Cheng Xiaoyu was so shocked that he spat out the sip of red wine he just drank: "More than 50,000 yuan, how is this possible!"
The waiter said: "That's right. The bottle of red wine you ordered is worth fifty thousand yuan."
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but tremble all over.
This bottle of red wine costs more than RMB 50,000...one sip is one thousand yuan!
She was almost heartbroken!
Fifty thousand yuan. The total amount of money she has on her is less than five thousand yuan.
Her most precious thing is the car, but that car is not hers, but her father's.
This time it's dead.
She rolled her eyes fiercely at Ye Wudao.
It's all this guy's fault for insisting on keeping that bottle of red wine just now.
The guests at the tables next to them looked at them with sly smiles.
Sure enough, these two people couldn't come up with the money.
Being stared at by so many eyes, Cheng Xiaoyu was so embarrassed that her head almost dropped to the bottom of the table.
"Um...we'll pay for it later. I want to make a phone call now."
However, the waiter did not leave.
She also saw that the two of them could not afford the money and was worried that they would evade the bill.
At this time, Du Yong also brought people over.
"Xiao Yu, what happened?"
His voice was loud, attracting more eyes to this side.
Cheng Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at Du Yong and ignored him.
Du Yong was even more proud: "Oh, Merlot dry red wine, more than 50,000 yuan per bottle."
"You are so flirtatious. I can't even afford this kind of wine."
Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly realized something and looked at him with fierce eyes: "Bastard, did you arrange this on purpose?"
Du Yong: "So what if it was arranged by me, so what if it wasn't arranged by me?"
"It's your drink anyway, you have to pay for it."
Cheng Xiaoyu was angry and helpless.
In the end, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and said to the waiter: "Is it okay if I mortgage the car to you first and then go back and find a way to raise money?"
The waiter shook his head: "Sorry, we don't have this rule here."
Du Yong laughed even more arrogantly: "This is a high-end restaurant, but you want to use the car to pay for the meal, you can't think of it."
"How about this, Xiaoyu, how about you have a drink with me and I'll pay for you?"
Cheng Xiaoyu gritted his teeth: "You are dreaming."
Du Yong: "Haha, you are really a tough-talking duck."
"If you want to eat the King's meal today, just wait and go to jail."
Ye Wudao, who had been silent until now, suddenly said: "Xiaoyu, give me the car keys."
Cheng Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him angrily.
She took it for granted that Ye Wudao wanted to use the car to pay for the meal.
"I didn't hear you just now. People are not allowed to use their cars as collateral for meals here."
Ye Wudao: "Just give it to me."
"Here you go." Cheng Xiaoyu was annoyed and threw the car keys to him.
Ye Wudao casually threw the car keys to the waiter: "Go and get the sack from our car."
sack?
Everyone present was confused by Monk Zhang Er.
What is he doing with the sack at this time?
Packing up the leftover meals? No need for sacks.
Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head, his eyes a little fiery.
Before, Ye Wudao said that the sack contained money.
Could it be...
Ahem, how is this possible? I’ve never seen anyone use sacks to carry money.
Besides, how could he have so much money?
Also, if it were really a sack of money, it would weigh at least several hundred kilograms.
But Ye Wudao had lifted the sack with one hand before. How strong would he be?
Not long after, the waiter called two security guards, and three people "carried" the sack in.