Gordon always keeps his word, ensuring Sean Lowell completes the tasting of the ceremony with minimal impact.
Unfortunately, Sean Lowell is unwilling to cooperate, even with the last 0.01%.
The "China Baijiu Annual Top 100 List" is just the starting point in Gordon's plan, not the end, and not the focus.
What Gordon truly wants to do actually conflicts significantly with Sean Lowell's brewing philosophy.
That's why, even without Elder Ford's objections, Sean Lowell hasn't agreed to cooperate with the remaining 0.01% of Gordon's plan which is already 99.99% complete.
In Gordon's view, given the current popularity of "The Jilted," it seems a bit wasteful to only taste highly alcoholic spirits from long-established distilleries.
Be it Mountai, Five-Grain Liquor, or Grain alcohol, the target age group of these renowned high-end domestic baijiu brands is evidently older than the 19.8 million members of "The Dump Me Alliance."
All business-minded Gordon wants is for Sean Lowell to launch a baijiu targeted at the age group of "The Dump Me Alliance" fans.
Winters Spirits is a group handling the sale and import & export of liquor and wine, not producing it themselves.
As such, the task of brewing a low-alcohol baijiu suited for young people fell onto Sean Lowell.
Sean Lowell directly chose to ignore such irrational demands.
At that time, Sean Lowell had followed Elder Ford for less than half a year and did not feel he could produce any noteworthy liquor.
Fortunately, after two and a half years of living together in college, Gordon knew Sean Lowell's weaknesses inside out.
Relentless Gordo, using his weight advantage, went ahead and firmly blocked Sean Lowell's door.
Gordon, with his silver tongue, presented a fashionable baijiu marketing plan and a fully registered Lowe-Fairmont Tipples Fashionable Spirits Co., Ltd., covering every angle without leaving any gaps, effectively blocking the only door Sean Lowell could exit through.
With just the registered trademarks "Lowe-Fairmont Tipples" and "Fairmont Tipples," Gordon successfully moved Sean Lowell.
This allowed Sean Lowell to cooperate with the last 0.01% of Gordon's plan without compromising his principle of "a lifetime for one bottle."
"You can spend your life brewing just one bottle you're satisfied with, that's totally fine, but you can't achieve this in one go."
"Then I also can't accept random compromises." Even after stepping out of the Stockholm syndrome, Sean Lowell didn't change his stubborn nature easily.
"I'm not asking you to compromise."
Gordon shifted his body slightly, reluctantly allowing a slight breeze to pass through the gap in Michelin's body into Sean Lowell's room, and began his lengthy speech:
"Here's what I'm thinking, you can release a version of Lowe-Fairmont Tipples annually as your practice."
"The name of the liquor won't change, but the content varies each year, brew it however you want."
"You handle the brewing, I'll handle the sales."
"As much as you can brew in a year, I will sell it all for you."
"Externally, we'll just tell them it's The Jilted's practice, not your actual works."
"Then, if one day, you come out with a bottle you are truly satisfied with."
"Well, that liquor will no longer be called Lowe-Fairmont Tipples. We will call it Fairmont Tipples."
"Once Fairmont Tipples is out, I will invest our entire fortune to launch it heavily."
"Make the liquor you'd work a lifetime for reach its pinnacle right from the debut."
Gordon got more excited as he spoke: "If you think 'Fairmont Tipples' isn't grand enough, any name you want, I'll register it for you, just say yes! No!"
Using annual versions of Lowe-Fairmont Tipples as practice to strive for the best Fairmont Tipples.
This seemingly insubstantial reason unexpectedly persuaded Sean Lowell.
Sean Lowell truly loves the word 'Fairmont.'
The world perceives The Jilted as unworldly and impossible to please.
But Gordon always holds a trump card.
............
Leo Vaughn looked at the bag in his hand, then again at the nearby Gordon and Artie Vaughn who were about to fight, and said worriedly, "Those two...?"
Compared to the always composed Sean Lowell, the Nation's Gentleman had eyes full of endless concern.
"They won't fight, don't worry." There's not a trace of emotion visible on Sean Lowell's face.
In this world, there are few things left that can cause The Jilted emotional fluctuations.
Sean Lowell understands Gordon as much as Gordon understands him.
The offline channels have indeed long ceased to be the main source of income for Lowe-Fairmont Tipples Fashionable Spirits Co., Ltd.
However, until last year, they still accounted for 30% of the revenue.
Gordon has always been a typical businessman, his big head filled with business strategies.
Businessmen seek profit, and although Gordo may not be as faithful as his word, he is a model of honoring contracts and keeping promises.
