Wanjie purchasing group

Chapter 41 Don't be polite

This kid definitely did it on purpose!
He originally thought that the other party was a poor ghost, how high could his vision be?

Abalone and lobster can kill him!
As a result, the 82-year-old Lafite was ordered.

What's more, it's just two bottles!
Lafite in 82 costs [-] a bottle!

Although Wang Feng can afford this little money.

But let a poor man drink such a good wine, his heart will bleed!

But the big words have already been uttered, if you stop them now, it will be a slap in the face.

Spend the extra money and bear it!
Face must be saved.

Moreover, ordering the 82-year-old Lafite for the future father-in-law is also a way of saving face.

Thinking of this made me feel better.

Wang Feng told Yang Lin to let go of ordering, but Yang Lin was really not polite at all.

Lobster, abalone, sea cucumber, bird's nest, matsutake... only pick the expensive ones, and Yang Lin has already ordered more than a dozen dishes in a short while.

"Almost." Bai Wenxuan coughed slightly.

Yang Lin is so small, it hurts him to look at it.

Wang Feng quickly pretended to be generous and said: "It's okay, Uncle Bai, I invite you and Tingting to dinner today, money is not a problem, as long as everyone eats and drinks well."

Since this coercion has already been pretended, he has to pretend to be brave.

Moreover, apart from the two bottles of wine, the rest of the dishes did not cost tens of thousands of dollars. Although it was a bit painful, it was still within his tolerance.

"exactly."

In the end, without waiting for Bai Wenxuan to answer, Yang Lin followed suit and said: "Xiao Wang is right, the most important thing is that we can eat and drink well, so look, Uncle Bai, I chose the most expensive one on the menu. As for the wine, I'll pick two good dishes later, please don't be too polite, Uncle Bai."

After Yang Lin finished speaking, Wang Feng almost vomited blood.

Who the hell is being polite to you? You're just an orderer, okay? It's as if you're spending money!
Wang Feng was furious, but he couldn't reason about this kind of thing.

If you want to talk about spending money with a poor man, it seems that he is too stingy and not organized enough.

When the time comes, the money is spent, but you still seem stingy, then it will be really depressing.

Therefore, he must endure now!
Bai Wenxuan also couldn't laugh or cry.

What Yang Lin said was right, he did order the food and wine, and he was the only one with such a thick skin that he had to open two bottles of 82-year-old Lafite...

Even so, he was powerless to refute, so he just nodded.

Bai Tingting, who was at the side, couldn't help laughing.

Soon, Yang Lin finished ordering and pushed the menu to Wang Feng: "Xiao Wang, take a look and see if there is anything else that needs to be added."

"I……!"

Wang Feng was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, it was really uncomfortable.

Handed him the menu, all right, but if that bastard...

Still call him Xiao Wang? !

The tone of this bastard is almost like the boss of the company, casually pushing a document to the secretary and asking the secretary to deal with it...

But the point is, you are a courier, what do you pretend to me? !
But the menu has already arrived in front of him, as a treat, if he refuses to look at it, it will appear to be negligent.

Helpless, Wang Feng could only flip through the menu again, picked two more at random, and handed the menu to Bai Wenxuan.

"Uncle Bai, see what else you need to order. If there is anything Tingting likes, you can order more." Wang Feng said.

This is his standard etiquette, okay?
In Wang Feng's heart, he despised Yang Lin again.

If you spend more money, you will spend more money, as long as you can leave a good impression on Bai Wenxuan and Bai Tingting.

Bai Wenxuan quickly waved his hand: "It's ok, it's already a lot after ordering so many."

He is also afraid of his daughter, messing around with Yang Lin, and opening two bottles of 82-year-old Lafite...

Ever since, ordering is finally over.

Wang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of a piano in the Emperor's Hall, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, this is a Pleyel piano imported from France. It has a unique mix of timbres, and it can be called a model among pianos."

Wang Feng said, feeling proud.

Bai Wenxuan said appreciatively: "It's Xiao Wang who knows a lot. How can an old man like me know this? Do you know Xiao Yang?"

Bai Wenxuan changed the subject and asked Yang Lin.

What no one expected was that Yang Lin nodded, "Yes."

Several people were stunned.

Even Bai Tingting was surprised.

Because of Yang Lin's family background, she knows it. She doesn't know how much this Pleyel piano is worth, but domestic pianos cost tens of thousands, and this one imported from France must be even more valuable. Yang Lin is not a musician Professional, how can you recognize this?
"Hmph, kid, don't be ashamed of your words!" Wang Feng said coldly, "How can you understand the art of Pleyel's piano!"

He thought Yang Lin was just bragging.

As he said that, Wang Feng proudly said: "It happens that the food hasn't been served yet, why don't I play a song for everyone?"

He won't pass up any chance to perform.

"Okay." Of course, Bai Wenxuan agreed with both hands, nodded quickly and said, "I didn't expect Xiao Wang to play the piano, it's really amazing, you have both talents."

"Uncle Bai won the prize."

Wang Feng smiled triumphantly, and came to the piano...

(End of this chapter)