Chuck was all humble and servile as he surreptitiously stole glances at Jacob.
Jacob had long since noticed the man peeking at him, so he imperceptibly waved a hand and dismissed him.
When the others in the room saw that Chuck had left, they instantly went into an uproar.
"Whoa! It's Louis XIII! This is a well-known wine! I heard that a bottle costs a hundred thousand!"
"Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that I'd be able to drink such an expensive wine!"
"This is incredible! It's all thanks to Mr. Larson that we get to drink wine that cost a hundred thousand a bottle!"
"Well, I don't dare to drink it when a sip is a month's salary for me."
Everyone gathered around the two bottles of Louis XIII, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. After all, coming from the working class, they probably would not get to drink such top-notch wine in their entire lives if it were not for the opportunity that day.