Mr. Fu, You’ve Spoiled Your Wife Rotten!: Chapter 15 One meal cost 1.09 million

  Chapter 15 One meal cost 1.09 million

  Chu Xiubai didn't expect Li Beibei to go out for a long time and not come back.

   I can't help feeling a little anxious.

   Couldn't be lost.

   After speaking, he got up to go out to look for it.

  But when he walked to the door, he was stopped by the tall French waiter, who still spoke fluent Chinese: "Sir, do you want to pay the bill?"

  Chu Xiubai said: "I just went out to find my friends."

   "Sorry, sir, our rule here is to pay first."

  Chu Xiubai said: "Today is my friend's treat."

  Chu Xiubai felt that the waiter looked at him in an instant, showing a hint of disdain, as if he was looking at a little boy who was eating and drinking for nothing.

  Under the influence of self-esteem, Chu Xiubai said: "Okay, then I will pay the bill."

  Chu Xiubai was led to the front desk, and the bill was sandwiched in a gold-inlaid leather splint and handed over.

  Seeing the last number, Chu Xiubai was so frightened that he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, 1.09 million? Are you robbing?"

  The handsome French waiter showed an expression looking at the bumpkin, but his tone was still extraordinarily polite: "Sir, this is a low cost in Qingyulou."

  Chu Xiubai calmed down and looked at the menu carefully.

  In fact, the dishes are actually pretty good, there are hundreds of them, but there is one item that is as high as more than one million.

  Chu Xiubai pointed to the incomprehensible text on the menu: "What is this?"

  The waiter explained patiently: "This is the red wine you ordered. The 2005 Romanee-Conti. Mr. Chu has a good eye. The red wine of this year is very good, so the price is indeed a bit expensive."

  Chu Xiubai's face turned blue and purple, he only prepared 50,000 yuan in the card today, 1.09 million is simply an astronomical figure for him.

  At this time, he didn't care about face, he could only say, "Can I make a call?"

  The waiter made a gesture of letting go.

  Chu Xiubai went to the corner to call Li Beibei.

  Although it was a bit embarrassing, Li Beibei did say that she was here for the treat.

  After the call was made, there was always no one answering it.

  Chu Xiubai was getting more and more panicked, where did Li Beibei go at this juncture?

After calling for a long time and still no one answered, Chu Xiubai could only bite the bullet and say to the waiter: "I'm sorry, my friend may be drunk and won't answer the phone, but she said she will definitely treat guests. By the way, she is your friend." Miss Li Yanliang, the VIP member next door, can you delay it for one night for her sake."

  The waiter still had a polite smile on his face, and he calmly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Manager Zhao, there are people here who eat Bawang's meal and opened a bottle of 2005 Romanee-Conti."

  Chu Xiubai heard the waiter say this, and quickly explained: "It's not a king's meal, it's my friend's treat, but now she's gone, maybe she's drunk somewhere, can you help find someone first."

  The waiter looked at Chu Xiubai politely: "Two people, one of them has already escaped."

  Chu Xiubai: "..."

   After a while, Manager Zhao came over. He was short, with greasy hair and pink face, and there was a calculating look under a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

  He looked Chu Xiubai up and down: "You know where Qingyulou is, and you actually come here to eat Bawang's meal?"

  Chu Xiubai was still trying to explain: "I don't, my friend is the daughter of the Li family, and she will come back and pay the bill."

  Manager Zhao sneered: "It's the first time I've seen anyone who comes here to spend is not a wealthy chaebol. It's the first time I've seen someone who can't even spend 1.09 million."

Before Chu Xiubai had time to speak, Manager Zhao seemed to be impatient and said: "Qingyulou's rules, when guests can't afford to spend, they will exchange things of the same value. This Mr. Chu, it seems that tonight, you have to buy Keep something from your body."

  (end of this chapter)