Chapter 285 Selling It for Two Million

Nathan was up to the challenge, confidently applying his expertise in response to Emily's doubt.

"Vodka is distinct from other spirits; its scent is unique. I've been in the spirits business for decades,

and vodka is what I deal with the most, it's what I know best. So I can tell from just the smell when

the cap is opened – I don't need to see it, and I don't need to taste it!"

"You can tell from the smell that it's fifty-year-old vodka worth a million dollars a bottle?" Emily

pressed with two pointed questions.

"I can't do that," Nathan admitted. "To identify whether it is fifty-year-old vodka, I need to observe its

color and would be better off tasting a drop to accurately verify its authenticity."

Daniel had already poured the vodka. Usually, vodka appears clear, but those with some age – over

ten years old – acquire a pale yellow color. Daniel’s vodka poured out a rich golden hue, resembling

amber, and looked absolutely stunning. Beyond its impressive color, the aroma was also

intoxicating, making people feel almost dizzy from just a whiff. The sensation was marvelous.

Upon seeing the vodka in the glass, Nathan's eyes lit up like a cat that had spotted a tiny fish, full of

eager anticipation. He asked Daniel with a mix of excitement and anxiety, "May... may I smell it?"

"Sure," agreed Daniel.

Nathan leaned in greedily to savor the aroma, deeply inhaling the fragrant scent. “Is this truly fifty-

year-old vodka?”

His question caused Emily to misunderstand, assuming there was a problem with the vodka. She

immediately piped up, excited, "How could this possibly be fifty-year-old vodka? Look at the color;

it's yellow like pee. Only God knows what's been added to it. Maybe it’s mixed with wild dog urine!

Fifty-year-old vodka? I think it's just dog urine water; it's worthless! You wouldn't find anyone foolish

enough to buy it for a hundred million, much less a hundred."

Though Emily wasn't knowledgeable about spirits, she knew vodka should be clear when poured.

This yellowish liquor looked more akin to beer, which is also yellow. And she was well aware of the

price of beer – merely a few bucks per bottle, at most ten dollars.

"Vodka is different from other spirits. With time, good vodka turns a light yellow color. The longer it's

stored, and the better the quality, the yellower it becomes. From the look and scent of this drink, this

isn't just fifty-year-old vodka; it is top-quality vodka."

Pointing to the unopened bottle left on the table, Nathan turned his inquiry to Daniel. "Buddy, since

this bottle's been opened, I'll pass on it, but the unopened one, could you sell it to me for two

million?"

His words left Emily's jaw hanging. She stared at Nathan in disbelief, "Nathan, have you gone mad?

Are you really paying two million for this low-quality liquor, for a bottle of beer?"

"It's not beer; it's vodka. The value of fifty-year-old vodka is roughly around two million dollars."

"Nathan, I've presented this vodka as a gift to Brittany's grandpa. If you're interested in buying, you

shouldn’t be asking me; you should be asking him if he's willing to sell?"