The temptation behind gentleness

A hundred thousand per bottle.

He Ming's heart trembled.

Although he also had some assets, his net worth was only around seven or eight million, so such expensive wine was definitely a luxury for him.

But he didn't want to show weakness in front of everyone.

"My family isn't lacking in money, but isn't a hundred thousand yuan for a bottle of wine too wasteful?"

He Ming's wife, Wang Lulu, was a miser, and at this moment, she couldn't care less about keeping up appearances.

Su Ya was also nervous and tugged at Su Fan's sleeve.

"This is too expensive. I think we'd better not drink it, just forget it."

Su Fan looked at He Ming and smiled.

"Mr. He, you don't need to be too nervous, this wine bill might not need to come out of your pocket."

"Not out of my pocket? What do you mean?" He Ming frowned.

Su Fan explained,

"It's simple, I want to add a little extra to our bet. Whoever loses will pay for the wine."

"How about it?"

Upon hearing this, He Ming immediately brightened up.

He had been worried that he would have to bear half the cost. Now it seemed perfect—when it came to drinking, he had never feared anyone.

He couldn't believe that a seemingly frail and young person like Su Fan would have a better alcohol tolerance than himself.

He himself had never tasted a hundred thousand yuan bottle of vintage Maotai.

Now he could try it for free.

Moreover, he could possibly humiliate the young man who had stolen his thunder, killing two birds with one stone, how delightful.

"Okay."

He Ming immediately slapped his thigh, excitedly saying,

"Since you're asking for it, let's do it that way."

After getting He Ming's agreement, Su Fan immediately said to the lobby manager Han Mei,

"Hello, can you bring the wine, please?"

"Of course. How many bottles do you need?" Han Mei asked politely.

Su Fan smiled.

"All of them."

"All of them?"

Everyone in the room was startled.

Han Mei doubted whether she had heard correctly.

"Mr. Su, as I mentioned before, these wines have been aged for seventy years, and each bottle costs a hundred thousand. We have twenty bottles in total, so bringing them all out would be two million."

"And once they are taken out of the cellar, they cannot be returned. Are you...?"

"What, are you worried I can't pay for it?"

Su Fan didn't let Han Mei finish speaking and interrupted her directly.

Han Mei hurriedly explained.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant; I'll go get them right now."

Saying this, Han Mei went to the wine cellar.

Wang Lulu nudged her husband He Ming's arm, clearly feeling that the wine was too expensive.

He Ming whispered.

"Don't worry, don't you know my alcohol tolerance? This kid is still green; I won't be the one paying."

"Wait until he gets drunk, and you'll see how I'll humiliate him. Daring to upstage us, I'll teach him a lesson."

Hearing this, Wang Lulu relaxed a bit.

Soon, the twenty bottles of vintage Maotai were brought up.

There were five plates in total, each with four bottles, making up the twenty bottles.

"Mr. Su, all the seventy-year-old Maotai is here,"

Han Mei said very cautiously.

On one hand, Su Fan's identity was somewhat mysterious, and on the other, she had a crush on Su Fan.

At this moment, she was like a girl in heat.

She didn't dare look directly into Su Fan's eyes.

Although the bottles of wine were unopened, a rich aroma of alcohol already filled the air.

He Ming was a sot who, upon seeing the wine, lit up with excitement.

"Cough, cough, cough,"

He coughed a couple of times and looked at Su Fan,

"Don't think I'm taking advantage of my age here, but I believe in fairness. I'll take a bit of a disadvantage and drink first,"

He said, and with that, He Ming opened a bottle and began showing off.