san francisco landowner

Chapter 304 Bidding
"Oh, God, the price has been raised. They actually raised the price. This is completely different from what was expected. Damn it, my grandpa is already sick after not drinking a pint of red wine a day. Booker, if my grandpa has an accident, it will The account is on your head!"

"Booker, you bastard, there's no price cut for prime steak, you liar!"

"The reputation of the Williams family has been ruined by you!"

"Sorry, Booker, I'm quitting. My old father's health is no longer good. I'm so sorry!"

Calls were connected to Booker's cell phone one after another, and his face was so gloomy at the moment that it looked like a black lump!
"Asshole, we agreed to put pressure on Yipin Steak together, but I didn't expect to quit!"

Booker is in good health, and he also hopes that his father, the patriarch of the Williams family, Senno-Williams is not in good health, and it is best to die early, so that he can inherit this huge family sooner!

Therefore, he couldn't understand the nervousness of those rich people with old people at home.

Cutting off a pint of red wine is simply cutting off the life of the elderly in their family!
The older they get, the more obvious it becomes. Once they communicate with each other for a while, they immediately realize the seriousness of the problem. If they don't sell a pint of red wine to them for a pint of steak in the future, God, this is really fatal!

So on the next day, at Yipin Steakhouse in San Francisco, many suits and shoes with waxed hair appeared early in the morning. At first glance, they were elites who were executives of a certain listed company.

On the second floor of Bourbon Steakhouse, Archie looked at the scene opposite, feeling more and more uneasy. Who are these people?

At eight o'clock sharp, Yipin Steak officially opened for business. Several waiters opened the door weakly, but suddenly found a mass of heads in front of them, and they were so frightened that they immediately closed the door!
"Oh God, what happened, what are those people out there doing?"

"Is it the Mafia?"

"Impossible, we are just selling steaks, how could we have anything to do with the Mafia."

"I can't continue working. Many people have left their jobs. I think I will leave soon."

"Maybe there will be a turning point?"

"I'm not leaving anyway. I'm a black man. It's hard to find a job. Now I finally found a steak restaurant that doesn't discriminate against black people. It makes a lot of money, and it's all rich people. If you beat me to death, I won't leave!"

Several waiters looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little helpless. Originally, there were at least a dozen waiters here, but now with them, there are only five or six left, alas.

At the same time, when the people outside saw that the door had just been opened and then closed, not only were they not angry, but they were full of smiles.

There is no way, the boss gave a death order, must order a bottle of first-pin red wine today, no matter how expensive the price is, I have to accept it!
Get rejected?Trifle!

The waiters of the first-class steak opened the door carefully again, and saw the smiles on the faces of the people outside, and felt that they were a little allergic.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the black waiter asked boldly.

"Hehe, brother, it's like this, our boss wants to order a table of steak here, and at the same time open a bottle of red wine, you see?"

The black man didn't listen to a word of the latter words, he only heard the first few words.

brother?

Fuck, this guy looks like a golden collar with a monthly salary of tens of thousands of dollars, but he actually called me a black waiter 'brother'?
The dizzy black man blinked his eyes twice, and came back to his senses: "Ah? What did you say?"

The white man had to say it again with a bitter face, but unfortunately before he finished speaking, the people behind rushed up and shouted.

Although it was messy, the waiters finally understood what was going on.

"Oh, do you want to order steak? Or a table? No problem, you all know the price, right? Oh, the price of goods has risen sharply recently, so the price of steak has more than doubled, you don't mind?"

"No no no, I don't mind, the price is just right!"

"That's good. As for this pint of red wine? I'm really sorry, but our general manager won't allow it to be sold. Look at this matter."

"Brother, big brother, please let me meet with your general manager!"

These gold-collar workers burst into tears. If they couldn't order a pint of red wine, they would probably be slapped three times by the bosses. It's about their own interests, so how could they not work hard?

A group of people talked and squeezed into the restaurant. A few waiters were weak and could not stop them, and soon they all entered the restaurant.

The restaurant, which had been deserted for more than a week, finally became lively again.

Soon, the news reached Lin Xiaoluo's ears.

"Hmph, let you be so cheap! You deserve it!"

Well, this girl is still angry.

And the assistant Laura next to her was also amazed.

"Manager, it's amazing, but why? Just because our pint of red wine is tonic wine?"

Lin Xiaoluo smiled without saying a word. A pint of red wine has been tested by many scientific research institutions, and there are many nourishing things in it that are beneficial to the human body. But how nourishing it is, only a few people around Jing Qi, and those who have personally drank the red wine people will know.

How many rich people are there in American society?How many of these rich people are old, and those young rich people don't have old people at home?

These old people drank a pint of red wine, as if people who were dying were reinjected with a life potion!
Can you resist?
Who can resist!
Holding a pint of red wine is equivalent to holding the lives of those old rich people. Want to prolong their lives?

You can only order steak, not bourbon!
Lin Xiaoluo ordered: "First pint of red wine...is also sold in limited quantities! Wait... Bidding sale, right bidding sale!"

Laura was confused: "Bidding sale? Is it...an auction?"

Lin Xiaoluo nodded with a smile.

Since those people appeared in the Yipin Steak Restaurant, it meant that the family was not at peace. How could Lin Xiaoluo be reconciled if there was no blood.

Hmph, let you add insult to injury, let you watch the fire from the other side, you deserve it!
Laura was very efficient. In about 10 minutes, the waiters at the Steak House brought out ten bottles of red wine.

It was the same black waiter, his tone was a little unconfident, a little timid: "If you want to reserve a pint of red wine, please bid, and the highest price will win."

Those elites were speechless.

An auction, an auction?
Am I mistaken, this is a restaurant, isn't it natural to sell red wine?Even if you sell it more expensive, they will recognize it, but the auction...

This is to make them bleed, no, it is to make the boss behind them bleed!
When the news was sent back by these golden collars, they began to wait quietly. Several people looked at each other kindly, and even talked, communicated with each other, and reached a few deals, which is okay.

The waiters above also waited quietly, and two of them were so nervous that their heads were sweating, for fear of failing the filming.

In about 10 minutes, the mobile phones of these gold-collar workers rang, and the next moment, they looked at the people around them with hostility.

"One hundred thousand dollars to book two bottles of red wine!"

"20 reservations for a bottle of red wine!"

"22 reserved bottles!"

"25 million!"

"$40!!"

Several waiters stared wide-eyed, completely confused.

(End of this chapter)