"Humph! This is the first time I've seen such a pretentious person. Old Liu, six Louis Xlans!”
When Li Fuyao's words were completely conveyed to Fatty Liu, the man in the t-shirt called Young Master Zhang immediately waved his hand and ordered six Louis XIIs worth 88,000 yuan.
"Good! Immediately!" Fatty Liu's face was full of smiles when he heard Young Master Zhang's words. Anyone would be happy to spend more than 500,000 yuan in one go.
As Mr. Zhang swiped his card, in less than a minute, a long line of wine, led by six Louis XIIs and followed by thirty-six Champagnes, immediately appeared in the main corridors of the nightclub. At this time, Xia Jin, the little girl, realized how much trouble she had caused by hiding just now.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Seeing Xia Jin holding her hand tightly, Li Fuyao pinched her cheek and called for the waiter.
"Brother Fuyao!" Seeing Li Fuyao call her over, although the waitress appeared calm, her hands could not stop trembling. After all, they also received a commission from the drinks. Although it was not as much as the sales, it was definitely not a small amount.
"What did the table next door order?"
Seeing the little girl come up, Li Fuyao immediately reached out and removed the atmosphere paper from the little girl's head. Only then did the waitress say,""I think he ordered six Louis XIIs.”
"Six Louis Xxians?" Hearing this, Li Fuyao immediately turned to the left booth. As expected, the guy called Mr. Zhang was raising Louis Thirteen at Li Fuyao.
"Haha, interesting." Seeing the people next door trying to show off, Li Fuyao immediately said,""12 Martell Chans, 12 Louis Xlans, 36 Ace of Spades.”
"Hey, I don't think so." Xia Jin, who was standing at the side, heard Li Fuyao reciting a long list of precious drinks. Her eyes immediately widened, and she tugged at Li Fuyao's shirt. Li Fuyao glanced at her, and when she wasn't paying attention, she kissed her on the lips.
"Sweep the code!"
"Humph! Do you think that kid will admit defeat?”Looking at Li Fuyao, who was being intimate with Xia Jin, Jin Hong spat out the mint candy in his mouth into the trash can and said to his friend unwillingly.
"I don't think so. Looking at him, he shouldn't be a rich second-generation heir. He should be starting his own business.”
Upon hearing Jin Hong's words, a thin, long-haired man immediately frowned and analyzed Li Fuyao's identity. Meanwhile, Mr. Zhang, who was sitting at the side and drinking with a girl from the atmosphere group, also put down the Louis Thirteen in his hand.
"It wouldn't be strange if he admitted defeat.”
"Look! The wine is out!"
Just as Young Master Zhang was speaking, an even larger wine line was formed by waiters in spacesuits and dozens of atmosphere attendants walking around the venue.
"One…Two…Three…Eighteen…Twenty…Twenty-four! This guy must be crazy! Twenty-four bottles of eighty-eight thousand wine and more than thirty Ace of Spades!”
"Alright, the highest spending per table in the country is out. F * ck, it's definitely going to make the headlines tomorrow!”
The longhaired man and Fatty Liu screamed when they saw Li Fuyao throw out more than two million yuan. Jin Hong was also shocked by Li Fuyao's attitude of treating money like waste paper.
Even though two million yuan was only enough to cover three months of his living expenses, if he had to spend two million yuan on alcohol, not to mention him, even the country's husband, Wang Congcong, and Young Master Qin of Shanghai would have to consider if it was worth it.
"Brother Zhang, are we still following?" Seeing the long line of drinks that Li Fuyao had ordered pass by his booth three times, Jin Hong immediately looked at Young Master Zhang, who was also in a dilemma.
Although he had just spent more than 500,000 yuan, it didn't mean that he was stupid. He didn't come to Shanghai often. He could finish a drink worth more than 500,000 yuan in half a year. However, more than 2 million yuan…Even if his father was the richest man in Chengdu, he had to consider it.
"Follow! I offer one million, how much do you offer!”
Just as Mr. Zhang was still contemplating, Li Fuyao, who was holding the gun salute high, fired a shot at them. The scattered fireworks were like palms slapping their faces. Mr. Zhang naturally couldn't stand such humiliation, but he changed it to a drinking competition.
"I bid 600,000!" When Jin Hong said this, he felt his heart bleeding. One had to know that this was his living expenses for a month.
"I'll pay 500,000!"
"I'll pay 500,000!"
"I just bought a Ferrari a few days ago. I've almost spent all my savings, so I can only fork out 300,000 yuan!”
"Enough!" After hearing that all five of his friends had paid, Mr. Zhang grabbed the iPhone from the waiter and ordered 32 bottles of Louis Thirteen.
Bang!
Compared to the last time, the scene of 32 Louis XIIs was even more magnificent. The leader was able to fight on a larger scale than the last time, and there were also 10 dancing DSSs who were shooting with fireworks. This also let the entire space party know about Li Fuyao, Jin Hong, and Young Master Zhang's fight for wealth.
At the bar counter, a man who could only drink a cocktail that cost more than a hundred yuan sighed as he looked at the long line of drinks that kept coming out.
"These people really treat money like waste paper.”
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