Cheng Xiaoyu was shocked and sprayed out a sip of red wine she had just drunk: "More than 50,000, how is this possible!"

The waiter said: "That's right. The bottle of red wine you ordered is worth 50,000 yuan."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't stop trembling.

This bottle of red wine is more than 50,000 yuan... one sip is 1,000 yuan!

She was almost heartbroken!

It’s 50,000 yuan, and all the money she has added up to less than 5,000 yuan.

The most expensive thing she is the car, but the car is not her own, it is her father's.

Now I'm dead.

She turned her eyes fiercely, Ye Wudao.

It’s all this guy who insisted on leaving that bottle of red wine just now.

The guests next to them looked at them with a smile on their faces.

Sure enough, these two people couldn't pay.

Being stared at so many eyes, Cheng Xiaoyu was extremely embarrassed and almost lowered her head under the table.

"That...we will pay for the bill later, I'm going to make a call now."

However, the waiter did not walk away.

She also realized that the two of them could not afford the money and were worried that they would escape the order.

At this time, Du Yong also brought people over.

"Xiaoyu, what happened?"

His voice was loud and attracted more attention to this side.

Cheng Xiaoyu gave Du Yong a blank look and ignored him.

Du Yong became even more proud: "Oh, Merlot's dry red wine, more than 50,000 yuan per bottle."

"You are so romantic. I can't afford to drink this kind of wine."

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly realized something and looked at him with fierce eyes: "Bastard, did you arrange it on purpose?"

Du Yong: "What did I arrange it? So what if it wasn't for me?"

"Anyway, it's what you drink, you have to pay."

Cheng Xiaoyu was angry and helpless.

Finally, she had to grit her teeth and said to the waiter: "I'll mortgage the car to you first, and then go back and find a way to raise money?"

The waiter shook his head: "Sorry, we don't have this rule here."

Du Yong smiled even more arrogantly: "This is a high-end restaurant. You actually want to use a car to pay for the meal fee, but you can think of it."

"How about this, Xiaoyu, you have a drink with me, how about I pay for you?"

Cheng Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and said, "You are dreaming."

Du Yong: "Haha, it's really a stubborn duck."

"You want to have a tycoon meal today, just wait to go to jail."

Ye Wudao, who had not spoken, suddenly said, "Xiaoyu, give me the car key."

Cheng Xiaoyu gave him a angrily blank look.

She naturally believed that Ye Wudao had to use a car to pay for the meal fee.

"I didn't hear it just now. People are not allowed to use cars to mortgage meal fees here."

Ye Wudao: "Just give it to me."

"I'll give it to you." Cheng Xiaoyu was so upset that she threw the car keys to him.

Ye Wudao threw the car keys to the waiter again: "Go and take the sacks from our car."

sack?

Everyone present was confused.

What did he do with sacks at this time?

Pack the remaining food? You won’t use sacks.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked up suddenly, her eyes a little hot.

Before, Ye Wudao said that the sack was filled with money.

Could it be...

Ahem, how is this possible? I have never seen anyone use sacks to make money.

Besides, how could he have so much money?

Also, if it is really a sack of money, it will weigh at least a few hundred pounds.

But Ye Wudao used to lift the sack with one hand, would he have such great strength?

Not long after, the waiter called two security guards and three of them "carried" the sacks in.

Cheng Xiaoyu frowned.
Chapter completed!