One thought in love

Chapter 390 Killing Two Birds With One Stone 1
In the picture, Wang Guoxiang was the only one left in the room, and his expression seemed much more sober, not as intoxicated as when he was facing Ning Wan.

This shows that a large part of the drunkenness faced by Ning Wan just now was pretended by him.

Taking advantage of drunkenness to take advantage of something is Wang Guoxiang's forte.

Wang Guoxiang looked sober, his eyes were not so cloudy, but he didn't leave. He picked up the Moutai on the table and poured himself another glass.

He reckoned that Ning Wan had already settled the bill, anyway, those people had plenty of money, and those who had too much money had no place to spend it, and it was not bad for his little drizzle, he would earn a little if he drank more.

If possible, he would really like to bring two more bottles home to show off.

"Dong dong dong!" There were three knocks on the door, clean and neat, not muddy at all.

The gaze that was originally looking at the screen was gloomy and cold, but now it is slightly moved away.

"Come in!" Ling Moyuan said after taking a sip of his wine.

The door was opened slowly, showing respect from the speed at which it was opened.

When all the doors were opened, the manager came over respectfully.

The manager walked to Ling Moyuan's side, lowered his body, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Ling, Ning Wan left and left that pile of bills to Wang Guoxiang. Are we..."

The manager knew a little about the relationship between Wang Guoxiang and Ling Moyuan. Since Wang Guoxiang chose the venue in "Yipintang", Ling Moyuan naturally didn't care about the little money.

The manager still had the bill in his hand, Ling Moyuan didn't answer it, but just glanced down at the number on it.

That Wang Guoxiang was really rude, the bottle of Moutai he opened alone was already a month's salary for a company manager.

But Ling Moyuan waved his hand, with an amused smile on the corner of his mouth: "Ning Wan is testing!"

He gently shook the red wine in the glass, this woman could not be underestimated more and more, her thoughts were really close, it seemed that she already had some doubts about his relationship with Wang Guoxiang.

Ling Moyuan waved his hand: "My deal with Wang Guoxiang is a deal, and I have no personal relationship with him. It's only natural for him to come here to eat and pay the bill. Give him the bill and make him sober."

"Yes!" said the manager, and walked out again with the bill.

After arriving at the hall, the manager straightened his back again, greeted a waiter casually, and handed him the bill: "When the people come out in a while, let the people inside pay the bill."

Not long after the manager finished speaking, he saw Wang Guoxiang swaying out with his belly outstretched, with a bottle of Moutai under his creaking nest.

It was unopened, thinking that since Ning Wan had already paid the bill, he would pack it up and take it away.

Wang Guoxiang didn't even look at the manager and the waiter, and was about to leave after turning a corner.

The manager hurriedly pulled the waiter to block Wang Guoxiang's way, still smiling very politely.

"Mr. Wang, you haven't settled the bill yet! Please settle the bill first!" the manager said with a smile.

"Huh? Pay the bill?" Wang Guoxiang is really a little drunk now, and he hasn't realized it for a while, his mind is chaotic and blank, and it feels good to not have to think about anything.

Borrowing alcohol can indeed relieve sorrow for a short time.

He stood where he was, still wobbling.

"Well, check out." The manager said the same thing, but in a different tone.

While talking, the manager took the bill from the waiter beside him and handed it to Wang Guoxiang: "This is the bill, please settle it."

"Hi!" Wang Guoxiang burped, and the strong smell of alcohol shot straight at the manager.

The manager wasn't prepared at all, and he just happened to get sprayed on him.

No matter how expensive the wine was digested, it would come out with a stinky smell. The manager was squeezed into a pile by his stinky facial features, and he almost couldn't stand still, with disgust showing on his face.

The manager's patience was also suffocated by the sudden smell of alcohol, and he sent the bill forward, almost sticking Wang Guoxiang's eyes.

"Please settle the bill!" The manager said bluntly with a slightly cold voice.

