American Fortune Life

Under the night, the silver-grey hull of a fast silver yacht at Kingston Wharf featured a colorful light show that attracted the attention of tourists on the shore and the admiration of some small yacht owners.

A superyacht with bright lights is like a luminous monster lying on a pier, showing everyone how extraordinary it is.

Andy looked at herself hugged in her arms like a boiled soft footed shrimp, curled all over Ivana, smiling proudly into a marbled bathroom decorated with teak, and the waves rolled over in an oversized jacuzzi.

Andy stepped into the bathtub and slowly sat down, soaking them with a warm stream of water, washing away the delightful residue and exhaustion of his body.

“You almost killed me...” Ivana's puffy face has a satisfying, lazy and charming flavor, lying in the arms of her boyfriend, leaving her to play with a pair of Lochsan claws in the water.

“Blame me? You're the one who shouted so hard that I could kill you... Cough.”

Ivana felt her girlfriend's abundance of ni with a slightly distressed elbow, Andy's intelligent mouth shut, and her body relaxed on the edge of the bathtub's human ti engineering design.

“The whole of New York has been a mess for you, and I've been annoyed all day by paparazzi, trying to get inside information from me, and you're hiding in the Caribbean, and you say, shouldn't you make it up to me... ”

Andy turned around and looked at Ivana with her arms around his neck, smiling softly: "Didn't I just compensate you for hundreds of millions of dollars, dense, absolutely superior quality, still not satisfied? ”

“Psst!”

Ivana mei had a silky sip of her eyes, and then two people looked at each other, and there was a twisted wen together.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? ”

“I want hundreds of millions more, whoo... ”

The next morning, the fog swept away by the bright sun, sleeping Andy and Ivana, awakened by the laughing noise of their raging ears.

Andy retracted his claws for the night and kissed her sleepy half awake and half asleep on Ivana's cheek, "Go back to sleep, it's a bunch of nasty laughing gulls... ”

“Ha, ha, ha.”

Ivana beat up an arrears and turned sleepless and sweetly drilled into Andy's arms, softly saying: "Forget it, I'm awake... Don't be ridiculous. I thought we were meeting important guests today. ”

“Important? Perhaps, depending on what you think.” Andy put his left arm behind his head and watched Ivana lift the silk blanket with her arms up and tie her fluttering blonde hair, picking up a strappy nightdress from one side and putting it on.

“Anyway, as long as it's useful, we need good hospitality and no disrespect.” Ivana walked up to Andy and sat down, reaching out and gently touching his cheeks and smiling, "Okay, get up. ”

Andy picked his eyebrows, lifted the blanket, and Ivana looked back and giggled: “Ugly! ”

“When you use it, but the baby's very... ”

“Disgusting! ”

“Hey, hey, I'll make you sick! ”

“Fuck off, don't come over... ”

The joy of the two let this morning pass in a laugh. At the breakfast table, Andy handed the newspaper across the street to Ivana and said, "You've been recognized by them. ”

Ivana put down the fork, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, took the newspaper and opened it and looked at it, and the photo of herself getting off was in the newspaper, "They don't have to guess who this superyacht belongs to anymore. ”

Andy spent the morning in videoconferencing, while Ivana brought four maids with her to prepare a full lunch for the Guests and prepare the dining table.

Around 11 o'clock, a convoy entered the pier, and some journalists saw some slight beams coming from the car, but they lifted up the camera and started taking pictures, and the yacht owner, Andy Smith, took his girlfriend down from the stern of the yacht to greet Jamaica's Minister of Agriculture, Christopher Tufton.

The three of them shook their hands and smiled for a moment before walking onto the superyacht, and all the reporters guessed that lunch would be that simple.

“Your Excellency, please take a seat.” In a luxurious Italian decorative living room, Andy has a smile on his face and stretches his hand to show him where to sit.

“Thank you, Mr. Smith. You can call me Christopher. After all, I have a private appointment today.” The slightly fat minister, His Excellency, said with a friendly smile.

“Well, call me Andy, that's what my friends call me... ”

At this point, Ivana walked over with a smile on her face, followed by the maid with the coffee, and Ivana turned to take a cup and hand it over to Minister Tufton.

“Thank you, Miss Ivana, for your stunning beauty. ”

Ivana had a smile on her face that marked xing and said gracefully: "Thank you for the compliment. ”

After that, Ivana sat next to Andy, and the three of them relaxed and chatted, as if it were a real get-together of friends, and the atmosphere was very relaxed and harmonious under Ivana's control.

“Excuse me, I'm gonna go check on the lunch. You guys talk first.” After a while, Ivana stood up and apologized.

“Andy, your girlfriend, she's a wonderful, elegant, charming girl, xing. ”

“Thank you, Christopher. I'm sure you've learned the details from my men. I'm very interested in the blue mountain coffee trade in your country. Such an excellent coffee should give more people a chance to taste it, rather than be monopolized by some. So, it's also a harm to the coffee trade in your country, don't you think? ”

The courtesy has been fulfilled, and Andy doesn't want to go in circles, and the famous world of Blue Mountain coffee is facing embarrassment.

“Sorry, Andy, if it's a small amount of shares, that's fine, but you're asking for a really big share, and our contract with the pedestrians hasn't expired yet. Although they've caused a lot of trouble by highlighting the withdrawal this time, they've also compensated under the contract, and you want 40% of the export share, and you can only wait until this year's contract expires to rebidd, and the pedestrian's priority is contractually bound, so far, I can only say three percent of the Blue Mountain coffee share is guaranteed. ”

Andy shook his head slightly with a smile, not satisfied, and continued: “The pedestrians' support for Jamaica's coffee is commendable, after all they reached out to Jamaica's coffee estate in the most difficult of times, but Christopher, for 30 years, for exactly 30 years, the pedestrians bought exquisite blue coffee raw beans at cheap prices, shipped them home for baking, and then created brands to sell them at high prices, and Jamaica's coffee farmers and your country's trade made only a modest profit on primary raw materials.

And the pedestrians, who manufacture externally, are the only ones who get 90% quota oriented, claiming that only their companies get authentic Blue Mountain coffee quotas, misleading consumers.

For example, they bake poor quality and blended other coffee beans, call them 100% Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans in Asia, and these companies suppress other Blue Mountain coffee brand agents to defend their interests.

This in itself has had a very negative impact, and in fact, as you know, there are a number of other private coffee companies in Jamaica that use a number of channels to export Blue Mountain coffee beans and create an independent Blue Mountain coffee brand.

These Jamaican private Blue Mountain Coffee Trading Companies do not have any estate background or history, are robbery and deception, they are neither independent export estates nor Jamaican statutory Blue Mountain Coffee Authorized Processing and Export Companies, and the quality of coffee beans is far from guaranteed.

With both bad behavior undoubtedly harming Jamaica's Blue Mountain Coffee, the world's premier coffee brand, I can't imagine how much more Blue Mountain Coffee has left to be monopolized by the pedestrians! ”