"What, you're awake? How can your hotel do this, did I just have some '82 Lafite?" Luo Ywei suddenly stood up, shouting at the waitress.
The waitress gave a cold smile, repeating Luo Ywei's earlier words, "You think I can't afford it, huh? Bring me four bottles! Go decant them, and if I can't finish, I'll just pour them out."
"Sir, please drink slowly; I'll arrange someone specifically to watch over you. At Starlight Hotel, no one dares to dine and dash," the waitress said, then spoke into the intercom, "Send some people to section D."
Luo Ywei's eyes were bloodshot.
Four bottles of '82 Lafite, that's almost two hundred thousand, damn, two hundred thousand just to show off? Fuck, that would hurt anyone. Plus, the money he had made these past two years was barely close to three hundred thousand. And, he had just ordered forty portions of Beef Wellington!