The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 83 - 0: I Have a Girlfriend

"What, you’re awake? How can your hotel do this, did I just have some ’82 Lafite?" Luo Ywei suddenly stood up, shouting at the waitress.

The waitress gave a cold smile, repeating Luo Ywei’s earlier words, "You think I can’t afford it, huh? Bring me four bottles! Go decant them, and if I can’t finish, I’ll just pour them out."

"Sir, please drink slowly; I’ll arrange someone specifically to watch over you. At Starlight Hotel, no one dares to dine and dash," the waitress said, then spoke into the intercom, "Send some people to section D."

Luo Ywei’s eyes were bloodshot.

Four bottles of ’82 Lafite, that’s almost two hundred thousand, damn, two hundred thousand just to show off? Fuck, that would hurt anyone. Plus, the money he had made these past two years was barely close to three hundred thousand. And, he had just ordered forty portions of Beef Wellington!

Luo Ywei grabbed the menu from the woman next to him, looked at the items, and suddenly exploded in anger, "Eat NMB, this expensive stuff, is it something you can eat?"

The woman was stunned, her eyes welling up with tears, "Luo Ywei, you’re ruthless, what are you even worth? If it weren’t for you being with the provincial team, I wouldn’t bother dining with a bastard like you."

Zhang Fan’s smile grew wider as he watched the woman and spoke softly, "Didn’t you know he was kicked off the provincial team?"

The woman’s eyes widened in shock, glaring death at Luo Ywei, then picked up the glass next to her and threw the boiling water inside right into Luo Ywei’s face, "Liar, you big liar."

After saying that, the woman angrily grabbed her bag and left.

"Bitch, get back here!" Luo Ywei, wiping the water off his face, was furious. He was about to chase after her, but was grabbed and held back by four burly security guards wielding stun guns.

"Sir, please make your payment first. The total is two hundred fifty-four thousand, one hundred twelve yuan."

Upon hearing this number, Luo Ywei collapsed.

"So much money, are you robbing me?" Luo Ywei screamed hysterically, and immediately, everyone on the floor turned to look their way.

"Sir, ’82 Lafite, one hundred ninety-five thousand, five hundred fifty-two yuan, forty portions of Beef Wellington, considering you haven’t eaten a single serving, fifty-eight thousand five hundred sixty yuan in total. If you are a gold VIP, you can enjoy a discount of 9.8 percent," the security guard said, word by word. However, when he saw Zhang Fan’s taunting gaze, he couldn’t help shivering.

Damn, the Demon King, why is he here? Thankfully he was just upstairs; otherwise, he’d be lying on the ground with those guys.

After hearing the security guard’s words, laughter broke out from the crowd.

"This guy must be crazy, ordering four bottles of ’82 Lafite—man, even if you have money, that’s not how to spend it."

"Hehe, what’s he playing at, forty portions of Beef Wellington, why doesn’t it straight-up kill him."

"Hey, isn’t this Luo Ywei of the provincial team? My son loves basketball; I’ve seen their games."

"Haha, provincial team? You must be joking, how can someone from the provincial team have such low standards? Wasting is shameful; this bastard actually dared to order so many Beef Wellington, that’s tens of thousands of yuan."

Hearing the jeering around him, Luo Ywei completely collapsed, trembling as he pulled out his card, shouting, "Can I settle the bill now!"

All his savings from over two years, just gone with one meal.

"Sir, what about your Lafite?" the waitress asked.

"Get lost, I don’t want it anymore," Luo Ywei said, and then he ran out.

Zhang Fan was overjoyed and then told the waitress, "The guy and I are friends, bring the wine over to me."

Ye Yanran’s perception of Zhang Fan was refreshed once again. Luo Ywei and Zhang Fan friends? Anyone who’s not blind can see Luo Ywei was targeting Zhang Fan.

Everyone’s eyes bulged out, damn, that’s four bottles of ’82 Lafite. Even if you can’t finish them, taking them to go would still taste much better than average wine.

"Asshole, this guy, he actually just asked to bring him the wine?"

"Okay, sir, once the wine has breathed a little, I’ll bring it right over," the server whispered softly.

The people dining nearby were envious, damn, that’s a ’82 Lafite, many people haven’t even tasted this wine yet.

"Server, that guy and I are friends too," voices shouted continuously.

But the server ignored them.

Zhang Fan turned to his dad and said, "Dad, don’t you usually like to drink? This time, I’ll treat you to a feast, an ’82 Lafite, forty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."

Zhang Dongyang shrank his neck, also shocked by the price, "That expensive?"

"Ah, we’re rich, and these four bottles, they were sent by an idiot. It’s free wine so why not drink it? Take one bottle home later for a slow taste," Zhang Fan laughed heartily.

Ye Yanran rolled her eyes and shot Zhang Fan a cold glare, this guy, truly shameless. Luo Ywei would probably be furious enough to jump off a building when he finds out his ordered ’82 Lafite was guzzled by Zhang Fan.

However, Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan were starry-eyed watching Zhang Fan. The scene of him duping Luo Ywei just now, they thought, was utterly cool.

Soon, the guys from the Inspection Department all ran over, along with Lin Qing and a few girls.

"Team Ye, I didn’t expect you to be treating," a few of the girls said sweetly.

Ye Yanran curled her lip, "This meal, your Teacher Zhang is treating you, and he’s already ordered a Wellington beef steak and four bottles of ’82 Lafite for each of you."

"What, Teacher Zhang is treating?" The guys’ admiration was instantly evident. novelbuddy-cσ๓

"Shit, ’82 Lafite? Team Ye, did I hear that right?" a shriek erupted.

"Fuck, from ’82?" others’ eyes also popped out.

Damn, one bottle for 48888, four bottles, shit, Teacher Zhang is a tycoon.

"Cough cough, no big deal, no big deal, let’s eat and drink to our heart’s content today, continue ordering, but limit to three thousand per person," Zhang Fan joked.

"Teacher Zhang, guaranteed, like that French foie gras, I’ll have five servings," the guys smirked at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan squinted his eyes, with a smirk, "Sure, but you’re out of luck for Lafite."

"Fuck, Teacher Zhang, I was just kidding, you can’t miss a chance to drink ’82 Lafite, that would be deadly!"

The guys started panicking. Damn, they could go without the food, but ’82 Lafite, they had to try it no matter what, damn, at 48888 a bottle, and with a monthly salary of just five to six thousand, who the hell could afford that?

Zhang Fan looked at the bunch and burst out laughing, "Today, let’s eat and drink merrily, haha."

"Long live Teacher Zhang."

"I love you, Teacher Zhang!"

The guys and girls from the Inspection Department all cheered loudly.

"Cough cough, I do have a girlfriend, you guys shouldn’t mess around," Zhang Fan scanned the girls and chuckled.