What the waiter brought was nothing else, it was the 'wine' that Yang Tian mentioned just now.
When it comes to wine, maybe some people will say that, so what? How much is a bottle of wine worth? The wine Yang Tian ordered is not ordinary. Only 500 bottles of Louis XIII were produced in 1856. It is said that there is such a thing in the world.
There are not many people who grow wine, and there are only a few dozen bottles. The British royal family has 7 bottles, the Arab royal family has two bottles, and the rest are collected by the world's richest people. Each bottle is now auctioned for 9.6 million euros.
"Sir, this is the wine you asked for, as well as all the dishes. Would you like to take a look at it?" The waiter placed the bottle of wine in front of Yang Tian, then came to Doyle with the bill and asked.
"Uh..." Doyle heard the waiter's words and felt that his brain was short-circuited for a moment. He didn't know what happened, what was going on? How could there be such expensive wine here? Impossible! Absolutely not.
Maybe, just staring blankly at what is happening in front of me...
"Sir, are you okay? Do you need to check the bill?" Seeing Doyle in a daze, the waiter glanced at Yang Tian subconsciously. After Yang Tian nodded slightly, he repeated what he had just said.
"How much is the total?" Doyle raised his head stiffly, looked at the bill in the waiter's hand, and asked word by word.
"Sir, you spent a total of 27.56 million, which is 27 million after discounts... Here is the bill. Please take a look at it. Are there any questions?"
Yang Tian looked at this scene and kept snickering in his heart. This person is really an idiot. He paid people to treat people to dinner and he didn't even know that he was being fooled. Yang Tian wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh out loud. He could only hold back his laughter.
He looked at Doyle seriously and said, "Hey...hey, he's talking to you? Did you hear him?"
"Ah..." When Doyle heard Yang Tian's words, it was like a wake-up call. He felt something was wrong and asked: "How much did you say you spent just now?"
"Sir, you spent a total of 27.56 million, which is 27 million after discount. Is there any problem?" the waiter repeated again impatiently.
"What?" This time, Doyle heard the flurry of numbers clearly. He was stunned at first, and then asked in disbelief: "How is it possible? Did you make a mistake in your calculation? This meal costs so much? You guys?"
...You are all joking..."
In Doyle's opinion, this meal only cost tens of thousands of yuan. How could it cost so much? It seemed that he had forgotten the expensive bottle of Louis XIII placed in front of Yang Tian.
"That's right, sir, we are doing electronic accounting and there is no way there can be any mistakes. Here is..." the waiter explained.
"It can't be wrong? How come there are so many?" Dalton was immediately angry. Before the waiter could say what he said, he suddenly stood up from his chair and said angrily: "How many mistakes are there in this world?"
Maybe it finally became possible? Where's the bill? I want to see, what's so expensive here?"
"Sir, the 1856 Louis XIII you ordered has already cost more than 27 million. How could this be wrong? If this bottle of wine was not for the sake of Chinese people, our boss would not sell it.
Yes! This bottle of wine was bought from the auction at a high price by him..." The waiter frowned. Seeing that Doyle was so nervous, he became a little unhappy. He handed the bill to Doyle and used
Hua Xiayu whispered: "How can you pretend to be rich when you have no money? I think you are like a person worth 25,800,000 yuan, and you don't look like someone who can drink like this... Really..."
"What? What did you say? Speak English, don't speak your bird language..." When Doyle heard the waiter saying something he didn't understand in Chinese, he immediately exploded, pointing at the waiter, and said reluctantly
He said: "You, a little waiter, dare to do this to me, believe it or not, I will file a complaint against you? Let your hotel be closed down..."
The waiter did not answer Doyle's words. He just pointed at the bill and said politely: "Sir, the bill is in your hand. You can take a look at it yourself. This data will definitely not be wrong!"
Doyle picked up the bill and looked at it. When he saw the 1856 Louis
, who are you lying to? Could it be that you are pretending to be a bottle of fake wine? And... this... who ordered these dishes? I... I want to sue you..."
"Sir, you are right that you didn't ask for it, but the gentleman next to you asked for it..." The waiter pointed to Yang Tian and said, "He said that you are responsible for checking the bill, so..."
The waiter felt very happy and thought: Damn, I asked you to pretend, now you know how deep the sea is, right?
"He...he wants it?" Doyle was stunned, and he didn't know what to say. He did say that he would let Yang Tian spend whatever he wanted, and all the expenses were covered, but he didn't expect Yang Tian to ask for a bottle.
Isn't it outrageous to have famous wines that even the rich can't drink? A meal costs more than 20 million. No matter how rich Doyle is, he can't afford it. This meal will last him a year.
What’s more, he doesn’t have a team yet. What’s wrong with Xu Yingying? More than 20 million is gone.
