Lan Ziye and Chu Xixuan left the fighting arena and drove towards the Beiming Street Seafood Restaurant that Chu Xixuan mentioned.
The seafood restaurant is located in the main commercial area of Beiming Street. Because of its booming business, the whole place gives people a very noisy feeling. Fortunately, this seafood restaurant has private rooms, but they can only be entered by more than six people.
Seeing the waiter spreading his hands with a helpless look on his face, Lan Ziye turned to look at Chu Xixuan and said, "Since we can't enter the private room, let's eat somewhere else!" Lan Ziye found it a little unimaginable to let the noble young master sit in the hall.
"How much? How much do I have to pay to sit in the private room?" What Lan Ziye didn't expect was that the wealthy Chu Xixuan would actually force him to do something unreasonable.
The young man expressed his embarrassment again, but the aura of the customer in front of him was too strong, and he could not say the word "no" at all. He had no choice but to find the manager.
The manager was also a talented person. He picked up the calculator swiftly and actually calculated for Chu Xixuan.
The average consumption per person here is 150 yuan, so the share for six people is 900 yuan. But even if Chu Xixuan gave 900 yuan for the share, he still violated the store's rules and took the risk. After hesitating for a long time, he finally offered 1,000 yuan.
Finally, the manager was afraid that Chu Xixuan and Lan Ziye would be unhappy, so he kindly reminded them that as long as they paid 1,000 yuan for the private room, they could eat as much seafood as they wanted.
"One thousand? Just to get into the private room, they added seven hundred? Why didn't this manager just go and grab the money?" Lan Ziye complained inwardly.
She turned to look at Chu Xixuan. Even if he was stupid and rich, he couldn't become a fat sheep like this, right?
Unexpectedly, the stupid and rich man agreed immediately and ordered a bottle of expensive red wine. Of course, the red wine had to be paid for separately, and the man nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Drinking? Lan Ziye's eyes suddenly lit up. It seemed like she hadn't had a drink in a long time.
Lan Ziye looked at the manager and asked, "Do you have any white wine?"
The manager, already mentally identifying the two as rare financial backers, replied attentively, "Of course we have liquor, but you know our liquor isn't very high-quality, and the selection isn't very complete. Why don't you just tell me what kind of liquor you'd like to drink, and I'll personally go to the tobacco and liquor store and buy it for you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Such good service? Lan Ziye was pleasantly surprised. She asked tentatively, "Can I buy Bamboo Leaf Green?"
"What is Bamboo Leaf Green? Is it a medicinal wine made from snakes?" the manager looked bewildered.
Lan Ziye: ...Well, this era is different from their era.
Lan Ziye said helplessly: "There should be daughter's red wine, right?" This is a must-have product in any shop that sells wine in the streets and alleys!
Even in this era, she got drunk at Ou Jingyao's house!
"Daughter's red wine?" the manager said with a bitter face, "Young man, you are not making fun of me, are you?"
Lan Ziye:...Okay, I don’t have this either!
Lan Ziye took a deep breath and asked seriously, "So, what are some good bars?"
The manager thought for a moment and said, "We have a slightly higher-end brand here, Wuliangye, which costs 1,000 yuan a bottle. What do you think?"
"Okay, let's buy that one!" Lan Ziye waved his hands helplessly, then turned to look at a certain sucker.
The victim nodded calmly.
The manager happily asked the waiter in the store to take Lan Ziye and Chu Xixuan to the private room, and he happily went to buy wine for Lan Ziye.
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