CHAPTER 110: 108, WHAT DOES 100,000 YUAN OF WINE COUNT FOR? POP THEM ALL OPEN!

In the bar.

Zhang Shunyong quickly led Luofeng and the others to a large booth by the dance floor and thoughtfully prepared a drinks menu for Luofeng. Zhang Shunyong also realized that this young and honorable gentleman would probably be the one picking up the tab this time.

"So, Brother Feng, what’s the plan for tonight?"

As Luofeng sat in the middle of the sofa at the booth, Zhang Shunyong knelt on one knee, squatting next to Luofeng. This was typical for bars; sales managers often adopted this attitude towards the rich second generation. After all, the more the customers spent, the higher the commission.

As Luofeng flipped through the drinks menu, he asked, "I’ve heard that there’s something called the ’shenglongtao’ here in the bars. Do you have it?"

Zhang Shunyong’s eyes immediately lit up, his expression becoming even more attentive. "Yes, of course we do, Brother Feng. We have three sets here, including the Gold and Rose Gold versions. We also have the Purple Gold Mini Dragon for 42,888 yuan, the Platinum version for 78,888 yuan, and then there’s the Black Gold Big Shenlong for 99,999 yuan."

After hearing the introduction, Luofeng smiled and said, "Well then, let’s go with the Big Shenlong set."

Zhang Shunyong’s eyes narrowed into a line with joy. "Okay, okay, Brother Feng, we’ll arrange the Big Shenlong for everyone right away, along with fruit platters, snacks, and beer."

To be honest, once this package was ordered, as for snacks? They could have whatever they wanted, all complimentary. It was a nearly 100,000 yuan set, after all. Truth be told, there weren’t many orders like this in a month. The wealthy had no need to spend like this, and those without money couldn’t afford it. It was like luxury cars worth tens of millions: the truly wealthy had no need to buy them, while such cars were out of reach for those without money.

After Zhang Shunyong left, Lin Xiaoyun, who had been pretending to be composed all this time, couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice, "Damn it, my Brother Feng, my very own brother, is too awesome, arranging the Big Shenlong? That’s almost a hundred thousand!"

"Brother Luo Feng, you’re too generous," Chen Dali also said, his eyes full of excitement.

Ma Jian, who was there to mooch off the drinks, sat quietly in the corner of the long sofa. He had no intention of speaking. After all, he was just there for the free drinks, and he wasn’t familiar with everyone, so he didn’t know what to say.

The others had deliberately seated Duanmu Yunji next to Luofeng, and she smiled sweetly, "You’re truly the tycoon who immediately bought a Ferrari 488."

"Ah?" Luofeng turned to look at her. "Is my car arranged yet?" After all, the car needed to be transported from Capital City back to Shanghai. There were many arrangements to be made. Luofeng certainly didn’t have a Capital City license plate.

Duanmu Yunji softly said, "Don’t worry, a master technician helped apply the protective film this afternoon. By now, it is likely already on its way here."

Seeing this, Luofeng asked her, "Are you going back to the car show tomorrow?"

Duanmu Yunji nodded. "Of course I will go. Didn’t I tell you before? It’s 3,000 yuan a day, and although it’s quite similar to being a car show model, it doesn’t involve being gawked at as much as it used to. If I’m lucky, like when I meet a rich customer like you, the commission can be quite hefty. So why wouldn’t I go?"

"That makes a lot of sense. I’m even tempted to become a salesperson. Are you in need of male models?" Luofeng said jokingly with a smile.

Duanmu Yunji, however, sized up Luofeng’s physique.

He was indeed good; he had the physique of a male model. And his facial attractiveness? Probably around 91 points. All in all, he was like an entry-level male god. But for men at this level, appearance wasn’t that significant anymore. After all, while women might not fall in love at first sight with such looks, no woman would dislike such an appearance, right? So, in terms of looks, he was more than good enough.

"Male model, huh? Do you know, those who can afford to buy cars are generally men, so well, male salespeople..." Duanmu Yunji trailed off, not finishing her thought.

Indeed, she was right. In today’s society, most women, aside from those in the service industry, hardly made a lot of money. Men, on the other hand, had the desire to strive and felt they must strive. Therefore, the ones who could really afford luxury cars were usually men. As for women? Most had cars bought by their parents or given by boyfriends; the number of women who bought cars through their own efforts was quite limited. This wasn’t meant as a slight against women. After all, even among men, those who bought cars on their own were rare, weren’t they? Just like luxury cars worth millions—if you weren’t born into that wealth, such a car was likely out of reach for a lifetime.