After all, the promise of the ancients is illusory; the original text in "Records of the Grand Historian" says – "It's better to have a promise from Jeb than a hundred pieces of gold."
The ancients' promise actually only had a hundred pieces of gold, while Gordo's three hundred and forty pounds never even budged by 0.1 gram of sincerity.
Gordon's wealth quotient would never allow him to truly do something that would end in mutual destruction with Winters Spirits.
Sean Lowell is more assured about this than anyone else.
Gordon was just too angry at the moment; no matter what matter he caught onto, he would use it to play up an issue.
When The Jilted just exploded online, Gordon said to Sean, blocking isn't as good as guiding.
Those four words apply to sudden fame, as well as sudden temper.
The tone and expression Master Sean Lowell uses always put people at ease.
That's why, whether they're involved with spirits or know about spirit tasting, everyone feels deeply convinced by Sean's evaluations.
No one can find a trace of profit or impatience in The Jilted.
Following Elder Ford in learning distillation for the past five years, Sean Lowell seemed so extraordinary that he didn't belong to this era.
Sean's untainted craftsman aura is something no one can fake.
Even just his peaceful sleeping face was enough to engross the fans of The Dump Me Alliance completely.
In the past, over the long span of five years, no fan ever heard a negative word from The Jilted's mouth.
The broadcast had ended, but the discussion about "plotting to harm for profit" hadn't passed.
A trending topic rapidly climbing the hot search list emerged – #HowToPlotToTakeTheJilted'sFortuneAndLife#
Of course, all of this, for the Vaughn Siblings, as well as The Jilted and his agent who were in the eye of the storm, was not the focus of the moment.
Leo Vaughn took out a whiskey with minimalist packaging from Artie Vaughn's bag and handed it to Sean Lowell.
The second it was in Sean's hand, he furrowed his brow.
Leo's move of taking out The Fairmont Family's whiskey from the bag and handing it to Sean Lowell successfully caught the attention of The Pouting Siren, who was ready to display some Taekwondo moves again: "Ah, brother, what are you doing now!"
Compared to her own and Gordon's "tit for tat," Artie thought that Sean saying The Fairmont Family's whiskey was plotting for profit and harm was the origin of all today's conflicts and the root of every problem.
All the mistakes are the Fault of the Master of Famed Identity!
Such a person doesn't even deserve to hold The Fairmont Family's whiskey.
Not even a look is allowed!
What is most disgusting?
The most disgusting thing is that the Master of Famed Identity clearly did something wrong, yet he still has the nerve to frown there.
Artie was steaming inside: "Oh, so having nice eyebrows is great, huh? Oh, and only you have eyebrows, huh?"
Of course, Artie would never speak out such thoughts.
The Devilish Lolita's primary conflict right now was retrieving the drink from Sean's hand.
No matter how distinguished a pair of hands were, they weren't worthy of touching a 50-year cask-aged Brunswick Whiskey exuding an amber glow from charred oak barrels.
The hands aren't worthy, and the Master of Famed Identity is even less worthy.
Who knew that after just a few steps, Sean had already pulled the cork out of the bottle, furrowed his brow even tighter after sniffing, and wedged the cork back in as if fearing poisoning.
"Ah, will you ever stop? There's no live broadcast now, what are you pretending for? If you don't understand whiskey, just say it, they won't laugh at you."
"I previously thought that at this year's tasting grand event, I wrote down a 'harm for profit' evaluation because they intentionally used a cup that held swimming pool water for the competition." Sean explained his unusually atypical evaluation today.
"Ah, if you can't explain it, then don't, the on-site cups were all the same, nothing ever held swimming pool water!" The Pouting Siren's purpose is to pout, not a trusting three-year-old to believe whatever Sean says.
"I realize now that I misunderstood, it wasn't the cup at the time; it was this bottle's cork causing issues."
Artie gave her heaving 36D a pat: "Oh, are you a frog in a well? What whiskey doesn't use cork?"
"This cork contains sodium hypochlorite, and quite a substantial amount." Sean put the whole cork back and handed the whiskey back to the raging Pouting Siren, continuing: "The entire cork is contaminated, directly affecting the spirit itself."
"Ah, sodium hypochlorite, huh? Oh, I also have Metformin!" Artie had some drug name pop up from her memory.
"Uh... maybe I've been too academic, let me think..." Sean switched to a more straightforward expression: "Sodium hypochlorite is a main component of most non-alcoholic disinfectants, such as 84 disinfectant, you might have heard of it?"
"Ah, 84, huh? I'm not dead yet, you 8 what 4..." Artie started off fiercely, but her aura collapsed: "You mean... disinfectant contamination?"