Super Ranch: Brothers come to Africa to farm

Chapter 709: Comparison of public funds?

For Wang Lu, there is basically no difference between spending one million bottles of red wine and spending two steel pennies to send those homeless people away.

Besides, we didn’t order this bottle of red wine just to show off. If we can’t finish it, we have to take it away, so it’s not a waste.

But obviously, this one million bottle of Romanée-Conti is not enough to get rid of this uninvited guest.

Wang Lu looked at the other party and waved with disdain, then called the waiter and ordered a bottle of million-level red wine, and then raised his eyebrows at himself.

The DJ's roar sounded again.

"Brother, in a place like the capital, your bottle of red wine can't keep things down! It's normal for the nouveau riche in the countryside to have narrow visions."

The other party's slightly disdainful voice sounded next to Wang Lu. After speaking, the guy turned to Zhou Rou again:

"Beauty, don't be deceived by this kind of upstart from the countryside. He might not even be able to take out two steel coins from his pocket now."

He is very confident that he can recognize the rich second generation in places like Beijing, and even those rich second generation must be honest and respectful in front of him.

It was Wang Lu who was a little dumbfounded.

No, bro, are you sick?

Wang Lu then waved and called the waiter over. He hesitated for a while before specifying a drink on the drink list.

But then Wang Lu whispered something to the waiter, and then the look on the waiter's face became even more exciting than before, and he was even stunned for a while.

But when people are angry, they tend to go too far. Why do you just order a red wine worth RMB 100,000? Isn't this equivalent to surrendering?

Many people in the venue also noticed the situation here, and they all came out to hang out. You can naturally tell the atmosphere, especially the DJ on the scene has not played for a while, and they are just waiting for him to yell again. A voice.

"What's wrong? Why don't you pack it up and take it away?"

Seeing Wang Lu's designated drink, the waiter on the side was a little stunned and asked Wang Lu to confirm it again.

Wang Lu raised his eyebrows in surprise. It seems that this man has quite a reputation!

Especially for the young man who came to chat with Wang Lu, he also knew the identity of the other person very well. This person had a very high net worth and was definitely a spender of money.

It's just that Wang Lu was really annoyed by this guy and laughed. What a country upstart? You're so damn good at reading people!

Then let me show you what it means to be a rural nouveau riche.

As a waiter at one of the top nightclubs in the capital, he has not seen such situations where rich people get angry with each other. Even the service staff like them are happy to see this happen, so that they can get more commissions.

Even the originally noisy dance floor is gradually becoming calmer. Just watch the fun, the Chinese people’s innate skills!

Especially this Young Master Qi, who is a man of the hour in the entire capital, and his movements are naturally eye-catching.

Who made Wang Lu only order a red wine worth just over 100,000 yuan this time?

If you are really a pervert, forget it. Why don't you have the brain to do this? Then I won’t be sleepy?

I have to admit, this guy's provocation is very low-level, but it works!

Zhou Rou, who was on the opposite side, pulled Wang Lu's hand and signaled him not to be angry.

Faced with the waiter's question, Wang Lu nodded to confirm. Young Master Qi on the other side also showed a sarcastic look. Is this a big deal? You can’t do this either!

If you ask me to say, you can just surrender, why bother ordering a bottle of wine worth 100,000 yuan to show your respect? Even a nouveau riche in the countryside will have to feel distressed for a while if he pays 100,000 yuan, right?

This Young Master Qi obviously regarded Wang Lu's behavior as a way of forcibly regaining his respect.

"Go, go, go!"

After Wang Lu questioned, the waiter immediately reacted and answered quickly.

Can't you pack it up and take it away? nonexistent!

Who asked this person to order hundreds of bottles of red wine in one go? And he once again took out the bank card that seemed to be forever swiped and handed it over...

The on-site DJ, who had been waiting for the news, swallowed hard and almost lost his balance after learning the news from here.

"It's over, come for me!"

According to the rules of the nightclub, he had to roar for a hundred thousand bottles of red wine. If he finished shouting all the hundreds of bottles, his voice would probably be useless.

When gods fight, DJ suffers, but that's all.

At this moment, the nightclub was filled with waiters walking around. Wang Lu ordered hundreds of bottles of red wine worth 100,000 yuan in one go, almost emptying the warehouse of their nightclub. Naturally, they had to wait and help quickly. The Lord has packed the red wine. Didn’t you hear that people want to pack it up and take it away?

On the surface, Wang Lu was resting and looking at the man next to him.

Brother, you can’t do it either. You’re not sweating anymore, are you?

Who the hell is willing to play a game of comparison with you here? The employees under him, Old Sanders and Richard's team members are basically all Westerners, and they are very fond of red wine.

Wang Lu was thinking about the rewards he would give them when this project was over. The bonuses from Guangfa always felt like they were too trivial. A whole bottle of red wine for each person would be about the same. Tell me, isn't this a coincidence?

My friend, I will use public funds to purchase goods and kill your evil spirits, no problem...

Of course, there is a price difference between buying wine from a nightclub like this and buying it directly from a winery, but does Wang Lu care?

He only cares about whether the man in front of him is sweating!

It was obvious that this man was sweating profusely.

Wang Lu's move was worth tens of millions. Young Master Qi could afford it, but it can only be said that it was a bit reluctant.

After all, if the old man in his family found out about spending 10 million to order red wine in a nightclub, his legs might be broken.

Seeing the half-smiling look on Wang Lu, who he defined as a rural upstart, and the looks of people in the nightclub who were waiting to see his response, Young Master Qi also laughed angrily.

He actually smiled.

In the capital, what he, Mr. Qi, depends on is not money!

In fact, the role of money in a place like Beijing is not as big as imagined.

There are too many rich people in this place!

Those guys whose net worth was far higher than that of Young Master Qi, no one could greet him respectfully when they met him.

How dare the upstart country man in front of him fall into the disgrace of Young Master Qi?

"Humph, you have to drink this wine today, or you have to drink it if you don't. If you dare to disgrace me, you probably don't know how to write the word "death"!"

After saying that, Young Master Qi directly slapped the bottle of Romanee-Conti heavily on the table, making a crisp sound, and the surrounding area became silent.

People who are familiar with this Young Master Qi already know that this Young Master Qi is on the verge of an explosion...

(End of this chapter)