So Zeng Jin and Ke'er had no choice but to pick up their glasses and drink the red wine that they thought was actually very unpleasant to drink.
The waiter poured another cup of Leng Jianan with an unpredictable smile on his face, and he said casually: "There are not many opportunities to drink top-notch red wine, so don't waste Mr. Lin's heart and soul."
Ke'er's heart ached secretly. Just this bottle of wine costs 100,000 yuan. If you don't drink it all, it would be a waste.
The top grade regained its light and escaped from death. Niu Congcong's heart dropped back to its original position, and his whole body relaxed, and he started to toast this and that one cup at a time, living up to Lin Shaofeng's RMB at all.
Leng Jianan also gave him a lot of face, he drank every time
Adhering to the fine tradition of never wasting anything, the three of them finally drained a bottle of red wine, and the banquet was almost over.
The red wine has a strong stamina, and everyone's face is as hot as fire. On weekdays, they just drink red wine that has been added with Sprite and is like a drink.
Ke'er stood up and suddenly felt that his feet were floating, as if he were stepping on clouds. When he was sitting, he didn't feel it. When he stood up, he realized that the world was spinning.
Zeng Jin was naturally not much better. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ke'er had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold her up.
The three people gradually showed their drunkenness, their smiles became silly, and they couldn't control their laughter.
Leng Jianan looked at the three people who were going crazy and walked out of the private room with a cold face.
Niu Congcong stumbled to the counter to check out, and angrily took out the 10,000 yuan for catering expenses that Lin Shaofeng had allocated to him from his bag, slapped it on the counter and said, "Calculate, calculate, how much?"
The dish he ordered cost five thousand yuan at most
Unexpectedly, the clear voice of the cashier lady almost woke him up from his drunken state: "Sir, you spent a total of one hundred and fifty-three hundred yuan."
"How much?" Niu Congcong's eyes widened.
"One hundred and fifty thousand three hundred yuan," the cashier lady repeated politely, "You opened a bottle of Bordeaux wine worth one hundred thousand yuan."
"Mom!" Niu Congcong collapsed on the ground and rolled his eyes.
No wonder the more he drank the red wine, the better it tasted. It turned out that all he drank was RMB.
Ke'er leaned on the sofa. She had known it would be so expensive, so she wasn't surprised at all.
I just feel dizzy and my consciousness has drifted to Siberia. I am so weak that I can't speak.
Zeng Jin still had a trace of sanity left, so he took out his phone and asked Lin Shaofeng for help. Lin Shaofeng said he would rush over immediately.
Leng Jianan walked over slowly, looked at the drunk Ke'er coldly, and was about to leave.