"Holy crap, that was so badass!"
"Yeah, yeah! You think a big shot like him is worried about the cost of one bottle?"
"For a big shot who can afford a ten-million-plus bottle of liquor, a hundred or even eight hundred thousand is probably just pocket change! Hehe, to show off how distinguished he is, how about he bestows the bottle on me after he's done?"
"Holy crap, have you no shame? I remember you were the one who just said that if this bottle was worth over a thousand, you'd eat the whole thing, bottle and all!"
After witnessing Fang Chenyi's wealth, the crowd's tune unanimously shifted to one of flattery and bootlicking. It couldn't be helped; compared to a big shot like him, they weren't even worthy of carrying his shoes.
While Fang Chenyi couldn't care less, Manager Wu remained extremely cautious. After all, there were only ten of these bottles in the entire country. If he broke it, his career in the spirit tasting circle would be over.
Fortunately, the prior preparations had been thorough. After enduring the heartache of breaking the anti-counterfeit seal, Manager Wu's efforts finally paid off, and the luxurious, multi-million-yuan liquor was presented before everyone.
Seeing Manager Wu cradling the white bottle, too scared to even try opening it, Fang Chenyi rolled his eyes. He reached out and snatched the bottle from the manager's hands. Before anyone could react, he gripped the cap and gave it a hard twist. With a CLICK, the cap came right off.
This scene made Manager Wu's heart ache as if it were being sliced by a knife. A wave of regret washed over him. 'Oh my god, what a monstrous waste! A monstrous waste! With just that one move, the bottle's resale value dropped by at least a hundred thousand yuan! But that's not even the main point. The main point is how painful it is to watch!'
Of course, the liquor belonged to Fang Chenyi, so what he did with it was his own business. In the end, Manager Wu opened his mouth but said nothing.
As the cap came off, a rich, sauce-like aroma wafted from the mouth of the bottle.
Seeing Fang Chenyi grab two glass tumblers and prepare to pour, Manager Wu quickly tried to stop him.
"Sir, sir! Please wait, just a moment."
Fang Chenyi gave the agitated manager a strange look. He didn't say anything, but the impatience on his face was plain to see.
Manager Wu of Jing'an Village didn't dare keep him in suspense any longer and hurriedly said, "Sir, this liquor is simply too precious. To drink it from ordinary glass tumblers would be... inappropriate. Please wait a moment, and I'll go fetch our finest drinking vessels for you two to use."
Hearing this, Fang Chenyi waved his hand dismissively. Then, to Manager Wu's dumbfounded expression, he went GLUG GLUG GLUG and poured the multi-million-yuan baijiu into the ordinary glass tumbler.
"It's fine. No matter how good it is, it's still for drinking. Besides, a cup is a cup. As long as it holds liquor, it's good enough."
As he spoke, he also grabbed Bai Menghan's glass. Watching the slightly yellowish, viscous liquid pour into a tumbler that cost little more than ten yuan, Manager Wu, a certified sommelier, was already cursing up a storm in his head.
Once the liquor was poured, Fang Chenyi pushed a glass in front of Bai Menghan.
Staring at the glass of liquor worth millions, Bai Menghan was already scared silly. Poverty had limited her imagination. In her mind, if she had that kind of money, she would at least buy a house or a car—definitely not spend it on a single glass of liquor. To be honest, for a fleeting moment, she even felt the urge to sell this drink.
Of course, that was just a thought. If she really did that, the handsome guy in front of her would definitely be disgusted with her.
"Here, try it. See what you think."
After gesturing to Bai Menghan, Fang Chenyi was the first to pick up his glass. He brought the million-yuan baijiu to his nose and took a light sniff. Instantly, the characteristic pungent smell of baijiu rushed into his nostrils. The moment he smelled it, Fang Chenyi, who rarely drank baijiu, frowned. 'Even a multi-million-yuan liquor smells this harsh.'
But in the eyes of the surrounding diners, it meant something else entirely. Paired with Fang Chenyi's handsome looks and his unrestrained air, his current appearance—holding a glass and frowning—looked exactly like someone contemplating the quality of the spirit.
"Wow, that guy is just so stylish."
"The way he smells the liquor is so hot."
"Sigh, I'm so jealous of the woman across from him."
Fang Chenyi had no idea that a simple frown from him could cause such a commotion among the women in the dining hall. Seeing this, Bai Menghan, who was sitting across from him, was instantly on high alert, looking at the other women as if they were all romantic rivals.
He shook his head helplessly and ignored the crowd, instead bringing the glass to his lips on his own. He opened his mouth and took a small, gentle sip.
'Holy crap, what is this junk? It burns my throat!' With one small sip down, Fang Chenyi felt nothing but a fiery spice in his mouth. He grumbled internally, 'What is this crap?'
He gently set the glass down and looked over at Bai Menghan. He saw that she too was holding her glass, carefully taking a tiny sip. Watching her little face scrunch up with an expression that said she wanted to spit it out but couldn't bear to, Fang Chenyi was amused. 'Looks like she can't drink either, or she wouldn't be making that face.'
Alas, though it was a multi-million-yuan liquor, in the hands of someone like Fang Chenyi who couldn't appreciate it, it was truly a monstrous waste.
He put down his glass and turned his head, only to see the restaurant manager still standing by his table, staring at his glass without even blinking. Fang Chenyi was speechless. 'It's just a bottle of liquor. Does he have to be that desperate for it?'
He casually grabbed another glass tumbler. Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he went GLUG GLUG GLUG again and poured a full glass. After pouring, Fang Chenyi pushed it forward and jutted his chin at Manager Wu. "Here. Sit down and have a drink with us."
An uproar...
"My god, that big shot is way too generous! I just saw, that's a two-liang glass. One bottle can only pour five of those, and the bottle is fifteen million, which means one glass is three million!"
"Big shot, big shot! I'm ready to admit defeat! I'll make good on my word, please let me eat all that liquor!!"
...
Setting the crowd aside, Manager Wu himself stared at the full glass before him, momentarily ecstatic. But then he remembered its value and hastily waved his hands.
"No, no, no, how could I possibly drink such an expensive liquor from you, sir? How about this? If you wouldn't mind, I'd be willing to buy this glass from you. What do you think?"
"I don't think much of it. If you want to drink it, sit down and drink. If you want to buy it, then stop dawdling in front of me."
[To be continued...]