Chapter 493: The Reincarnated Hua Tuo Kick! Part Two (1/2)

Chapter 493: The Reincarnated Hua Tuo Kick! (Part Two)

For each floor going up, the bottom limit for spending per person also went up, and Zhou Xiaoming and the others took Xu Cheng directly to the highest floor – the eighth floor.

The food here was all carefully picked delicate and luxurious dishes, and those that chose to dine on the eighth floor were mainly in the top 1% of society, or government officials welcoming high-level guests. Of course, mostly, it was the rich people that came here often, and each meal could easily go up to a couple dozen thousand yuan (a couple of thousand dollars), and that didn’t include those expensive drinks.

The waiter saw the car keys and the way the five young masters were dressed and knew right away that they probably came from big backgrounds. Thus, they were very friendly and professional.

Ye Xiu passed the menu to Xu Cheng since he was the main character today.

Xu Cheng hadn’t really had anything expensive to eat in a long time. Even after he got filthy rich, he didn’t really have the time to enjoy the food that the wealthiest 1% enjoyed. Since he was here today, he definitely wouldn’t be holding back. He ordered eight of the signature dishes here for the six of them.

Zhou Xiaoming ordered two bottles of Lafite that were worth tens of thousands of yuan.

“Oh sh-t, I forgot to bring over the alcohol the old man had at home. Those are the real deals,” Xu Cheng said a bit regrettably. Rather than red wine, he preferred hard liquor more.

“I brought it,” Nie Wenbo laughed and said. Then, he took out a bottle of special-supply Maotai Baijiu (TL notes: ones that were only made for high-level government officials), and he grinned towards Xu Cheng, “You see my sincerity now? Is this enough?”

Xu Cheng smiled. “Yeah, enough.”

“Holy crap, Old Nie, your old man back at home is helping you out to this degree?” Zhou Xiaoming couldn’t help but exclaim.

At this time, the waiter interrupted them, “My apologies, Sir, here we don’t allow outside drinks.”

Nie Wenbo put the bottle onto the table and said, annoyed, “Do you have this liquor here? If you do, give me three bottles and I will put this away. If you don’t then just stop bothering us, we only enjoy hard liquor like this.”

“Then I will go and check for you, Sir,” the waiter said and actually turned around and went to ask the manager.

“Idiot,” Nie Wenbo murmured.