Wang Guoxiang blinked, raised his hands subconsciously, and took the bill in front of him.

The bill was too close to his eyes, so he couldn't see the specific figures.

He held the bill a little farther away, squinted his eyes, and watched the series of numbers in front of him have been blurred and doubled, and slowly gathered together again, allowing him to see the series of numbers clearly.

"What?" Seeing the price clearly, Wang Guoxiang woke up like a chicken blood, and his plump body jumped up with full bounce.

He only opened one bottle of Moutai. After all, he really couldn't drink much by himself.

But thinking about someone treating someone, he proudly asked for an expensive one, a bottle of 15-year-old wine, which is very difficult to buy outside, but the price is there, and he entered this "Yipintang" , the price immediately soared higher, and the original 8000 yuan bottle of wine became [-] yuan a bottle.

But he didn't feel bad when someone was treating guests, he ordered three bottles, drank one, and now there are two bottles under the creaking nest. These wines alone cost 3 yuan.

But suddenly, Wang Guoxiang felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be something missing under the creaking nest, it was empty, and there was no cold and hard feeling coming from the bottle.

Just now when he was jumping high in shock, he seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

Wang Guoxiang froze, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

He clamped his fat arms, and there was no foreign body sensation between the creaking sockets. The arms easily touched the sides of his body. Although he couldn't feel the bones, the flesh was thick.

At this moment, there is no need to bow your head, Wang Guoxiang's heart is cold.

Like a dilapidated and rusty robot, he slowly lowered his head, and saw two puddles of broken purple sand bottles on the ground, and what was slowly flowing out of them was a liquid comparable to jewel gold .

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Wang Guoxiang's legs were so weak that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Originally wanted to take advantage of it, but whoever thought that the advantage did not take advantage, and he had to pay the bill!

It would be fine if the two bottles of wine could be returned in time, but they are still broken!

It's fine if he drank it up, at least it's worth the price he paid.

But now, the marble floor is all fed, and he has to pay such a high price for the wine that has not yet been imported.

Wang Guoxiang was stunned, it shouldn't be!

Things shouldn't develop like this!

This is completely different from what he thought, and it runs counter to it!

"This... this..." Wang Guoxiang trembled a little. After the money for the wine, there is still money for meals!

The meal price of "Yipintang" is not much cheaper than these wines!

Moreover, what he ordered were all expensive items.

Wang Guoxiang really regretted it, why did he want to be greedy for these cheap things.

Who would have thought that Ning Wan, who would be so disregarding her status, would really leave this bad debt to him!
"Jing, Jing...Jing, Jing...Manager..." Wang Guoxiang's mouth and tongue were trembling now, but he didn't feel any alcohol at the moment.

He held the bill with a mournful face: "I... I know Young Master Ling, this matter... this matter... I... I am also doing things for Ling Shao! Look at this bill... this... This bill..."

Wang Guoxiang is really willing to go all out and don't want to be ashamed. He also knows the cooperative relationship with Ling Moyuan, so there is no reason for him to pay for his meals.

But this "Yipintang" belongs to Ling Moyuan, isn't the exemption all a matter of his words?

The manager sneered and said, "You are planning to escape the order!"

"No... no... that's not what I meant..." Wang Guoxiang looked at the amount on the bill. It's not that he can't pay the [-] yuan. That's good enough.

Moreover, he is just the general manager of an office of the company in T City, and the basic salary plus commission is quite a lot. In addition to the monthly basic salary of 1 yuan, plus the commission of the order, there are also 60 million in a year. , an average of [-] to [-] a month.

As far as T City is concerned, earning so much is definitely able to walk sideways among ordinary people, relatives and friends, no one would be envious.

But this month's hard work, this meal is all gone!

Even if Wang Guoxiang could take it out, he would still be in pain!
At this time, a waiter came over and whispered something in the manager's ear.

(End of this chapter)