Sitting in the best western restaurant in New York, looking out of the window at the scenery of New York, Zhao Bin and Xia Ling held their glasses and tasted the few bottles of red wine that the restaurant treasured.

Xia Ling holds the wine cup gracefully. She gently wipes her sexy red lips, savors the wine slowly and nods slightly. "Yes, there are hundreds of thousands of strange bottles."

"Okay, I don't feel as mellow as I thought, but it's much better than those so-called collections."

"You know, besides its texture, many red wines also have brand operation."

"Well, for example, some domestic brands may have the same quality...