Chapter 276 Bamboo Essence
After coming out of the study, James wrote a prescription and asked David to buy the items listed on it. Then he asked Scott to fetch a few bottles of wine.
Once everything was ready, James went into the kitchen and started working, not allowing anyone to enter during the process.
Five hours later, James finally came out, with a smile on his face.
They wanted to ask something, but James waved them off.
Then, James led the two back to Brandon's door.
He gently knocked on the door, "Mr. Miller, it's time for dinner."
Brandon replied firmly, "I have no appetite."
James smiled faintly, took out a wine bottle, opened the cap, and blew a breath through the crack of the door.
David and Scott, who had been puzzled, instantly smelled a fresh bamboo fragrance as soon as the bottle was opened, which irresistibly filled their noses.
They immediately felt refreshed, every pore opening up, making them feel indescribably comfortable and relaxed.
The next second, they heard a thud from inside, followed by hurried footsteps, and the door was pulled open.
Brandon kept sniffing, "Is this Bamboo Essence? Where did you get Bamboo Essence?"
His gaze finally landed on the wine bottle in James's hand.
Brandon snatched the bottle and took a deep sniff at the mouth, then poured a drop on the back of his hand to taste.
"It's Bamboo Essence." He was overjoyed and grabbed James, exclaiming, "James, is this wine yours? Sell it to me, I can spend fourteen million dollars for this bottle."
Fourteen million dollars? For one bottle?
James didn't cost much, and it took him five hours.
David and Scott were dumbfounded.
James smiled, "Mr. Miller, I brewed this wine myself, just today. It's not for sale, but I can give it to you."
"Give it to me? That's great." Brandon was overjoyed, then caught on to something and looked at James in shock, "Was that you brewed this wine?"
Scott nodded, "Yes, James brewed it. We watched him make it, it took five hours."
"How is that possible? Bamboo Essence hasn't been produced for thirty years, and the recipe has long been lost. There are probably less than ten bottles left in the world." Brandon looked at James in disbelief, "You can't buy it even with money, how could James brew it."
It had the same taste and texture, even the captivating bamboo leaf fragrance was identical.
"The fact is, James brewed it. Dad, let's talk about your issue now." David quickly took over the conversation, "Is your issue related to this Bamboo Essence?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Miller once had a treasured bottle of Bamboo Essence, but it was accidentally broken recently." James smiled, "The Bamboo Essence is unique in the world, you can't buy it even with money. So Mr. Miller was heartbroken, couldn't eat or sleep."
Brandon didn't deny it and nodded approvingly, "James's analysis is correct."
As he spoke, he clutched the wine bottle tightly.
"Dad, is it really necessary?" Scott muttered, "No matter how top-notch or exquisite this wine is, you didn't need to scare us like that."
David was also puzzled, "Yeah, Dad, you've always been open-minded. You didn't even care about Seraphina back then, it's just a bottle of wine."
"You don't understand anything." Brandon scolded them, "If it was just about my taste, I would only be heartbroken for half a day if it broke. But it concerns whether your uncle Christian will return to Rosewood City. Christian started building his business in Rosewood City, but he left decades ago and never returned. I've invited him ten times, and he's refused. It's not that he doesn't cherish old ties or forgets his roots, but he has a heart for the world and doesn't want people to say he only cares about one city."
Brandon's eyes became deep, "But for me, it is of great significance. Not only can it help you three brothers in your careers, but it can also remind the world that this is where The Walker family began to build their business. And the way to make Christian come back at all costs is Bamboo Essence, which was brewed by an old friend of his. This bottle of wine concerns the future of The Miller family and the stability of Rosewood City. Do you think I wouldn't be anxious if it broke?"
Brandon glared at his two sons.
David and Scott fell silent, realizing how much effort Brandon had put in, while they had thought he was just being troublesome. They felt deeply guilty.
At the same time, they were immensely grateful to James.
James then said, "Mr. Miller, your old friend is extraordinary. I'm afraid my imitation Bamboo Essence won't fool Mr. Christian Miller."
"It's exactly the same." Brandon laughed heartily and put his arm around James's shoulder, "Whether it's the taste or the fragrance, there's no difference at all."
"I don't know how you did it, but if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been able to tell. Of course, my old friend might notice something, but it doesn't matter. When Bamboo Essence is almost extinct, having such Bamboo Essence to taste is definitely a blessing for him." His eyes were fervent, "James, can you brew a few more bottles?"
"Dad, you're too greedy. James has been busy all day for your issue and hasn't even eaten." David quickly pulled James away, "You enjoy the wine first. I'll take James to eat, and we'll talk later."
James smiled and called out to Brandon, "Mr. Miller, don't worry. I'll definitely brew a few more bottles for you when I have time."
"Good, it's settled then." Brandon was overjoyed and shouted to Scott, "Remember, $14 million a bottle, don't forget to pay James."
James almost stumbled upon hearing this, wondering if he should switch to winemaking. After all, Rosewood City has many ancient winemaking recipes.
"James, this wine is really amazing, the more I drink, the more energized I feel." Half an hour later, in The Miller family dining room, the Miller brothers poured the Bamboo Essence residue into white wine. Initially indifferent, they were shocked after taking a sip.
This wine was truly exquisite, with a clear color, fresh aroma, and pure taste. Moreover, drinking it not only didn't harm the brain but also invigorated the spirit.
James smiled, "If you like it, I'll brew some for you when I have time."
"Thank you, James." Scott was immensely grateful and then took out a check, pushing it over, "It s vonsultation fee and the wine's cost, please accept it, James."
$28 million.
James was stunned, "This is too much."
Scott laughed, "Just take it. If you don't, Mr. Miller might blame us, and we'll need your help in the future."
As James smiled and accepted it, David glanced at his phone and then looked at James, saying, "James, I have a friend who is seriously ill, in a critical condition. I wonder if you have time to take a look?"
He looked at James expectantly.
"Since he's your friend, he's my friend too." James smiled, "I can take a look."
Having just received $28 million, he would be awkward to refuse.
"No need, I'll have them come over." David smiled and patted James's arm, "Let's continue drinking."
Thirty minutes later, the sound of car engines roared at the garden gate, followed by hurried footsteps.
"They're here!" David put down his wine glass, stood up with a smile, and went out to greet them.
James was taken aback, clearly the person coming was of high status, otherwise, David wouldn't personally greet them.
He stood up as well.
Soon, James saw a group of well-dressed men and women and a wheelchair.
Seeing the person in the wheelchair and the woman beside him, James's face darkened.
It was Simon and Sarah.
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