Wine Wars

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China is 7 hours ahead of France.

Bonjour?

I'm Zhang Shui. Get Wille for me.

This is Wille speaking.

It's been quite a while.

You know, I'm a cop.

I have been too busy to call you these years.

You aren't mad at me, are you?

How can I be mad at you? What do you want?

I'm coming to France this time

to bid for a bottle of wine for our country.

You are bidding for a bottle of wine for our country?

Hold on a second.

Wille, you know wine better than me.

But you can't be better than

the state wine-maker of Kublai Khan.

He was also an state astronomer

of the Yuan Dynasty,

who cuckolded Kublai Khan.

Kublai Khan of Yuan Dynasty

had a state astronomer good at wine-making,

you know?

Bro, you lost me.

Don't keep interrupting me.

Kublai Khan had a beloved concubine,

who was ravishingly beautiful,

and had a huge crush on the state wine-maker

and did whatever he told her to.

The wine-maker decided to take his secret recipe

and the girl away from Central Plains.

I love you, baby.

They wormed their way into Marco Polo's caravan

on his way back to Italy

after he bid farewell to Kublai Khan.

But they would never expect that

the civil war broke out as soon as they got there.

The boring civil war drove the wine god

to France.

It's said that in 1855,

his descendant made a superb wine

in France with the secret recipe.

They called it Wine God.

The recipe was supposedly inscribed

on the bottle cap.

Had the state wine-maker not gone to France,

China's wine-making

could have been the top in the world.

Wille? Wille?

And its reserve price today

is 5 million euro.

Brother, look,

you, a cop,

are bidding for a bottle of wine in France.

Should I believe you?

You are my family,

so you've got to help me.

I'll fly out tomorrow

and get to Paris in the morning.

No need to pick me up.

Just get a great car for me

with Chinese GPS.

See you in France!

Merci beaucoup.

Insane.

Merci beaucoup. My 1 million.

Wille and I grew up in an orphanage,

as dear to each other as brothers.

One day, I was on the lookout when he stole buns.

Got it!

Someone steals my buns again!

I knew I was gonna fall with him

if I reached for him.

But I did it anyway without any hesitation.

What I didn't expect was that

that bun was the last thing

Wille and I ate together in the orphanage.

Because a Frenchman came to the orphanage that day

and played a game with us.

Each of you can choose

a kind of fruit on that table.

But I never thought that

fruits could change a man's life.

Just take them.

And I sent them away with my own hands too.

This will do.

Please put out your hands.

Wille, You picked two grapes,

so Mr. Andre will adopt you

and take you to France.

I don't want to go to France.

Wille didn't want to leave at all.

If it weren't for me,

he wouldn't have been in France now.

You can go if you want to.

Go!

Listen to me.

- What are you doing?

- The headmaster is waiting for us outside.

- What?

- Just go!

I'm not going!

Zhang Shui. Zhang Shui.

Don't forget me.

Zhang Shui.

Don't forget me.

Actually, I wanted to go to France too.

But they only picked one kid.

Two years ago,

I suddenly lost touch with Zhang Shui.

He changed his number, and address too.

And he didn't even invite me to his wedding.

Finally, I found a number,

and I had to call this Mrs. Zhang

that I never knew.

- Hello?

- Hello, Mrs. Zhang, I'm Wille.

May I speak to Zhang Shui?

We are divorced. I gotta go.

Guo, change my phone number for me.

You got it.

We have been brothers for over two decades.

If you don't want to tell, I won't ask.

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