However, as Luofeng and Duanmu Yunji were chatting, the DJ on the spot said with passion and excitement, "Congratulations to Brother Feng in booth No. 2, for ordering the Big Shenlong set!"

Following the DJ’s shout, some of the men and women who had arrived early at the venue also turned to look over at Luofeng’s booth. The minimum charge for this bar was indeed 2,000 yuan. That threshold was already quite high. But those who could afford the Big Shenlong were few and far between.

Luofeng knew that soon, women in black stockings would eagerly approach him, perhaps with the top few buttons of their blouses undone. But he didn’t even want to glance their way; everyone in the know understood what such women were after. Weren’t they just there to wheedle a few thousand yuan out of him? If things went further, it would be about bags worth tens of thousands. And eventually, a "breakup fee" of over a hundred thousand... That was their goal.

"Um..."

Luofeng was somewhat speechless at the DJ’s hype. It was just one hundred thousand yuan worth of alcohol; did it really need such pomp and circumstance? Thankfully, he kept these thoughts to himself. Otherwise, Lin Xiaoyun would have been both envious and grumbling, probably telling Luofeng to "get real" or something similar. But for Luofeng, it was merely a trifle. Just a hundred thousand yuan, after all. Who did they take him for, anyway? He, Brother Feng, was regarded as Thor on the Huya platform, master of the ultimate lightning arts. Ever heard of Million Brother? He could spend a million in a single night. Now, after Luofeng had helped Liu Hanyan win the championship twice, the name Million Brother was becoming even more famous on Huya.

Soon after, a bunny girl in black stockings, stepping in sexy high heels, came over pushing a small cart. On the cart were various snacks, tissues, and other such items. It also held all sorts of playful gadgets—legitimate ones, of course, not the kind that would be soiled after a single use.

Zhang Shunyong also arrived, squatted down without blocking Luofeng’s view of the show, and respectfully said, "Brother Feng, we’ll just decorate the booth for you, it’s a standard part of the shenglongtao package."

"Alright, go ahead." Luofeng nodded. Although he found it a bit awkward, seeing the excited expressions on Lin Xiaoyun and the others’ faces, Luofeng knew that everyone apart from himself was willing, so there was no point in dampening everyone’s mood. After all, drinking was secondary for Luofeng this time. The main point was to make them happy. If they weren’t happy, Luofeng wouldn’t be happy either. Hopefully, they’d all give perfect scores so that he could get a tenfold cashback on everything.

"Here we go, everyone, six bottles of Spade A."

"Colorful Summer Fruit Platter!"

"And the three dozen beers on the house!"

Zhang Shunyong personally placed the items from the cart onto the large glass table with all due respect. The bunny girls busied themselves decorating the entire booth.

"Xiaoyong, what are you doing standing there? Open them all."

"Huh?" Zhang Shunyong was puzzled after hearing what Luofeng said, his face a big question mark.

Although Zhang Shunyong had pegged Luofeng as a distinguished guest at first glance, he also observed that Luofeng didn’t seem very familiar with this group. So, in such situations, ordering the Big Shenlong was usually just for show. Typically, they’d open one or two bottles as a token gesture and save the rest, perhaps ordering some cheaper champagne to fill out the table. But now Luofeng was telling him to open them all? Zhang Shunyong had never encountered such a guest before. Didn’t all regular bar-goers have their little tricks for saving liquor? You’d bring the expensive bottles out, not pressure anyone to drink them, let them politely decline, and then store the unopened bottles. Next time you needed to impress a girl, or a friend came over, you could bring it out—talk about a great way to save face, right?

"So, open all of them?" Zhang Shunyong asked incredulously, wanting to avoid any misunderstanding. This was one hundred thousand yuan worth of liquor—he couldn’t afford to compensate if there was a mistake.

"You heard right, open them all. There are eight of us; I think six bottles of liquor shouldn’t be too hard to handle, right?"

Zhang Shunyong said with a beaming smile, "Okay, Brother Feng."

"Hahaha, my Brother Luo Feng is really generous indeed." Chen Dali gave a thumbs up.

Lin Xiaoyun also said happily, "Definitely generous, truly worthy of being my real brother."

And Ma Jian didn’t miss the chance to chime in, "Thanks, Brother Feng, you’re too awesome, so generous."

Actually, Ma Jian shared Zhang Shunyong’s thoughts. He wasn’t close to Luofeng either. How could Luofeng possibly be treating them so sincerely? Ordering such an expensive set had to be just for show. But the result? He was fucking opening them all? His mind reeled. Ma Jian genuinely couldn’t comprehend the world of the wealthy!