The strongest rebirth in history

Ye Cong and Xie Xinyi looked in the direction pointed by the waiter. Sure enough, a short and fat man was raising a glass in that direction. They were too far away so they couldn't see his appearance and age clearly.

Ye Cong became angry immediately. Although he had not yet confirmed his relationship with Xie Xinyi, his uncle could tolerate this kind of behavior of wanting to pick up the woman he brought in front of him, but he could not tolerate it.

"How much does a bottle of champagne cost here?" Ye Cong asked.

"498." The waiter replied. At that time, the consumption in the bar was only half of what it is now.

"Open a card for me, open 4 bottles of champagne, and then you can take care of the rest of the money. Bring me some drinks, snacks and fruit platters." Ye Cong ordered and gave 3,000 yuan to the waiter.

"Isn't it just a booth? It seems like no one can afford it." Ye Cong thought in his heart.

"Brother Cong, did you win the lottery? Why are you so generous today?" Ye Cong gave out 3,000 yuan, which really scared his best friends.

"Well, that's why I invited you to come here to play today." Ye Cong said as he happened.

"How many hits?" Gao Peng asked.

"Several hundred thousand, so you can eat whatever you want today, but drink less when you're done. Whoever gets drunk can crawl back by himself," Ye Cong warned. After all, this is Beijing, not Anshan, and knocking down an old man might be enough.

He is at the deputy director level. If something goes wrong, it cannot be settled by force.

"Understood, Brother Cong." The other six people replied. Ye Cong knew kung fu and was so generous to his brothers. The others had begun to truly recognize Ye Cong as their eldest brother from the bottom of their hearts.

Here, Ye Cong and others had just sat down in the booth that had been opened. Six waiters held up 4 bottles of champagne with fireworks, a huge fruit platter and some snacks across the bar to Ye Cong's booth.

This move immediately attracted the attention of most people. After all, today is not a holiday. The minimum consumption for a booth is only 800. There are not many customers who can spend such a generous amount.

"Cheers." The eight people raised their glasses, clinked them and drank them in one gulp.

"Why does this champagne taste so weird?" Xu Zhi stuck out his tongue.

"It's so spicy. It's totally different from the champagne I drank at my cousin's wedding. That champagne was sweet." Xie Xinyi just took a small sip and spat it out.

"We drank sweet champagne when we got married. This is dry champagne. The taste is of course different. You'd better stop drinking and have a drink instead." Ye Cong said and gave Xie Xinyi a bottle of iced black tea.

"I think it tastes pretty good. It tastes better than beer." Wen Wen is a famous alcoholic in Class 1 and 4. He was nicknamed "Big Bladder" because he once drank 12 bottles of beer without even going to the toilet once.

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While Ye Cong and the others were discussing the taste of the wine, 8 more waiters came out holding 8 bottles of champagne. This time their destination was the short and fat booth just now. Seeing Ye Cong looking towards him,

The short, fat, rich man stretched out his hands to make fists and then raised his middle finger.

"Brother Cong, that fat man over there scolded us." Huang Wentao said.

"I'll go and fuck him." As he said that, Marshal Li was about to get on.

"You still want to go back to Anshan. This is Beijing. You don't want to cause trouble in the bar." Ye Cong quickly grabbed Marshal Li.

"Then what should I do? Is that fat guy allowed to be so arrogant?" Gao Peng said angrily.

"Waiter." Ye Cong has been practicing English hard recently, and his pronunciation has become increasingly standard. The dedicated waiter at the booth came over immediately.

"Hello, sir, what do you need?" the waiter said respectfully.

"Can you swipe credit cards here?" Ye Cong asked.

"Okay." The waiter replied.

"Bring me 16 more bottles of champagne." Ye Cong said and took out the bank card with more than 200,000 yuan in it.

Five minutes later, 16 waiters lined up with 16 bottles of champagne and arrived at Ye Cong's booth. When the wine was served, Ye Cong and seven of his best friends gave a thumbs up to the booth next to the fat man.

Then it suddenly reverses downwards.

The pudgy rich man immediately responded and served 32 bottles of champagne. Now everyone else in the venue knew what was going on, and the people in the two booths were getting angry.

"Waiter, bring me 100 bottles of champagne, open them all, I'll treat everyone." Ye Cong is the one with the best face. Although there is only more than 200,000 on the card, he has the most face. Anyway, he can make money quickly, 50,000 yuan per game.

The game is back. Over there

Although Chunky Fu ordered 32 bottles of champagne but didn't open it, there was actually something fishy about it. As long as he didn't open the wine, he could save it and open it again when he comes next time. This looks very NB, but it's nothing.

After all, people like this come to bars often.

But Ye Cong was really generous here, opening all 116 bottles of champagne to entertain the audience. Ye Cong's impulse set a record for opening champagne in a single day at the Blue Frog Bar that year.

All 116 bottles of champagne were brought up, and the table could no longer be placed, so they had to be placed on the floor. Moreover, there were not enough waiters at the bar this time, so it took three times to bring them all.

"Bang, bang, bang..." More than 100 bottles of champagne were all opened, and the waiters began to distribute the champagne to other guests on the dining table and the bar.

"The distinguished guest from booth A06 has just opened 116 bottles of champagne to treat all guests today, let us cheer for him." The DJ informed the audience through the speaker.

Most of the people in the venue had already been attracted by the fighting spirit of these two booths. I heard that one side opened more than 100 bottles of champagne and the whole audience cheered immediately. Of course, there were also some drinking Ye Cong.

In his heart, he even scolded him as a prodigal, a 2b person.

And the short, fat rich man here shrank immediately. Firstly, he didn't know Ye Cong's details. What if he also opened 100 bottles to invite the audience, and the other party doubled it? In this case, should he continue? Secondly, what if

He was told to buy 100 bottles of champagne today and he could still accept it. He would definitely not be able to drink it today anyway, so he would save it and drink it slowly later. But it would be quite painful if he had to buy them all and invite the whole audience. After all, he only had a month’s pocket money.

The money is only 50,000 yuan.

So when others were not paying attention, Chunky Fu took his friends to the other side. After leaving, Chunky Fu made a phone call.

"Brother Long, I asked someone to dig him up at the Blue Frog Bar. Can you help me find out his background?" Chubby Fu said to the other end of the phone. Naturally, Chubby Fu couldn't bear to lose face in front of his friends.

Such a tone, but in a place like Beijing, you don’t just say you have some strength and you can just do something if you don’t like anyone. The fat man’s family is just a coal digger in Shanxi. His father is worth hundreds of millions, but he has money but no power.

, a gangster who usually relies on donations to get ahead.

"Yes, a total of eight people are in the A06 booth of the Blue Frog Bar right now. Don't do anything. Let's check carefully before talking." The short and fat rich man has never met Ye Cong, and he doesn't look like he is a rich and powerful person, but he just took action.

Being so generous, he was afraid that the other party was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. If the other party was a rich and powerful person, then he would have to fawn over the next time they met. If it was just a second-generation rich man similar to himself, Chubby Rich would be ready to let Brother Long

Pretend to be a highwayman and beat them up.