Choosing girls for free? Or a few? Zeng Shuai heard this and looked at the group of girls. The group of girls immediately pose and poses the most attractive posture, hoping that this handsome and fierce handsome guy would choose them. If they had good skills in bed, they might not have to do this job again from now on.

In contrast to the situation where the "princesses" were posing, Zeng Shuai's actions made Song Wan and others glared at each other, and he really wanted to go forward and bite the guy. This guy was too much and he was not allowed to find a male to accompany him, but he himself asked a female to accompany him, which was simply outrageous.

Unexpectedly, after Zeng Shuai looked around the princesses, he couldn't help but sneer: "Do you think among them, who is comparable to the five beauties I have?"

"Ah? Oh..." The foreman heard this and quickly smiled apologized, "I'm sorry, we are ugly!" As he said that, the foreman quickly sent the group of "princesses" away.

After the group of "princesses" left reluctantly, your foreman smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then that's it, sir, our club will give you a few bottles of wine to apologize. How about it?"

"Wine? No problem, just take a few bottles of 50-year-old royal salutes and Louis XIII. I can't get used to the bad wine!" Zeng Shuai said lightly.

Fifty years of royal salute? Louis XIII?

The foreman couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this. It would be fine if Louis XIII was only tens of thousands of yuan per bottle. There were almost no royal salutes for fifty years in the Chinese market. They had to get special reservations abroad. Moreover, the royal salutes for fifty years cost at least 200,000 yuan per bottle.

The foreman smiled, but nodded and said, "Then please ask me about your surname. I can report to the boss."

"My name is Zeng Shuai." Zeng Shuai smiled faintly and said, "Let your boss bring up all the royal salutes of fifty and thirty-eight years and Louis XIII."

"Yes, please let Mr. Zeng play first, I'll go now!" the foreman said with a smile. As soon as he left the door, his face immediately became ferocious. Damn, all the royal salutes and Louis XIII. How much does it cost?

There are indeed 50 and 30 years of royal salutes in the entire club, Louis XIII, Louis XV, etc., but these wines cannot be sold much in a year, especially the 50-year-old royal salutes, which cannot be sold for 100 bottles throughout the year. Not only is the price of royal salutes very expensive, but also because this wine is limited to the quantity, which cannot be bought with money.

If the boss hadn’t had his own relationships and channels, how could he get 100 bottles a year?

There are still ten bottles of 50-year-old royal salutes in the club now. However, the boss must nod and agree to it in person before he can take it out. It is impossible for ordinary guests to let the boss get 50-year-old royal salutes, and at most 38 years of royal salutes will be sent.

Now, Zeng Shuai actually took all the royal salutes of fifty years in one breath. This is not drinking, it is simply drinking the boss's blood. How can the boss agree? Hey, I'll tell the boss now and let the boss take action personally to deal with this guy named Zeng Shuai.

At this time, the boss happened to be in the club, so the foreman carefully came to the boss's room and told him what had just happened.

The boss of the club was a young man in his thirties. After hearing the foreman's narration, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Is that young man so powerful? He knocked five people away with a wave of his hand?"

"That's right, and he's very arrogant and doesn't take the club seriously at all. He also asked the boss to take out all the royal salutes of fifty years to him!" said the foreman.

"Haha, when did such a person appear around Song Wan?" The boss thought for a while, thinking, thinking that he was an ancient martial artist? Even if he was an ancient martial artist, there were rules in the ancient martial artist sect. How could he use martial arts outside at will? That means that this ancient martial artist is just an ancient martial artist without any sect. Generally speaking, ancient martial artists without any sect are all trash among ancient martial artists.

"Hmph, it's just a little character. I'll invite two masters to kill him!" The boss of the club sneered, took out his cell phone and was about to make a call.

At this time, the foreman said again, "Oh, by the way, boss, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I asked the guy's name, and he said his name was Zeng Shuai. Boss, have you heard of this person's name?"

"Zeng Shuai?" The boss of the club thought for a while, thinking that it sounded a little familiar, so he stopped making a phone call, thought carefully, and couldn't help but feel scared and sweated: "Damn, what's the name of that guy?"

"Boss, he said his name is Zeng Shuai!"

"I'm called Zeng Shuai, and my kung fu is very good. Could it be him?" The boss of the club said, and there was more cold sweat on his body. "Grass Mud Horse, why didn't you say it earlier? I almost killed me. Did you, my mother, send me my enemy to imprison me?"

"No, Boss, I have been working by your side for several years. I have been loyal to you and admire you very much. You are my idol and my monument in life. How dare I slander you? If I really want to slander you, I won't say it out!" The foreman was so scared that he trembled all over and quickly defended himself. He knew the boss's methods very well. If someone dared to slander him, he would definitely die.

The club owner thought for a while and nodded, "Just be loyal to me. I will never treat my own people badly. If anyone dares to insult me, hum!"

As he said that, the boss of the club said, "In this way, there are six of them, right? Go and get two bottles of royal salutes of fifty years, and then Siping and 38 years of royal salutes to Zeng Shuai. Remember, you must respect him a little more. If he still needs something, just promise him. If you can't make decisions, come and report to me quickly. Do you understand?"

"I understand, boss!" the foreman nodded.

"Then why don't you go quickly, don't let him wait for a long time!" The club owner waved quickly.

"Yes, boss, I'll go now!" The foreman said, and quickly turned around and went out, muttering in his heart, "Who is this kid? The boss is not even afraid of Miss Song's family, but after hearing the name of this unknown boy, he was scared to that. It seems that I have to be careful to serve him later, otherwise I will be unable to protect my life if I get into trouble.

When the foreman arranged for someone to present six bottles of royal salutes to Zeng Shuai, the club owner had already called a phone number. After the phone was connected, the club owner said, "Brother Feng, what's the name of the boy who made trouble in the Gu family?"

"Don't mention that boy to me. When I mention that boy, I won't be angry! I'm not finished, that boy Zeng Shuai!" The person on the other end of the phone said with deep resentment. Suddenly, he said "Huh" again, saying, "Why, you ask this, is that boy causing trouble for you too?"

"Oh, I'm not to be hiding Brother Feng, Song Wan took him to my club today to play, eating, drinking, and having to drink all my 50-year royal salutes!" The club owner said depressedly: "Are you talking about it? Didn't I just rob Song Wan of some business? She was so cruel and brought such a big god to bully me!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!