Every Breath You Take

After making sure that Monica was fine and that she could recover after a few days' rest, Roland was relieved and sent her home. Xanjer went to buy some vegetables, and Roland shamelessly asked to stay for lunch.

Xanjer agreed without hesitation. Roland was so happy that he called Beck to bring a bottle of his treasured wine. Beck immediately went to Roland's apartment to get a bottle of Louis XIII.

When Beck arrived, Xanjer had already prepared all the dishes and put them on the table. Seeing the bottle of Louis XIII, which was worth more than 100,000 yuan on the table, he reached out and took the package skillfully. "I didn't expect to have it again in my lifetime!"

Roland looked at Xanjer subconsciously. He brought it back from France, and it was in French. How did Xanjer know that the wine was Louis XIII? Did he know French?

It was impossible. English might be widely spoken, but French was not. How could Xanjer, who lived in such a poor place, understand French?

He was surprised. "How do you know it is Louis XIII?"

Xanjer was stunned and smiled. "Didn't you mention it on the phone?"

Roland did not remember that he had mentioned the name of the wine. He just asked Beck to bring his wine here without mention its name, because there was only Louis XIII in his apartment.

Beck naturally did not know what Roland was thinking. He pointed to the wine and said to Xanjer, "Mr. Wang brought this back from France on purpose. It's over 50 years old. Basically, it's impossible for you to get it at home."

"Roland, why are you so extravagant?" Monica cried exaggeratedly. "This expensive wine is killing me."

"All you know is money. You have to know how to enjoy life!" Roland said without hesitation.

Monica looked sad. "Enjoying life is a game of the rich. As a poor guy, all I want is to be fed."

"Sounds like I mistreated you." Roland snorted. "Do you want to get a raise again?"

"No! No!" Monica waved her hand. "I just don't think it's worth it. This wine is enough for me to live a good life for a year."

Roland looked at Monica. "You are really a layman."

Xanjer laughed. "Let's eat now!"

Roland, who had been eating happily during the meal, appreciated Xanjer's cooking very much. When he left, he sheepishly requested again, "I want to have more dinners with you guys in the future. I'll pay for it."

"Screw you! This poor place is not worthy of you."

"I'm serious."

"Liar! Off you go!" Monica glared at him.

Roland left with displeasure. When he got on the car, he asked Beck, "When I called you, did I mention Louis XIII?"

"I don't think so!" Beck answered.

"Since I didn't mention it, how did Monica's uncle know that?"

"Maybe he saw it online."

"Impossible! The wine online is all in English. There are very few wines like this in French!" Roland pondered. "Beck, do you think that Xanjer is very strange?" "What's so strange about him?"

"Although he looks very ordinary, he has a kind of refined temperament, which is completely unable to be found in people who live in such a place."

"Love me, love my dog. You like Monica, so you like her uncle." Beck answered.

"Is it just because of this?" Roland was a little skeptical. He didn't see himself that way.

"Mr. Wang, don't think too much. It's impossible for Xanjer to understand French. If he knew French, how could he not be able to find a job?"

That was right. Roland had to put this matter aside.