The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 82 - 0 Do You Know What Wine I Ordered?

After understanding the implied meaning in Zhang Dongyang’s words, Ye Xuan’s face turned as red as an apple.

Zhang Fan, tilting his head with a mischievous smile on his face, came over to Ye Xuan, took her hand, and said, "Yeah, when can we meet your parents?"

To be honest, he wanted to meet Ye Xuan’s parents too. After all, they were going to be family in the future.

Ye Xuan was bashfully shy and reached out to pinch Zhang Fan on the waist.

She somewhat dreaded imagining her always stern-faced father meeting Zhang Fan. Breaking Zhang Fan’s leg? Very likely!

"Uncle, look at them, you have to do something!" Zhang Xiaoyuan hugged Zhang Dongyang’s arm and shook it violently.

Zhang Dongyang, who was all smiles, immediately put on a straight face and coughed lightly.

"Uncle, weren’t you guys going to eat? Hurry up and go," Yan Liangxi was on the verge of tears. Sweat continuously seeped from his forehead, and one of his arms was still drooping in pain. He was so in pain he was close to cursing. What were these people doing chitchatting here instead of hurrying up to eat?

Zhang Dongyang quickly nodded and led the way into the hotel.

"Hmph, just you, a poor wretch, I don’t believe you can really afford it," Luo Ywei, holding onto a woman, followed Zhang Fan and the others into the hotel at a leisurely pace.

So what if he’s good at fighting, and so what if he’s a teacher at the Inspection Department? Especially seeing the cheap and even rustic clothes on Zhang Fan’s father made him even more disdainful.

Thinking about treating them, not even considering who he was.

Yan Liangxi instructed the front desk to take good care of Zhang Fan and the others, then he immediately had someone send him to the hospital. He couldn’t bear it any longer. Once he was in the car, he howled in agony.

It hurt, damn it hurt so much.

However, his phone soon rang.

"Yan Liangxi, Old Wu has been crippled, what happened?" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of accusation.

Yan Liangxi, enduring the pain, practically gritted his teeth as he spoke, "Boss, the other party has a big background, related to the Inspection Department, and Brother Wu was taken out in a blink of an eye. I can’t afford to mess with them."

"Damn waste, you can’t afford to mess with him? Are you saying I can? I’ll be right back, keep an eye on them." With that, the person on the other end hung up the phone.

Yan Liangxi had a bitter smile on his face and quickly urged, "Take me to the nearest hospital."

"This way, please." The waitress led Zhang Fan and the others to a small private room.

Zhang Fan looked at the private room, which could only seat about a dozen people. This wasn’t going to be enough; the bunch from the Inspection Department was going to join them later.

"Let’s sit in the main hall," Zhang Fan said. After all, they were just eating, and the seating wouldn’t affect the meal.

"This way, please," the waitress led Zhang Fan to a huge table.

The table was very large, completely able to accommodate more than thirty people. Zhang Fan had learned something new, it was indeed a Five Stars hotel with such tables.

But then, remembering what his father had said before, his face immediately turned dark again.

Damn, having to treat that bunch to a meal, fortunately, he had scraped together five hundred thousand yesterday.

"Waiter, the menu," Zhang Fan snapped his fingers and called out.

Soon, a waitress brought the menu over.

Zhang Fan opened the menu and was truly shocked by the prices. The cheapest dish was 188, and the most expensive ones reached over three thousand. However, the priciest item was still the ’82 Lafite, priced at 48,888 per bottle. Damn, this was indeed a gathering place for the wealthy.

"Let’s start with a Beef Wellington, medium well," Zhang Fan said.

"I’ll take two!"

Not far away, Luo Ywei shouted at the top of his lungs. Hmph, it’s just steak.

Zhang Fan glanced at Luo Ywei and tapped on the table, "Three."

Luo Ywei yelled out directly, "Four!"

"Ten."

"Fifteen."

"Twenty!"

"Thirty," Zhang Fan said with a cold laugh.

"Forty!" Luo Ywei looked at Zhang Fan with a teasing smile. He had been in the province basketball team for more than two years and had already made tens of millions. Was he short of this little money? As for Zhang Fan, well, his dad is so unsophisticated, there’s no way he has that much money.

"Sir, are you sure? The restaurant has a rule that if there is leftover food, an extra double fee will be charged, and no food except red wine can be taken out."

"It’s just double the fee, I have money, I can afford it," Luo Ywei said, knowing well the price of Wellington steak was just 488 per portion, a few tens of thousands, which he could definitely afford. Zhang Fan’s group of five had ordered thirty portions; couldn’t he afford forty?

Zhang Fan gave Luo Ywei a glance, flipping through the menu with his finger, and whispered, "A bottle of ’82 Lafite."

Luo Ywei instantly shouted, "Two bottles!"

The waiter looked at Luo Ywei skeptically and asked, "Are you sure, sir?"

Two bottles of ’82 Lafite, that’s almost a hundred thousand. Plus the forty portions of Wellington steak earlier, that’s close to one hundred and twenty thousand. With just two people on their side, even if one person eats five portions, there are still thirty portions left, and the fee for these thirty portions is for ninety portions. In total, that’s around one hundred fifty thousand.

Luo Ywei slammed the table forcefully, "Think I can’t afford it? Bring me four bottles! Wake them up, and if I can’t finish them, I’ll pour them out."

He only heard the word "bottle", and in his view, what red wine could Zhang Fan possibly afford? At most a few thousand yuan for red wine, just chump change.

The waiter’s expression changed and immediately woke the wine through the intercom for Luo Ywei.

Four bottles of ’82 Lafite, huh, that’s more than one hundred ninety thousand. That’s not a small amount.

"If the wine isn’t woken up, pack it up later," Zhang Fan said with a smirk to Luo Ywei, then turned to the waiter and continued, "Get the steaks ready first, call us when everyone arrives."

"Sir, you have more people coming?" the waiter asked in surprise.

Zhang Fan nodded, looking at Luo Ywei as if he were looking at an idiot, and slowly said, "Another twenty or so people, heh heh."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ywei’s face instantly changed color. Damn, more people? Motherfucker, this kid didn’t waste a single portion of steak he has ordered?

"Hmph, pauper, one steak per person, you can really do that. You’re also packing the red wine; are you going insane from poverty?" Luo Ywei snorted and then threw the menu to the woman beside him, "Order whatever, I’ll make sure you eat to your heart’s content today."

Zhang Fan smiled darkly, looking at Luo Ywei and said, "Do you even know what wine I just ordered?"

Luo Ywei said carelessly, "With your trashy self, what wine could you possibly order?"

Zhang Fan was in good spirits, although he had five hundred thousand, this wasn’t the way to spend it. He tapped the table lightly, wearing a teasing smile, "An ’82 Lafite, four bottles. Ah, wealthy people are indeed different, two people drinking four bottles of ’82 Lafite."

Luo Ywei’s face turned white in an instant. Damn, ’82 Lafite? One bottle for 48888? He ordered four?

"Waiter, I don’t need my wine woken up," Luo Ywei hurriedly called out.

"Sorry sir, I have already woken your wine, and it cannot be returned," the waiter said with a look of disgust, addressing Luo Ywei.