"Okay!" Dong Enhao was eager for Lin Feng to drink liquor. Anyway, Zhang Niangliang had a trump card here. As long as Lin Feng dared to drink, he was not afraid that he would not be able to drink him to death.

"It's a good thing that I came prepared this time, otherwise I would have killed him today." Dong Enhao couldn't help feeling a little lucky in his heart, and shouted: "Xingjian, bring the liquor!"

"Okay!" Zhang Xingjian walked out of the box without saying a word, waved his hand, greeted him from the corridor, whispered a few words, and then returned to the box.

Not long after Zhang Xingjian came back, several waiters came in, brought over several boxes of liquor, placed them on the ground, and collected all the beer bottles on their table.

Lin Feng glanced at the white wine on the floor, frowned, took out a bank card from his wallet and said to the waiter: "These wines are too low-grade, I will replace them all with Maotai, and the dishes on the table will also be changed." It’s completely cool, take it all out and make a new one for me, brush it as you like.”

"Sir, what kind of Moutai do you want?" The waiter immediately came forward and asked very politely: "The Moutai in our hotel is divided into several prices."

"Then choose the most expensive one." Lin Feng replied nonchalantly.

"Okay, sir, 12,000 bottles a bottle. How many bottles do you want?" The waiter was also used to seeing this kind of scene, and his face didn't change much.

"Everyone here will give me ten bottles first, except my girlfriend. She can't drink. Please give me a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice." After saying this, Lin Feng took out dozens of cards from his wallet. Red banknote: "This is considered as legwork fee."

The waiter misheard because he had been working for so many years and had seen people who could drink it, but he had never seen someone drink it this way. His voice changed slightly: "Okay sir, I'll prepare it right away. And we can’t accept tips from customers in our store?" After saying that, he was about to leave.

"This is not a tip, it's the cost of buying fruit." Lin Feng thought to himself that he was just trying to show off, so why couldn't he keep showing off to the end.

"Okay... Okay." The waiter timidly accepted the wad of bills, his heart beating wildly with excitement. He had never seen tippers before, but he had never seen anyone so generous. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and cautiously Withdrew.

This move was equivalent to another slap in the face of Dong Enhao, making his face turn blue and white. He even thought that the liquor worth more than 2,000 yuan was not of high quality. He said in his heart: "This kid is going to kill me." He is the kind of person who spends whatever money he has. Besides, he doesn’t have a job yet and all the money is given by his family. This time he brought only tens of thousands of yuan when he went out to eat. He really can’t afford this. Meal money.

It was also the first time that Jiang Li saw Lin Feng like this. He didn't know what he meant, so he couldn't help but glance at him secretly.

"Haha, I'm sorry. I'm used to drinking Maotai at home, but I can't get used to drinking other liquors that taste harsh on my throat. I don't mean anything else, so don't mind." Lin Feng explained to everyone with a smile.

Lin Feng is indeed suspected of showing off, and he does this mostly to show Mu Baiyu. Lin Feng knows that Mu Baiyu is a white-collar worker, and although his annual income is in the low seven figures, he is absolutely reluctant to spend it on a meal. Hundreds of thousands.

As expected by Lin Feng, Mu Baiyu's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a dead fly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Not long after, the waiter just now brought several people in. First, he quickly removed the food on the table and replaced all the food with fresh ones. Then he went down and led people to move dozens of boxes of Maotai, because these Maotai All were individually wrapped, five bottles were placed at each person's feet, and the rest were piled like a hill in the corner of the private room.

"Haha, since Mr. Lin is so generous, brother, I will have a good meal, so I won't be polite to you." Zhang Niangliang also directly changed the title of Lin Feng from Brother Lin to Mr. Lin.

"That's natural." Lin Feng nodded, then turned to Dong Enhao and said: "Everything I spend tonight is mine, brother Hao, don't worry."

"Look what Mr. Lin said." Dong Enhao said with a smile, and glanced in Mu Baiyu's direction. Didn't he agree to treat him tonight? How did you find it on my head?

Mu Baiyu always lowered his head and said nothing. This was really not the time to show off.

"Is Lin Feng more than just a bodyguard? Is my information wrong?" Dong Enhao couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. He knew that no matter how high the salary Erica gave him, it would only be 30,000 yuan a month. This meal was equivalent to his annual income, and there was absolutely no way he would be willing to do it.

Zhang Niangliang didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with this kind of good wine, and the wine bug in his stomach was aroused. After opening a bottle, he was about to pour it into a cup, but Lin Feng stopped him, waved his hand and said: " It's so troublesome to pour it into a cup, so we can just drink it from a bottle.

"Drink from the bottle?" Dong Enhao and Zhang Xingjian were also a little dumbfounded. They had never heard of drinking liquor directly from the bottle. They were also veterans in the wine shop, and they had fought for wine many times. Yes, but I have never seen such a spelling before. It is really terrifying.

However, Zhang Niangliang has not heard of it, which does not mean that Zhang Niangliang has not heard of it. His family is a wine merchant, and he has been socializing with his father since he was a child. He has seen all kinds of drinking masters. These people are simply the same. It’s not uncommon to have a walking wine vat and blow into a bottle in front of a barbecue stall.

"It seems that Mr. Lin is also a master!" Zhang Niangliang looked at Lin Feng carefully, and he couldn't help but pay attention to it, but it was just attention, and it did not reach the point of worrying him.

Of the many wine merchants he has met, which one is not a master in the winery? Isn't his success in business all based on drinking at the wine table? He only paid a little attention to Lin Feng.

"Okay, it seems that Brother Zhang is also the same person, so I won't talk nonsense and do it first as a token of respect!" Before they could toast this time, Lin Feng had already taken the initiative to open the lid of the Moutai in front of him and took out the Get up the wine and drink it all in one gulp.

Jiang Li kicked Lin Feng hard under the table. How could he drink liquor like this? She had also seen the elders in the family toasting together, and none of them drank slowly with a small wine glass. I’ve seen this way of drinking before.

"This?!" Not to mention Dong Enhao this time, even Zhang Niangliang was a little dumbfounded. He could still hold a bottle of liquor and drink. Even when he drank with the wine merchants at home, he only drank in small sips. .

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