 tore through the clouds over the European continent and landed steadily at a private airport in the Bordeaux region.

This was a land kissed by God.

Grapevines stretched across the mountains and plains, spreading their emerald leaves under the sunlight.

That ancient winery with three hundred years of history stood quietly on the hillside like a dust-covered pearl.

The castle's outer walls were covered in ancient ivy, exuding a sense of weight accumulated over time.

Chen Yuan, accompanied by Victor and several members of the Night Walker Guard disguised as bodyguards, pushed open the winery's heavy doors directly.

Inside the spacious, vintage drawing room.

An old French man with white hair, so thin he was nothing but skin and bones, was sitting in a wheelchair, coughing violently.

He was the owner of this winery, old Count Philip.

A stubborn old man who had participated in World War II and had a temper as foul and hard as over-fermented spirits.

"Get out! I said this winery is absolutely not for sale!"

Old Philip did not even lift his eyelids, clutching a cane inlaid with a silver cross tightly in his hand.

He roared in a wheezing voice while coughing up blood.

"This is the glory of the Philip Family, a Legacy spanning three hundred years! Even if I die, even if I take it with me to Hell, I will never sell it to you nouveau riche with the stench of money!"

Chen Yuan did not get angry; instead, he walked over quite naturally and sat down on the velvet sofa opposite him.

He crossed his legs and carefully sized up the old man who was on the verge of death.

"Count, your lung cancer has reached the terminal stage, hasn't it?"

Chen Yuan's voice was as calm as if he were discussing today's weather.

"The cancer cells have already spread to your esophagus and trachea. Every breath you take now is like swallowing broken glass."

"You guard this three-hundred-year-old winery, yet you cannot even drink a sip of the lowest-quality red wine."

Old Philip shuddered, staring fixedly at the strange young Oriental man before him.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want!"

Chen Yuan did not answer, just snapped his fingers.

Victor immediately stepped forward and placed two completely different items on the antique coffee table between them.

On the left was a Swiss bank cashier's check with the numbers already filled in.

On the right was a temperature-controlled metal box emitting an extreme chill.

"On the left is ten times the market price for the acquisition. It is enough for your descendants to squander in Paris for ten lifetimes."

Chen Yuan leaned forward, his eyes revealing a bewitching magic.

"As for the right..."

He reached out and pressed open the metal box, revealing the nano-serum inside that emitted a faint blue glow.

"This is a ticket snatched from the hands of Death."

"It cannot grant you immortality, but it can immediately clear all the cancer cells in your body. It can allow you to stand up again to feel the Bordeaux sun, and even let you live energetically and enjoy fine wine for another twenty years."

The entire drawing room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Old Philip stared fixedly at the metal box, his murky eyeballs filled with scarlet bloodshot veins.

He had struggled in the business world and on the battlefield for most of his life and instinctively wanted to reject this absurd claim.

But the tearing agony from his body and the extreme fear of death were crazily tearing at his sanity.

"No... this is impossible... such medicine does not exist in the world..."

"Whether it exists or not, you can just try it."

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, his posture extremely lazy.

"If you don't believe it, you can call your private doctor to verify the goods right now."

"But my patience is limited. I will give you ten minutes to consider: whether to hold onto this cold stone tomb and wait for death, or take the money and enjoy a world reborn."

Ten minutes later.

A burst of hysterical laughter and sobbing erupted in the ancient winery's hall.

Old Philip, who previously could not even stand steadily, was now running wildly on the Persian carpet like a madman.

He greedily breathed in the air, feeling the long-lost smoothness and ease in his chest.

The bone-eroding pain that had tortured him for three whole years had actually vanished without a trace in just a few minutes!

"A miracle! This is God's gift!"

Old Philip knelt down with a thud in front of Chen Yuan, tears streaming down his face.

He signed the transfer agreement without hesitation and then presented the old brass keys to the winery with both hands.

"Mr. Chen! It is yours! Along with the thirty thousand bottles of out-of-print collections in the wine cellar, they all belong to you!"

Watching the old man leave with the check, offering endless thanks, Chen Yuan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked at the rolling emerald vineyards outside the window, a satisfied curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Force can destroy the flesh.

But the fear of death can crush the toughest Soul.

This is the most unsolvable conspiracy after the combination of capital and technology.

"Boss, it's really beautiful here."

A pair of cold, soft arms gently wrapped around Chen Yuan's waist from behind.

Isabella, wearing a wine-red silk dress, pressed against Chen Yuan's back and whispered softly.

The genetically modified vampire countess no longer feared the sunlight.

At this moment, under the brilliant Bordeaux sun, she exuded a dizzying, fatal sexiness.

"Do you like it?"

Chen Yuan turned around and reached out to lift her fair, delicate chin.

"From now on, this will be your territory. I am entrusting this winery to you to manage."

"By the way, transform it into our most secret intelligence hub in Europe."

Isabella's ruby-like eyes flashed with extreme fanaticism and submission.

She knew that the man before her was not just the deity who gave her power.

But also the supreme king in this dark world who was worthy of her giving everything.

She tiptoed and brought her red lips to Chen Yuan's ear, breathing like an orchid.

"Not just an intelligence hub, but also your most private backyard in Europe."

"My master. To thank you for your reward, let me take you to taste the top specialty here."

The two passed through the corridor and walked into the ancient wine cellar located more than ten meters underground.

It was dark and cool here, and the air was filled with the mellow aroma of wine fermented in oak barrels.

A layer of fine white frost had formed on the arched stone bricks overhead.

The dim wall lamps stretched their shadows long.

Isabella weaved through rows of dusty wine racks like a black cat in the dark night.

Finally, she took out a bottle of Romanée-Conti of an extremely old vintage.

"Pop."

The sound of the cork being pulled out seemed exceptionally crisp in the dark wine cellar.

Isabella did not use a wine glass.

She tilted her head back and drank a large mouthful of the dark red wine directly.

Then, she walked up to Chen Yuan, climbed onto his shoulders with both hands, and kissed him extremely boldly.

The mellow, slightly astringent wine was passed into Chen Yuan's mouth along with their intertwined lips and tongues.

Carrying the cold body temperature unique to vampires and ultimate temptation.

Chen Yuan's eyes darkened, and he backhanded her against the rough oak barrel.

In the dim wine cellar, the ambiguous atmosphere instantly heated up, almost setting the air on fire.

This kind of exotic, extravagant life was the best reward for the Victor.

Using the most brutal means to plunder the top resources and enjoy the most exquisite beauty.

Just as the two were about to lose control and completely sink into this wine aroma and beauty.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The hidden security terminal on the wine cellar wall suddenly emitted a top-level red alert!

The piercing sound instantly tore through the romantic atmosphere.

Chen Yuan's movements paused abruptly, the desire in his eyes instantly replaced by extreme coldness.

"Red Queen, what happened?"

"Boss, the silent sensor radar on the perimeter of the manor has been triggered."

Red Queen's cold, mechanical voice echoed in the wine cellar.

"An uninvited guest has broken through the outer electronic cordon."

Chen Yuan let go of the panting Isabella and straightened his slightly messy collar.

A flash of extremely dangerous light crossed his eyes.

Red Queen's voice continued, carrying a hint of imperceptible gravity.

"She is now at the main gate of the manor and has directly cut into our internal channel, requesting to see you."

"Directly cut into the channel?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and sneered.

It seems those behemoths hidden beneath the surface in Europe could not hold back after all.

He pulled up his clothes and strode out of the wine cellar.

"Let's go, Isabella."

"Let's go see who on this European continent dares to barge into my door alone?"