A new playful-technological detective novel, written by our author Fan Tong and his comrade Hugo Hart. Between a retired San Antonio for style and La Chèvre for amateurism, this novel desperately tosses around its anti-hero, Victor Vieux, between Zhuhai, Macao, Hong Kong, and Bordeaux. Our Temps, Damart, and Voyage-point-com will tell you: a retiree must keep busy, travel the world, spend his energy and money as he should before the big sleep. Victor Vieux, 65 years old and a few more, is not against it. Except that for him, his hobby is not scrabble, macramé, or parasailing in the Gévaudan, but wine. Not to drink, but to make. "Well, he's playing at being a winemaker in his golden years," you might say. You're way off. Vitis vinifera, the good juice from the vine, Victor Vieux doesn't know it. Doesn't want to know it. Too common. Good for the common people. You should see that he spent forty years studying chemistry for nothing! Test tubes are not just for show - some doctors even made babies in them! For him, Victor Vieux, he will make wine. Beautiful, molecularly crafted blend, as synthetic as it gets. But on which market to sell his revolutionary nectars? France? Stale. Why not China? Perfect, his new wife, Bingbing, is from there: Zhuhai, near Macao, to be precise, and since she is not the dumbest or laziest in collecting bills, off they go, long live Zhuhai, land of invention and business! Unfortunately, people are jealous. Some troublemakers are stingy. They find Victor's wines suspicious, like counterfeits, casting a shadow on Bordeaux wines. Damn it! Just when Marcel Gamay, the honorable representative of the Bordeaux wines in China, gets gunned down. Who do they accuse? Victor, obviously. Everyone is after him: cops, mobsters, distinguished representatives of the French wine industry. Come on, Victor, show them Marcel Serre-Dents, defend yourself and think: all this for this? What really drives this crazier-than-rabbits-in-the-clover pack to chase after you?