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"Amitabha Buddha, give me ten of these Australian lobsters first!"

"I'll eat five by myself, and you can divide the rest among yourselves."

"Bluefin tuna sashimi?"

"Give me a whole one, and cut it thick for this humble monk!"

"This caviar looks good. No need to measure by weight, just bring me two bowls. I'll use it to mix with my rice later!"

The waiter standing nearby broke out in a cold sweat and stammered as he listened.

"Well... Master, we charge by the gram for caviar, so a whole bowl would be a bit pricey..."

Chu Sheng crossed his arms over his chest, his face solemn and dignified: "Lady, please don't say anything more. Money is no problem; Brother Guang will pay!"

"Just keep serving the food!"

Jia Youcai, who was watching with envy, snatched the tablet away.

The old man had been stingy his whole life, but today he finally got a chance to fleece a rich man.

"Give me two of the fattest king crabs, old man, steamed."

"Two more servings of top-grade Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, to nourish this old man's bones."

Oh, right!

Jia Youcai pointed to Er Lengzi, who was squatting next to the chair: "Give this dog some of the best meat and beef bone sticks, don't let it go hungry."

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi barked twice in satisfaction and wagged his tail vigorously at Jia Youcai.

It was Yu Zixin's turn to order.

She held the tablet, staring at the long string of zeros on it, too afraid to tap anything.

In the end, I only cautiously ordered a regular cod dish and a vegetable salad.

Yang Guang took one look and immediately snatched the tablet away.

"Are you feeding the cat with such a small amount of food?"

"How can this amount of nutrition be enough?"

Yang Guang frantically tapped the screen: "Add some bird's nest soup for her, some braised abalone, and two servings of Kobe beef!"

"Eat as much as you want, indulge to your heart's content today!"

After ordering, Yang Guang looked up at the waiter and waved his hand dismissively.

"What's the most expensive wine you have here?"

The waiter swallowed hard and answered tremblingly, "Sir...we have Romanée-Conti here, costing 300,000 a bottle."

Yang Guang didn't even blink.

"Give me two bottles to rinse my mouth first."

"Bring over two more cases of 50-year-old Moutai; this fat monk and the old man are fond of it."

The waiter was completely stunned.

Her hands, which were holding the tablet, were trembling violently.

"Sir, your current bill is a bit high..."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

He leaned back on the leather sofa, crossed his legs, and maintained a very composed posture.

"What's the panic?"

"I have a friend who'll be here soon; he's in charge of expense reimbursements!"

"Just keep serving the food."

"What's wrong?"

"Are you worried I'll dine and dash and run?"

The waiter was on the verge of tears, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask the manager for instructions.

Before the waiter could even invite him, the manager had already rushed into the private room, sweating profusely.

He looked around the group in the private room, his brows furrowing deeply.

This isn't a place for eating high-end seafood, is it?

This looks exactly like the Beggars' Sect's annual party!

The manager coughed twice, his face somewhat unpleasant, and said, "Excuse me, guests, for disturbing you."

"That's right, our restaurant is a small business, and the dishes you just ordered are quite expensive."

"According to our store's rules, for purchases exceeding a certain amount, we need to verify your assets or pay a partial deposit first."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the private room immediately became tense.

Jia Youcai slammed his hand on the table, his old eyes glaring: "Bullshit!"

"What do you mean?"

"You look down on old men, don't you?"

"In all my years of wandering the world, when have I ever dined and dashed!"

Chu Sheng also raised one hand to his chest, his face solemn and dignified: "Amitabha, Manager, you have broken the precept against anger."

"If a dog looks down on people, even Buddha will be angry."

The manager's smile faltered, but he stubbornly refused to budge: "It's really not that I'm targeting you all, it's just that this table you ordered isn't cheap, in case..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Guang pulled out his newly replaced phone from his pocket.

Without saying a word, I opened the mobile banking app.

They shoved the screen right up to the manager's nose.

"Did you see that clearly?"

Although Yang Guang is usually extremely stingy, even finding it too expensive to buy a bottle of mineral water, he has been working hard to settle disputes and make money lately.

The balance in this card has long reached seven figures.

Yang Guang sneered, "Even though I usually pretend to be poor, that doesn't mean I can't afford your meal!"

The manager stared at the long string of numbers on the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down before Yang Guang.

These days, are millionaires all into this kind of tattered cosplay?

The manager's expression changed instantly; he bent over so low he almost broke, his face plastered with a fawning, sycophantic smile.

"Ouch!"

"Young Master Yang, I was blind to your greatness!"

"Please, don't hold a grudge against me!"

"I'll go to the kitchen right away and personally oversee serving your food!"

"The king crab will be steamed right away!"

Done.

The manager turned and roared at the waiter, "What are you all standing there for?"

"Go get the good wine!"

"Can you afford to neglect our distinguished guests?"

Less than ten minutes.

The huge round table in the private room was piled high with all kinds of top-quality seafood and expensive ingredients.

These people have completely let loose.

Chu Sheng held a two-pound lobster in his left hand and a piece of bluefin tuna sashimi in his right, his cheeks bulging like a hamster hoarding food.

He kept muttering, "Amitabha, excellent, excellent! This caviar rice is absolutely delicious!"

Jia Youcai rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, grabbed a king crab leg, and started gnawing on it, his mouth full of oil.

"It smells fucking good!"

"This old man has never eaten such expensive crabs in his entire life!"

Er Lengzi squatted on the ground, hugging a top-grade Wagyu beef bone stick that was thicker than his leg, and munching on it with a crunching sound.

The dog's tail wagged like a whirlwind.

Even the usually reserved school beauty, Yu Zixin, was forced by Yang Guang to eat two braised dried abalones bigger than her fists, her face turning rosy from the food.

The entire private room was a scene of utter chaos.

This scene is exactly like a refugee camp that hasn't seen meat for a month entering a village.

More than half an hour later.

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Ah Zeng, panting heavily, walked in with Bai Sheng, dressed in designer clothes and looking arrogant.

"Brother Yang, we've arrived!"

Ah Zeng had just greeted them with a smile when the words caught in his throat.

He froze on the spot, staring intently at the round table in front of him.

On the table.

Lobster shells, crab legs, and oyster shells were piled up like a small mountain.

Chu Sheng was holding that iconic large porcelain cup, tilting his head back to pour the last bit of caviar into his mouth.

Ah Zeng's eyes twitched violently, and his lips turned white.

He originally thought that Yang Guang would only spend a few thousand yuan on food by himself.

Who would have thought that this kid would call in an entire reinforced platoon!

It's a reinforced company of reincarnated starving ghosts!