"Miss Su said that she hopes the two of you can turn your hostility into friendship."
After saying that, he opened a bottle of red wine, filled it up for the two of them, then bowed his head and left.
Cui Zhihao looked at the red wine on the table and sighed twice: "Romanee-Conti, half a million bottles. Wen Xue really spent a lot of money to make us make peace."
Although the Cui family is the top chaebol in the South, it is not easy to drink half a million bottles of top-notch red wine.
Every money Cui Zhihao spends in Daxia must be strictly audited at the end of the year. If the Cui family discovers that he has unreasonably high consumption, it will seriously affect his competition for the Cui family's heir.
Cui Zhihao picked up the wine glass, shook it skillfully, and then took two sips: "Yes, it is the top-grade Romanee-Conti, and the taste is really good."
Su Changfeng also picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"The wine is good, but we are not here to drink."
"Tell me, how do you want to resolve the bet?"
Cui Zhihao sneered twice: "How to solve it? Isn't it very simple? You killed five bodyguards of my Cui family before, and this matter ends here."
"I got such a big deal for you, shouldn't you be satisfied?"
Su Changfeng laughed disdainfully: "Apart from that, is there nothing else?"
"Don't forget, according to the bet, your life is still mine."
Cui Zhihao sneered again: "You, Su Changfeng, are neither qualified nor able to take my life!"
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
However, just when he finished the glass of wine.
suddenly.
Bang!
The wine glass clinked and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
And Cui Zhihao, for some reason, fell to the ground with a plop, and his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all bleeding...