"Yes, I do."
Ye Chen nodded.
"You have........?"
The portly man stared at Ye Chen in astonishment, not expecting Ye Chen to give a positive answer.
"Tch, you're just bragging."
"Since you have it, where is the car? Drive it out and let us see."
The pot-bellied man thought Ye Chen was bragging and didn't believe him at all.
How could this kid possibly own such a top-of-the-line luxury car?
"There."
Ye Chen pointed to a spot not far away.
The portly man turned his head and looked in the direction Ye Chen was pointing. In an instant, the man was dumbfounded.
In the distance, a brand-new Bugatti Centodieci was seen driving towards them. In the blink of an eye, the car arrived and stopped in front of Ye Chen.
Su Ningshuang rolled down the car window and thoughtfully handed Ye Chen a jacket, saying with concern:
"It's getting dark and the temperature is dropping, put on a coat."
As the weather turned cold, Su Ningshuang specially brought Ye Chen a coat. Ye Chen took the coat from Su Ningshuang, and Su Ningshuang went to park the car.
The pot-bellied man was dumbfounded.
He had just witnessed the woman driving that new Bugatti Centodieci handing Ye Chen the clothes.
Without a doubt, this Bugatti Centodieci truly belongs to him!
The portly man still couldn't quite believe that this kid really owned a top-of-the-line luxury car worth tens of millions.
The man instantly became depressed; what Ye Chen had just said was indeed true.
He truly has the right to say that the Rolls-Royce Ghost is not a top-tier luxury car.
Compared to his multi-million dollar Bugatti Centodieci, his own multi-million dollar Rolls-Royce Ghost seems like just a grocery-getter or a daily driver.
Others drive top-of-the-line supercars worth tens of millions at the age of twenty, while I'm over thirty and can only afford a Rolls-Royce Ghost. Is that the difference?!
While the man was depressed, several of his companions came out from inside.
"Old Zhou, you're here."
Upon seeing the heavily pregnant man, his companions greeted him and chatted briefly.
Almost at the same time, a special refrigerated truck sped over and quickly stopped in front of the restaurant.
"Top-quality ingredients..."
As soon as the staff member spoke after we got off the bus, the portly man's companion immediately went over.
"The ingredients we ordered have arrived, right?"
The staff member was a little taken aback by the question and subconsciously answered:
"What I'm transporting is indeed food ingredients."
"No need to say more, it's definitely ours."
The man's companion answered affirmatively that they were holding a class reunion, but the restaurant ran out of ingredients. An hour earlier, they had bought some from other places in Nanjing, and judging by the time, it should have arrived by now, so they came out to wait.
"Um, we need to verify that."
The staff explained.
"Then tell me, what is it?"
The male student spoke up.
"Three top-grade bluefin tuna, 5kg of Alba white truffles, 100 boxes of 24g Amalie caviar in gold tins..."
According to the staff.
The man, who had been somewhat depressed and overweight, instantly perked up after hearing the staff mention three top-grade bluefin tuna.
In his mind, this kind of top-grade bluefin tuna should cost eight figures.
They want three at once; that would probably cost tens of millions.
It turns out that among my classmates are some incredibly wealthy and powerful individuals.
A meal that costs tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, is far more impressive than that guy next to me who drives a Bugatti worth tens of millions.
Thinking of this, the man glanced at Ye Chen smugly, wanting to show off to him.
As he turned his head, the man saw Ye Chen walking towards him.
The man thought Ye Chen just wanted to join in the fun, and became even more disdainful.
Because the man's attention was entirely focused on Ye Chen, he didn't notice the stunned expressions on the faces of his classmates.
They were dumbfounded after the staff member spoke.
They identified the ingredients, but not the world's top-tier ingredients, like Wagyu beef that costs thousands.
All their ingredients combined probably cost only a few hundred thousand, maybe two or three hundred thousand.
As a result, here, a single bluefin tuna or any other ingredient can cost dozens or even hundreds of times more than they do.
"No need to say anything more, you don't need to say anything more."
Before the staff member could finish speaking, the man's classmate immediately stopped him.
"Yes, stop talking, stop talking. These ingredients cost hundreds of millions. We are not qualified to eat them."
"It's not ours, we've made a mistake."
The group quickly explained, fearing there might be a problem; even their combined net worth might not be enough to buy all the ingredients.
"What?"
Having just recovered from depression, the portly man stared in disbelief at his classmate's explanation.
"Old Zhou, this isn't our ingredient."
“The things he mentioned cost hundreds of millions. A party can cost hundreds of millions. We can’t afford that.”
Several students quickly offered explanations.
Upon hearing this, the portly man gave a wry smile. It seemed he had been overthinking things; it wasn't that one of his classmates had suddenly become rich.
That's true. Spending hundreds of millions on ingredients for a dinner party—only a super-rich person could afford that.
Thinking about this, the man felt a sense of awe.
"Not you?"
The staff member's expression changed.
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