The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1716 Revelry
The atmosphere was a little bit cold.

Although they had expected such a top club to spend money lavishly, and although they had judged from the few words that this bottle of whiskey was of no small importance, but -

Twenty thousand dollars a glass?
One bottle, five hundred thousand dollars!
Why didn't this club just put a price tag on it and robbed them? A mere glass of whiskey was $20,000! That was $20,000! He didn't need $20,000 for a whole year's rent, but here he couldn't even afford a glass of whiskey, and the manager on duty said it was like two dollars.

Chris thought.

This time, Chris wasn't alone.

Turning around, Chris saw Seth, who was stunned and staring blankly. The two of them were shivering and huddled together for warmth. Only then did he realize that they seemed to have entered a world that did not belong to them, but it was too late to turn around and run away, and his noodle-like knees were of no help.

However, the manager on duty, who was always good at observing people's words and expressions, did not seem to notice the change in atmosphere, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Pause for a moment and continue explaining.

"This is the only bottle of 62-year-old Dalmore in the entire North American continent. It is extremely precious. If we want to buy the whole bottle, we must move to the private box."

"There, our club's top bartender will personally open the bottle for you, and there will be a separate pouring ceremony, offering you the most distinguished and grand unique enjoyment."

“I am obviously not an expert in this area. My explanation cannot show the uniqueness and preciousness of this bottle of wine. I still need to invite my professionals to come on board and tell you what temperature, what glass, and how to taste it are areas I have not yet explored. Please forgive me for not being able to provide you with more explanations.”

A little self-deprecating teasing, light and humorous, but without any real humility or apology. It is more like a retreat to advance, continuing to increase the atmosphere of mystery.

Anson noticed that Mike Tyson remained silent and looked like a wooden chicken, as if he was standing there in a daze, with his dark cheeks flickering.

There was a gentle tug behind him, and Anson turned around to see Brad.

Brad came closer and whispered in Anson's ear, "He's broke."

Anson was stunned and looked at Brad. When Brad nodded in affirmation, he finally realized what was going on.

What Anson didn't know was that Mike Tyson seemed to be in great glory, but at this moment he was at the lowest point in his life.

On the one hand, he was deeply trapped in the vortex of alcohol and drugs and couldn't extricate himself; on the other hand, the invasion of age and injuries interrupted his career. Like all professional players, he was ultimately unable to resist the torrent of time and physiological changes, and inevitably began to slowly go downhill.

But the problem is that for the past decade or so, Mike Tyson has been at the top of the world and has long been accustomed to spending lavishly. He has no concept of money and numbers. Even though he has been spending more than he earns, he still lives a life of extravagance. The end result is that he is burdened with a large amount of debt.

In the past, he only needed to go to the bank with this face. It was the best asset to mortgage and the best business card, and he could easily get a loan. But now, things are different. The bank not only refused to lend, but also began to freeze his assets, set a time limit, and required him to repay the debt as soon as possible.

Maybe Mike Tyson isn't bankrupt yet, but he's close.

In order to repay his debts, Mike Tyson had to drag his bruised and battered body back to the boxing ring and planned a seven-match boxing series, hoping to rely on expensive appearance fees to pay off all his debts and return to his luxurious retirement life.

This year, he is already 38 years old, which is an incredibly old age in the boxing ring.

Last year, Mike Tyson won his first match by knocking out his opponent in the first round.

Last month, Mike Tyson finished his second fight in Louisville, but was knocked down in the fourth round. In Mike Tyson's long career, he only lost five games in total and knocked out his opponents 44 times. This was only his sixth loss.

It is conceivable that at Mike Tyson's age, failure is no longer so easy. Physical fatigue, physiological recovery, struggling to return to the training ground in pain, the easy training when he was young can no longer be completed now, everything is destroying him.

For Mike Tyson, who has always been strong and proud all his life, all this reality is hard to accept and he almost can't breathe.

So, he came to the club to get drunk again. After the hangover, his body broke down further and it became increasingly difficult to recover. However, because his body could not keep up with his brain, he fell into a vortex of regret and anger again and continued to come to the club to get drunk. Finally, a vicious cycle was formed and he continued to degenerate.

And the media did not help. Instead, they took advantage of the situation, gloated over it, and were eager to announce that Mike Tyson's career was over.

Then, there was this scene before our eyes——

The club's duty manager did not hand Mike Tyson the special wine order, not because Mike Tyson did not have enough, but because he knew Mike Tyson could not afford it.

So, when Mike Tyson took the initiative to attack, the manager on duty did not confront him head-on, but instead bluntly threw out the price. His intention was not to humiliate Mike Tyson, but to hope that Mike Tyson would give up. Otherwise, given Mike Tyson's status and position, things might not look good if they got out of hand.

The Pure Land is not afraid of trouble, but it is open for business and will avoid trouble if possible.

No wonder!
Anson said that with the intelligence of the manager on duty, how could he directly throw out the price? In fact, they would rather conceal the price and let these young people rashly take out their credit cards to pay the bill directly, and drink themselves into bankruptcy without knowing the price.

Anson glanced at Mike Tyson, who, he guessed, was pulling.

With Mike Tyson's wealth and status, he could afford a bottle of beer for $1 million, let alone $500,000, but that was in the past.

Now he has to work hard to repay his debts. If he pays the money for the sake of momentary pleasure, he will only feel more uncomfortable in the future.

The problem is, he is Mike Tyson, when has he ever been so embarrassed in public? He looks so cautious, not at all generous.

Mike Tyson felt very helpless.

Then, a clear and bright voice came to Mike Tyson's ear, "Mike, we just said, would you be willing to give me a chance to buy you a glass of wine? Now it seems that I may need to go a little overboard. One glass may not be enough. How about a bottle?"

Mike Tyson was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look over. He could see Anson's bright eyes, shining like stars in the neon lights.

Anson raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a proper smile, "Mike, how about it, can I have this honor?"

Apparently, Mike Tyson had completely forgotten the source of everything. Looking at Anson's sincere and friendly smile, he nodded unconsciously, "Of course, we are friends now."

"…amigo, Mike, Mike Tyson."

"Wood. Anson Wood, nice to meet you, Mike."

(End of this chapter)