Zhou Dagen straightened his spine; he was already over fifty. One only lives once, without the chance to plead for another fiftieth year. He was gifted; even as a child, he had a tongue more sensitive than anyone else's.
He loved wine, but it was also wine that left him single and alone in his twilight years. At the age of thirty, he had the opportunity to further his studies in the sacred land of wine, France, but it was also then that he was offered a position by a domestic winery who appreciated his talent, hiring him as a wine taster. After weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Dagen chose to stay in Mo City.
Little did he know that the winery offering him an olive branch specialized in creating counterfeit and branded wines. Lacking any choice, he reluctantly turned a blind eye, helping the winery forge various types of wine that came close to the taste and quality of branded ones.