It's not that Doyle couldn't afford the money, it was just that he was unwilling to do so. His mind turned slightly, his face darkened and he said to the waiter: "Since you want these things, why don't you make money with my consent? If I don't have this bill,
You can’t get paid for your signature…”
"Hey, Doyle, what you said is wrong. Just now you clearly said that you don't have any objection to how I consume it. Isn't it just a bottle of wine? Why are you so excited..." Yang Tian heard Doyle's words and he
Unable to sit still, he pointed at Doyle's nose and started to accuse.
Doyle was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered what he had said to Yang Tian. He was not willing to accept it. Could it be that this mute would definitely suffer at his own expense? No, he was really unwilling to be tricked by a young boy like this.
It's okay to pretend, but Doyle is really unwilling to spend more than 20 million on a meal because of pretending. What's more, he has never even touched Xu Yingying's hand. Even if Xu Yingying agrees to follow him now, the two of them will
Doyle felt that it was not worth the tens of millions.
"What do you mean?" Doyle threw the bill on the table fiercely and said angrily: "You did it on purpose, right? Do you think I am a Kaizi? Who can afford more than 20 million?"
"You said it yourself. I can spend whatever I want. You said that as long as I find an excuse to leave after dinner, you will cover all my expenses tonight. What's the point? I asked for a bottle of wine.
You just glare at me... If you can't afford it, get the hell away from me, and don't act like a wolf in front of me... You are like this, and you still want to pursue our family Yingying,
Take a pee and look at yourself, fuck..." Yang Tian sneered.
"What...you..." When several women heard this, they immediately knew what was going on. The most excited one was Xu Yingying. She pointed at Doyle and said angrily: "Doyle, don't let me see you in the future...
You can do such a thing, I misjudged you!"
After saying that, Xu Yingying picked up a glass of wine and poured it on Doyle's face, focusing all the anger in her heart on the glass of wine.
The red liquid flowed down Doyle's face. Doyle wiped it with his hand and didn't care about other people's opinions. He said calmly: "You are cruel enough! I don't admit this account. I don't accept the bill."
Countersigned..."
Yang Tian smiled coldly. He had almost eaten anyway. He waved to the waiter and said, "If he doesn't buy it, I'll buy it..."
"Cancel the transaction just now, will you pay the bill?" The waiter glanced at the embarrassed Doyle and asked.
"Of course, if he doesn't sign, the transaction won't be considered successful. Cancel it and I'll buy it..." Yang Tian nodded.
When Doyle heard what Yang Tian said, he didn't believe that Yang Tian could come up with such a large amount of money. He looked at Yang Tian blankly, with an expression like a fool watching a show.
"Okay, sir, the total is 27 million." The waiter said with a smile.
"Shua card..." Yang Tian casually handed over his Longteng Bank bank card, pointed to the bottle of wine on the table and said to the waiter: "Pack this bottle of wine, I want to take it away..."
"Yes! Please wait a moment!" The waiter took Yang Tian's bank card and walked to the cashier respectfully. He despised Doyle in his heart. What is the gap? Look at this person. He paid more than 20 million without saying a word.
, How can a big-tailed wolf like you still show off when you have no money?
When Doyle saw Yang Tian taking out his bank card, he was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure out why a person like Yang Tian could afford more than 20 million yuan. No matter how Yang Tian looked at it, he didn't look like a rich man.
Man, he bought this 27 million account without blinking an eye. Doyle looked at the waiter's action of swiping the card at the cashier, shook his head, and murmured to himself: "This is impossible...
…impossible……"
It didn't take long for the waiter to come back with Yang Tian's card. The waiter first returned the bank card to Yang Tian, and then took out a receipt for Yang Tian to sign: "Sir... please check it, and then put it on the bill."
Sign it! Thank you!”
"Yeah!" Yang Tian nodded, took the bank card and bill, then signed the bill gracefully, then returned the bill to the waiter, and said with a smile: "You should be more careful in the future, open your eyes.
You can clearly see with your big eyes that some people dress like dogs, but in fact, they don’t have half a dime in their pockets... Don’t think that someone is a rich man just because he is well-dressed.”
"Thank you for reminding me, you are welcome to come back next time." The waiter wanted to laugh, but facing Doyle, he suppressed the smile in his heart, bowed to Yang Tian, and turned around to leave.
"You...are you kidding me?" Now, Doyle finally knew what was going on. He gritted his teeth and stared at Yang Tian and asked.
"I said you are not sick, right?" Yang Tianyou frowned impatiently and sneered: "You are just pretending to be b, how can you blame me? I tell you, don't show up in Yingying's house in the future.
I don't have time to talk to you... Xiaojie, Wan'er, Yingying, let's go... Don't stay here with this ###, I heard that ### is contagious, hehe...
"
"Puch!" With a sound, the three women laughed at the same time, stood up one after another, and ran to Yang Tian's side, preparing to leave.
"Okay... let's see!" Doyle had never been fooled like this before. Under the strange looks of everyone in the restaurant, he felt like a monkey in the zoo...
"Humph..." Yang Tian snorted coldly and ignored Doyle. He carried the packaged 1856 Louis XIII and walked out of the restaurant with three women, leaving Doyle in the restaurant.