Chapter 39: Boss Arrived (2)

Hellen and Ken heard the insults and looked up together and suddenly saw a familiar figure: Bastar.

The person who spoke was not Bastar, but a young man in his twenties sitting beside Bastar. His eyebrows were flying diagonally, his eyes full of arrogance, and he was looking them with disdain.

There were men and women at the table over there, and the moment they looked at Hellen contemptuously, their condescending gazes made everyone uncomfortable.

Bastar smiled and said something to the people on the table over there, and they suddenly laughed.

The unbridled laughter was harsh, and several girls put down their chopsticks.

Ken was happy. Enemies and lovers were destined to get together. Bastar's BMW car was kicked into the air by him. Bastar didn't die, but his arms and legs were broken. It was a miracle to see him again.

Bastar had actually kept his eyes on Ken and Hellen for a long time, but he was afraid of Ken and didn't dare to move.

After that incident, he refused to give up and asked his father who served as the secretary of the municipal political and Legal Committee for help in revenge, but his father severely scolded him and warned him not to provoke Ken and Hellen.

Bastar didn't know Marlow, the leader of the Ministry of National Security, was behind the incident. But from his father's reproach, he heard about the terrible background of Ken and even his father did not dare to provoke him.

That didn't mean Bastar was willing to give up, especially when he saw Hellen and Ken close together with the five little beauties, and the special treatment for all of them, Bastar became even more uncomfortable.

In addition, the men and women at the table over there were also uncomfortable with Ken's wild and arrogant manners, Bastar casually spoke a few words, and someone spoke provocatively.

Bastar was very satisfied. He couldn't provoke Ken, but it didn't mean that Denver beside him could not provoke him either.

Denver was a member of the noble family in the capital city. Even if he was not a direct descendant, he was still a root system of the behemoth of the noble family.

In Bastar's mind, Ken was a complete nouveau riche. His Etiquette, clothing, and manners had nothing to do with the upper class.

"Hey, why are you scolding? We are just having fun."

Hellen couldn't help placing her chopsticks on the knife and fork, she was a little angry.

"Huh, country girl, do you use chopsticks to eat French food? You low-class people are only good for eating dirty lamb skewers at the food stalls. Even the purebred sheepdogs I raise are much better than you."

The arrogant young man glanced at Hellen, slowly tasting the red wine, his words were extremely vicious.

As soon as these words were heard, the five girls were enraged. The two impatient girls had turned back to sneer and insult them.

The manager was not there, and the two waiters waiting by the side were too anxious to talk, their faces covered by cold sweats. They were absolutely defensive, but when something went wrong, they quickly talked to the intercom to inform the hotel manager.

Ken drank the alcohol in his cup, stood up, walked to the arrogant young man, and said faintly, "You know French cuisine?"

"Are you kidding? we just returned from France. We are real noblemen."

Denver was obviously the core figure of this group of people. Ken just asked, and he heard several people chattering and shouting, as if they had been greatly humiliated.

Denver tasted the red wine in his mouth, and did not even stand up, "Here, if I don't understand French cuisine, no one will understand."

Ken sneered, "Really?"

He walked to the wine cabinet in the corner of the hall and took out a bottle of red wine at random. His slouching manner made people scream, "As long as you can tell the origin, year and ingredients of this bottle, I will not disregard you again, but if not..."

As he said, he grabbed two or three silver knives and forks on the table and slapped them. The knives and forks were immediately turned into a ball, like a ball of wasted paper, and his face turned cold, "I just let you swallow it."

This move scared everyone.

Denver was also taken aback, but the contempt in his eyes remained the same, "A barbarian is a barbarian, who can only solve problems with his fists. This bottle of red wine is expensive, can you afford it?"

The red wine from the blue Danube wine cellar was of a collector's edition. Each bottle of red wine was unique. It meant to show the strong cultural heritage of the hotel and was naturally expensive.

Ken smiled faintly, "The one who loses, have to pay for this bottle of wine; you'd better beat me. Otherwise, I will let you know what a barbarian is!"

Denver said, "If you don't know, how can you pay?"

Ken snorted and didn't even look at Denver, "If I don't know the product, count me as a loser. All your consumption today will be on me."

Denver suddenly felt relieved. When it came to tasting red wine, he believed he was much better than the barbarian in front of him.

At this moment, the hotel manager slipped into the room quietly. He had already noticed the scene in the surveillance cameras.

