When the "gravediggers" of the London capital market hit the "living fossils" of the Tuscan vineyards,
They used hatred as a blade to cut each other's flesh and blood, but love emerged from the bones.
"Can your algorithm turn the world upside down?"
Financial wizard Alex Sterling crushed the short-selling report and pierced the Atlantic storm:
"Within three days, I want the first crack in the De Rossi family's century-old treasury to open."
"His bloodline is original sin?"
The ancient aristocrat Luciano de Rossi wiped the blood from his fingertips on the piano keys:
"If that upstart dares to step into my vineyard, he will be buried with his empire."
——Until the gold pocket watch in the Venice auction house was stained with smoke,
—until the code chains of the City of London lock the Tuscan moonlight.
An elaborate frame-up puts the two of them in a deadlock.
On the night of being forced to form an alliance, what is more burning than hatred is:
The body that jumped towards the bullet in the life-and-death confrontation in the wine cellar,
And on the Baroque floor, he roared in his native language "Rimani con me! (Hold on!)"
And when the financial hunter and the Duke of Vineyard join forces to play chess——
Short selling and antiques, keyboards and keys, sniper rifles and red wine barrels,
All turned into weapons to tear apart the conspiracy.
The smoke cleared and a new order was born:
The wine they brewed together was named "Crimson & Gold", and the label is a sketch of a pocket watch and a smart wrist intertwined.
The dust has finally settled, and the legend is unsealed——
When gravediggers become co-dancers, when living fossils grow rebellious genes,
The morning light of Tuscany and the night fog of London,
From now on, we will weave an eternal code with blood as its warp and gold as its weft.
