Chapter 67 It's Okay, Mr. Li

Bo Wei's eyes flashed with astonishment. She touched the hem of her skirt, only to find it slightly damp from the spilled wine on the ground.

Ten million!

Her heart was pounding, and she could clearly feel her adrenaline surging. She had never seen so much money in her life!

Seeing Zhao Peng stunned for a long time, Gong Yang became both anxious and angry, not wanting him to be implicated. "Zhao Peng!"

Zhao Peng felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll pay for it!"

Cash or bank transfer?

Zhao Peng was taken aback again. Why the rush?

"Transfer money." He didn't have that much cash.

Li He looked at Bo Wei, "Bank card number."

Bo Wei seemed to freeze, unable to understand what the 'bank card number' code was; it sounded like an alien language.

"Wh-what?"

Where's the bag?

Bag, bag?

Bo Wei's mind was in a daze for a long time before she finally came to her senses.

She looked at Li He in a panic, leaned closer to him, her eyes pleading, and whispered to him alone, "Mr. Li, I don't want it, transfer it to your card instead."

Li He's gaze fell on her red lips as they opened and closed, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

Seeing that he was only staring intently at her and not responding, Bo Wei turned her head slightly to the side to avoid his gaze.

"What's yours is yours, I don't need this little bit of money."

Bo Wei said hesitantly, "I dare not accept it."

Li He's expression softened. "I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

There was so much money that she didn't dare touch it.

what to do?

I accepted it, but felt uneasy.

If they don't accept it, they'll be publicly humiliating Li He.

"A mere ten million isn't even enough to compensate you for your emotional distress. Secretary Bo, are you hesitating because you think it's too little?" Huo Ran said with a roguish grin, holding a cigarette in his hand. "We'll have to get him to add a little more; twenty million will be a stretch."

Zhao Peng: ...

Twenty million is nothing to his family background. But for him personally, it is a great heartache.

Bo Wei: !

If these numbers didn't belong to her, she would think they were nothing special.

But if she were to actually have 20 million, Bo Wei would feel like she was dreaming, and the dream was unsettling.

"That's enough, I'll go get the card."

Xu Xiangying immediately pressed down on her hand, "I know where your bag is, I'll go get it."

Not long after, Zhao Peng turned his phone screen toward Li He and said, "Mr. Li, the money has been transferred. Please have your wife check it."

Li He looked at him casually, "Don't you remember what you did with that foot? What are you going to use to check?"

Zhao Peng then remembered that he had stepped on and broken the other person's phone, so he transferred another 10,000 yuan, "I've also transferred the money to my sister-in-law to compensate for the phone."

Bo Wei was very quiet at this moment, so quiet that she seemed to be in a daze.

Li He glanced at her sideways, then looked back at Zhao Peng and Gong Yang, and continued, "The second thing is, you hit her."

Zhao Peng trembled slightly, fear engulfing him once again.

“I’ve already returned it for her.” Li He’s gaze swept over the two of them. “There’s one last thing left: an apology.”

Compared to Zhao Peng, Gong Yang was much more aware of the situation. He quickly stepped forward and apologized to Bo Wei, "Miss Bo, I acted rashly without distinguishing right from wrong, which frightened you. I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

Bo Wei did not speak.

Li He glanced at her, then turned his icy gaze to Gong Yang. "You've never seen a first aid scene before. Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish and let you experience it for yourself."

Gong Yang's body stiffened, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Huo Ran snapped his fingers. "Where's the bartender? Make drinks for the two young masters."

Immediately, the bartender the manager had brought over stepped forward tremblingly and began mixing drinks using the ingredients already on the table.

Spirits, beer, chili peppers, iced tea...

Everyone watched the bartender's every move in silence.

Zhao Peng kept gasping for breath.

Gong Yang's expression grew increasingly grim.

After the two drinks were mixed, the bartender, head down, honestly said, "Mr. Li, Mr. Huo, the drinks are ready."

Li He looked at the wine on the table and asked, "The new variety hasn't been named yet?"

"yes."

"Then why don't you choose a name?" Li He looked at Gong Yang.

Gong Yang gritted his teeth and pondered for a moment before saying, "I regret it now. What does President Li think?"

Huo Ran laughed loudly, "Not bad, you've got a talent for naming things!"

The onlookers had no choice but to join in the laughter, though they dared not laugh too loudly.

Li He nodded, "Alright, serve the two of you two these two cups of 'Regretful'."

Two waiters immediately stepped forward, picked up two glasses of wine, and placed them in front of the two men.

"Young Master Peng, please."

"Young Master Yang, please."

The two men held their wine cups, making thorough preparations before slowly drinking them.

That wine didn't taste like wine; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it poison!

Spicy, pungent, astringent, bitter, and hard to swallow!

As the two were drinking, Li He flicked his finger slightly, and the bartender immediately began mixing the second round of drinks.

Just as the two finished their drinks, the bartender said, "Mr. Li, the second round of drinks is ready."

Li He looked at Zhao Peng and said, "You can name the second glass of wine."

Zhao Peng had already been kicked and was still in pain. The wound on his face was even more unbearable for him. At this moment, he drank a cup of wine that tasted like poison.

Unable to bear it any longer, she burst into tears again, but dared not disobey, "May I ask for your eternal regret, Mr. Li?"

After listening, Li He seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, "Barely acceptable, there are signs of plagiarism. Drink the second cup."

The two then drank a second glass...

By the fifth cup, Zhao Peng could no longer take it and began to collapse.

Gong Yang's eyes were somewhat dazed, and his body swayed slightly, but he persevered.

"I'll name the sixth glass. Let's call it 'Little Wish,' to fulfill your wishes." After Li He finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and the waiter brought the drinks to the two of them.

Zhao Peng was clearly unconscious and couldn't possibly hold his drink. The waiter looked at Li He helplessly.

Huo Ran waved his finger behind him, and immediately someone stepped forward to check, pried open his eyes to look at his pupils, and nodded to Huo Ran.

"Pour it in," Li He said.

The waiter and Huo Ran's bodyguard followed orders and poured the wine into Zhao Peng's mouth.

With injuries on his face and completely drunk, Zhao Peng truly felt that he had reached the gates of hell.

On the other side, Gong Yang, with trembling hands, held the cup and stubbornly drank it down.

Of course, it didn't end there; the bartender continued.

Gong Yang collapsed, began vomiting, broke out in a cold sweat, and looked as if he was about to die suddenly.

The onlookers were all on tenterhooks, watching with great tension, fearing that someone might actually die.

Bo Wei's face was a little pale; she had lived in fear all day.

She secretly tugged at Li He's sleeve, "That's enough, Mr. Li."

Li He glanced at her and saw that her face was somewhat pale, so he took her hand.

Bo Wei's expression froze for a moment, then she quietly broke free and remained silent.

Li He lowered his eyes, slightly clenched his fingers, and asked the manager, "Did you call 120?"

The manager nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I called."

"Send him for emergency treatment."

"yes!"