"Now I can only hope God can bless me, that Boss Ken truly understands red wine. Otherwise, when the group of people is gone, I will meet him, however anger the boss is."

The waiter poured the red wine into the goblet.

Denver didn't know what to do with that kind of red wine. He took a sip. He only felt a little familiar. After hesitation, he slowly said, "This is a red wine from French Castel, made in 1998. This Bordeaux winery brand has been aged for more than ten years."

With a simple sip of wine, Denver explained the bottle of red wine in such detail. He was already very good. Denver and the other men and women praised him loudly and looked at Ken triumphantly.

Ken sneered, and slowly said, "The 1998 Castel red wines are not so dark in color. Just by this point, you lose."

Denver was taken aback for a moment, and after a closer look, he really missed the most crucial point. His heart sank, but he refused to admit a defeat, "You know nothing! It is nonsense."

He knew that; his judgment was wrong, and now his only hope was that his opponent didn't know much about wine either.

With three fingers, Ken raised the wine glass and asked the waiter to pour the red wine into his glass.

He shook it lightly, sniffed, then tilted the wine glass to push the wine on the tip of his tongue and took a small sip.

The posture of the whole wine tasting process was elegant and smooth, and the movements were skillful and impeccable.

At this moment, everyone had the illusion that Ken was like a son of a nobleman from a century-old French family in the Middle Age. Even the lazy temperament on his face was vivid.

Denver's eyes widened. He realized even a noble child at the top salon cocktail party in France didn't have this kind of elegant posture, conforming to the norms of society.

"The Nebbiolo was made in 1992, the raw material comes from Italy's piedmont, barolo and other places, a top French Margaret Bordeaux red, mixed with cloves, pepper, licorice, plum, dried plum and rose fragrance, in addition to bitterness, the taste of chocolate. In fact, this kind of wine has another name in France, which can be translated as "lover's tears".

Everyone was shocked. Ken had already analyzed the taste, origin, and raw materials of the red wine in detail.

Silence!

After the silence, there was uproar.

Unexpectedly, this low-level person in Denver's eyes could actually taste red wine to such a level!

Denver's face flushed, and he barely supported a sneer, "I don't know this kind of wine. How can I know if you are not talking nonsense?"

Ken sneered, "It's up to you!"

He waved his hand, and the waiter took out the label and introduction of the wine and put it on the table one by one, and then stepped aside politely.

With red eyes, Denver looked at the red wine label. The label clearly marked the name and year of the bottle of red wine. Everything was just like Ken's description.

The hotel manager was overjoyed. He didn't make the boss embarrassed at all this time. Furthermore, he made him happy and everything was smoothly done.

Ken looked at Denver obliquely and smiled coldly, "Now, who is the inferior? Who is the damn inferior one?"

Denver's face turned red, and he couldn't speak. At this moment, Ken made a lightning move and pinched his throat.

Denver and others were shocked. Seeing Ken's pinching the silver knife and fork just now, no one dared to step forward.

In particular, Denver, who had suffered a loss, was even more frightened and slipped to the door of the restaurant.

Ken squeezed Denver's throat and looked at Denver coldly, "Whoever it is, he must be responsible for his words and deeds. What I said must be honored."

Denver was tall, about 5 feet and 9 inches, but in front of Ken, he looked like a weak baby. His neck was pinched, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't help but breathe in screaming.

Ken looked at him coldly, and stuffed metal sphere of the silver knife and fork into his mouth, "Swallow it."

Under Ken's kneading, the metal sphere was actually smaller than a table tennis ball, but the knife and fork wound on it could quickly pierce Denver's throat, and it was not easy to swallow.

Ken forcibly stuffed the metal ball into his mouth, and then squeezed Denver's chin with the thumb and index finger of his left hand. This deadly metal ball was actually swallowed by Denver.

Ken clapped his hands contentedly, ignoring Denver's rolling in pain, clapped his hands, walked to the bathroom, and washed his hands carefully.

Denver's legs were trembling after this incident. Others also turned pale with fright. It was the hotel manager who yelled, "It's fatal. Call 120."

Denver was waiting for the rescue team, and a charming girl called 120. Ten minutes later, emergency personnel rushed in and put Denver, who was already in a coma from pain, onto a stretcher and hurriedly left.

When Ken finished washing his hands and returned to the dining table, he found that the girls were pale in fright and looked at Ken with a little unnatural expression.

"Ken... Brother Lewis, you are horrible."

Hellen looked at Ken and couldn't control her tongue and said it.

The girls at the table were silent.