Supreme Evil Young Master

The waiter was none other than the 'wine' Yang Tian mentioned just now.

If one were to talk about wine, who would talk about it? How much is a bottle of wine worth? Louis XIII, 1856, only produced 500 bottles in 1856. It was said that there were only a few dozen bottles of this wine in the world, seven bottles from the British royal family and two from the Arab royal family. The rest were all in the hands of the world's rich and powerful, and each bottle was now auctioned off at a starting price of 9.6 million euros.

"Sir, this is the wine you requested, as well as all the dishes added. Would you like to take a look?" After the waiter placed the bottle of wine in front of Yang Tian, he brought the bill to Doyle and asked.

"Ugh …" Hearing the waiter's words, Doyle felt as if his brain had short-circuited. He didn't know what had happened or what had happened. Why is there such an expensive wine here? Impossible! Impossible, absolutely impossible. Stunned by what was happening in front of him …

"Sir, are you all right? Would you like to check the bill? " Seeing Doyle in a daze, the waiter subconsciously glanced at Yang Tian. Under Yang Tian's slight nod, he repeated what he had said just now.

"How much is it altogether?" Doyle asked, looking up stiffly at the bill in the waiter's hand.

"Sir, you spent a total of twenty-seven million five hundred and sixty thousand yuan, and after the discount, it was twenty-seven million …" Here's the bill, please take a look. Is there a problem? "

Seeing this scene, Yang Tian couldn't help but laugh inside. This person was really idiotic, spending money to treat others to a meal, yet he didn't know that he was being toyed with. Yang Tian wanted to laugh out loud, but couldn't do so. Did they talk to you? Did you hear that? "

"Ah …" Hearing Yang Tian's words, Doyle felt that something wasn't right and asked, "How much money did you just spend?"

"Sir, you spent a total of twenty-seven million five hundred and sixty thousand yuan. After the discount, it was twenty-seven million yuan. Is there a problem?" the waiter repeated impatiently.

"What?" This time, when Doyle heard the numbers clearly, he was stunned for a moment before asking in disbelief, "How is that possible? Are you guys wrong? This meal cost that much money? You... "All of you are just messing around …"

From Doyle's point of view, this meal was at most worth tens of thousands of dollars. How could there be so much money? He seemed to have forgotten the expensive Louis XIII bottle that was placed in front of Yang Tian.

"That's right, sir. This is all electronic accounting. There's no way we could have made a mistake. This is …" The waiter explained.

"Impossible! Why are there so many? " Dalton was furious, and before the waiter could finish what he was about to say, he jumped up from his chair and said angrily, "How many impossibilities in this world can't turn out to be possible? What about the bill? I really want to see, what's so expensive here? "

"Sir, your order of '1856' Louis XIII has already cost twenty-seven million yuan. How could there be any mistakes? If it wasn't for the fact that they were all Chinese, our boss wouldn't sell it! "He spent a high price to get this bottle of wine from the auction …" The waiter frowned, seeing how nervous Doyle was, he was a bit unhappy. He passed the bill to Doyle, and whispered in Chinese: "You don't have any money, so why are you charging so much money? I see that you look like someone who's worth around 250,000, not like someone who can drink with this kind of wine …" "Really …"

"What?" What did you say? speak English, don't say your birdsong... " When Doyle heard the waiter say something in Chinese that he did not understand, he immediately blew up. He pointed at the waiter and said, "You are just a small waiter, how dare you treat me like this. Do you believe that I will complain to you? "Let your restaurant close down..."

The waiter did not answer Doyle's question, but pointed to the bill and politely said, "Sir, the bill is in your hands. Take a look at it yourself, there is absolutely no mistake with the data!"

Doyle picked up the bill and looked at it. When he saw Louis XIII in 1856, he was stupefied. He pointed to the bill and said to the waiter, "What is this? Who are you lying to about the fact that a place like this would have Louis XIII in 1856? Could he be using a fake bottle of wine to disguise himself? And … This... Who ordered these dishes? I... "I want to sue you …"

"Sir, you didn't ask for it, right? But the person beside you asked for it …" The attendant pointed at Yang Tian and said, "He said that you are responsible for checking the bills, so …"

The waiter felt great as he thought, "Damn, I'll let you pretend. Now, do you know how deep the sea is?"

"He … What did he want? " Doyle was stunned and didn't know what to say. He had indeed said that Yang Tian could spend whatever he wanted and that he could, but he didn't expect that Yang Tian would ask for a bottle of wine that even the rich couldn't drink. This was too outrageous, wasn't it? A single meal cost twenty million. No matter how rich Doyle was, he wouldn't be able to bear it. This meal alone cost him a year's salary. Moreover, he didn't even have a team with Xu Yingying.

