Seeing bottles of expensive wine being placed on the booths, the onlookers around them burst into discussion again.
"Dear friends present, let us welcome Mr. Yang!"
The DJ on the stage also shouted at the top of his lungs at this time.
People whose nerves have been numbed by alcohol are the easiest to be incited by others. With the roar of the DJ, all the men and women on the dance floor began to shout for Mr. Yang.
"Young Master Yang! Young Master Yang! Young Master!"
The shouts came one after another, and the smile on Yang Shaomin's face became more and more proud and confident.
He glanced at the somewhat crazy crowd around him, with a trace of obvious disdain flashing in his eyes.
As the eldest son of the Yang family, he naturally would not lose face at this time.
And with a beautiful woman by his side, he needs to work hard to leave a rich, handsome impression on the beautiful woman next to him!
He waved to the bartender again.
"Young Master Yang, what are your orders?"
“Give everyone two beers and I’ll take the credit!”
Young Master Yang waved his hand and said.
The bartender's face lit up when he heard this, and he quickly flattered him: "Young Master Yang is grand! Young Master Yang is mighty!"
"go Go."
Yang Shao nodded and said.
After the bartender left, the DJ on the stage shouted again: "Master Yang invites everyone to drink tonight! Two beers per table!"
"Let us all toast Yang Shao!"
With that said, he took the lead in picking up the wine glass and raised it towards Yang Shaomin.
The crowd went completely crazy. One by one they picked up their wine glasses and gestured towards Yang Shaomin, shouting "Young Master Yang" in their mouths.
The consumption at Black Gold Bar is indeed not low, two beers cost 3,000 yuan!
The bar was full, and the number of tables present would probably not be less than 200!
Just two beers per table would cost 600,000!
"Hey, I thought this guy was going to do something big and reserve the place, but I didn't expect it was just two bottles of beer?"
In the Tianzi No. 2 box, Li Tianyuan muttered disdainfully.
Two pieces of beer can make most people present shout Yang Shaomin's name, but it can't make people like Li Tianyuan express their opinions.
None of them are short of money, they may even be richer than Yang Shaomin, so how can they change their attitude because of two pieces of beer?
"It seems that you are really rich, Mr. Yang."
Wang Mengmeng took a sip of watermelon juice and said with a smile.
Yang Shaomin put down his wine glass, looked at Wang Mengmeng and said, "Beauty, you keep saying this, it seems you are very interested in my money?"
"If you are really interested, why don't we find a quiet place and have a good chat later?"
Hearing this, Yuqing's face darkened, and her cold eyes instantly locked onto Yang Shaomin.
"I am only moderately interested in money, but I am more interested in wine."
Wang Mengmeng smiled and continued: "I wonder how much Young Master Yang drinks?"
"Haha, beauty, you are just kidding!"
"I, Yang Shaomin, are not bragging. For a beauty like you, I can drink ten or eight of your drinks!"
Yang Shaomin patted his chest and said.
Wang Mengmeng deliberately looked surprised. She turned to look at Yuqing, "Yuqing, are you afraid that Mr. Yang has such a good drinker?"