It wasn't that Doyle couldn't afford it, it was just that he wasn't willing. He thought for a while, then said to the waiter, "Since you want these things, why don't you make me agree to it? If you don't have my signature on this bill, you won't be able to get the money... "

"Hey, Doyle, what you said was wrong. You clearly said that I could spend whatever I want, but you didn't have any objections. Isn't that just a bottle of wine?" "What are you so excited about …" Hearing Doyle's words, Yang Tian couldn't sit still any longer. He pointed at Doyle's nose and began to criticize him.

Doyle was stunned for a moment and immediately remembered what he had said to Yang Tian. He was unwilling to accept this. Could it be that he was going to suffer this loss just because he was dumb? No, he really didn't want to be played by a little kid like that.

Putting on airs was fine, but spending twenty million just for showing off was something Doyle was very unwilling to do. Moreover, he had never even touched Xu Yingying's hand before, even if she agreed to follow him now, Doyle would feel that twenty million was not worth it.

"What the hell do you mean?" Doyle threw the bill on the table and said angrily, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You think I'm Kai-zi? Who can afford twenty million? "

"You said it yourself, I can spend it however I want. You said as long as I finish eating and find an excuse to leave, you would cover all of my expenses tonight. If you ask for a bottle of wine, you'll just stare at each other... If you can't afford it, then f * ck off, don't f * cking pretend to be a big tail in front of laozi … "You still want to woo our Yingying even like this, piss on yourself, f * ck …" Yang Tian sneered.

"What …" "You …" When the women heard this, they immediately knew what had happened. The most excited one was Xu Yingying. She pointed at Doyle and angrily said, "Doyle, don't let me see you again in the future …" You can even do such a thing, I was wrong about you! "

With that said, Xu Yingying picked up a glass of wine and poured it onto Doyle's face. She focused all of her anger, which had nowhere to vent it, on this cup of wine.

The red liquid ran down Doyle's face, and Doyle wiped it with his hand, ignoring the looks of others. He said calmly, "You guys are ruthless! I won't admit to it, I won't sign the bill... "

Yang Tian coldly smiled. Since he had already eaten most of the food, he waved to the waiter and said, "He won't buy it, I'll buy it …"

"Withdraw from the previous transaction, will you be paying?" the waiter asked, glancing at the battered Doyle.

"Of course, if he doesn't sign, this deal can't be considered as a success. Revoke it, I'll buy it …" Yang Tian nodded.

When Doyle heard Yang Tian's words, he didn't believe that Yang Tian would come up with such a huge sum of money. He stared at Yang Tian as if he was a fool watching a play.

"Yes, sir, twenty-seven million." The waiter said with a smile.

"Shua!" Yang Tian casually took out his bank card from the Soaring Dragon Bank. He pointed to the bottle of wine on the table and said to the waiter, "Pack this bottle of wine, I'm going to take it away …"

"Yes!" Please wait a moment! " That waiter took Yang Tian's bank card and respectfully walked towards the cashier's desk, despising Doyle in his heart. What do you mean by difference, look at him, he's worth twenty million and doesn't even say a word.

When Doyle saw Yang Tian take out his bank card, he was momentarily stunned. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand how a person like Yang Tian could afford to pay twenty million? No matter how he looked at it, Yang Tian didn't look like a rich person. He didn't even blink when he bought the sum of twenty-seven million. Doyle looked at the waiter's actions at the cashier counter and shook his head, muttering to himself, "This is impossible …" "Impossible …"

Not long after, the attendant returned with Yang Tian's card. The attendant first returned the bank card to Yang Tian, then took out a document for him to sign: "Mister …. Please check and sign the bill! "Thank you!"

"En!" Yang Tian nodded, took the bank card and the bill, then casually signed the bill. He then returned the bill back to the waiter and smiled, "All of you need to be more careful in the future, open your eyes wide and look clearly, some people dress like dogs. In reality, you don't have a single cent in your pocket … Don't think that he's rich just because people are well-dressed. "

"Thank you for the reminder, I welcome your next visit." The waiter wanted to laugh, but facing Doyle, he resisted the urge to laugh. He bowed to Yang Tian, turned around, and left.

"You … Are you kidding me? " Now, Doyle finally understood what was going on. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Yang Tian and asked.

"I say you're not sick?" Yang Tian impatiently frowned and coldly smiled, "You are the one who is pretending to be awesome. Why are you blaming me? Let me tell you, in the future don't appear in front of Yingying, I don't have the time to waste on you … Xiao Jie, Wan'er, Yingying, let's go … "Don't stay here with this idiot. I heard that he's contagious, hehe …"

"Puchi!" After saying that, the three women laughed at the same time and stood up. They ran to Yang Tian's side and prepared to leave.

"Good …" We'll see! " Doyle had never been fooled like this before. Under the weird gazes of the people in the restaurant, he felt like a monkey in a zoo …

"Hmph …" Yang Tian coldly snorted and ignored Doyle. Carrying the packaged Louis XIII, he walked out of the restaurant with the three women and left Doyle in the dining room.