Mu Yazhe elegantly said, "Get me that bottle of Dalmore 62 under this gentleman's tab."
That wine was released in the year '02 for a total of only twelve bottles.
One of the bottles was in the founder's, Richard Paterson's, private collection.
This pedigree-grade single malt had incorporated four types of vintage whisky, of which the oldest was traced back to 1868.
Thus, it was easy to tell how expensive one bottle could fetch.
Du Jiayan's face turned pale with fright, and his legs shook at his words.
One bottle of it costs 3 million yuan!
Is this a joke?
His partner at one side did not realize that he was almost paralyzed by fear. Without knowing how much it cost, she casually asked for a bottle to show off before her former classmates. "Get me a bottle!"
Her boyfriend, with a horrid expression, stared at her unbelievably just as she finished her order.
She, meanwhile, was in the dark up until she spotted his ashen face.
"What's the matter?" she mouthed.
He had broken out in a cold sweat by now.
Mu Yazhe propped his chin on his interlaced fingers as he watched the man, whose face was drenched in a cold sweat, with interest.
His handsome face was wearing an evil grin as he casually remarked, "I ordered that since you said that we could order anything."
Knowing that he could not back down from his words, he continued his pretense of generosity. "I-I… That's what I've said! It's rare for everyone to meet, so let's just have fun!"
"Oh?" The man dragged his last word pensively and then ordered a few dishes enthusiastically without referring to the menu.
Du Jiayan could only watch his every move. He started to suspect that this man had been to this clubhouse before. If not, how did he know what to order without looking at the menu?
However, almost immediately, he dismissed this notion.
A low-level employee in Disheng would be unable to step into this posh place.
There was no way Yun Shishi's boyfriend could enter this exclusive club if not for this class reunion. One must know that only members were permitted in private clubs like this!
She asked her partner secretly, "Are those dishes you have ordered expensive?"
"Not at all."
He pinched her nose bridge lovingly. "Are you feeling sorry for him?"
"Why would I?"
"Those dishes are famous here and they taste good." He would order these whenever he came here.
When the food arrived, he put some in her bowl. Her eyes turned wide with astonishment after tasting a couple of them.
"These really taste good!"
Xiao Xue followed suit and quickly broke into praise after having a taste. "Oh, my! Shishi, your boyfriend has good taste, indeed! These cuisines are superb!"
Hearing her praise, Huang Lili was so furious it threatened to destroy the nose job she had recently done in South Korea.
Her boyfriend was the one who would pay for the food, yet the glory was snatched away by this man!
Her boyfriend was pensive beside her. Just thinking of the string of numbers that would appear on their bill at the end pinched his heart.
He also grumbled, Of all places, she just had to pick this one to host the gathering.
She was perturbed by his distraught look.
He kept his volume as low as possible as he whispered to her ear, "Do you know how much that bottle of Dalmore 62 costs?!"
"How much?" She was starting to feel alarmed.
Tens of thousands?
Perhaps several hundred thousand yuan?!
The man muttered through gnashed teeth, "It's 3 million yuan!"
"What!" She let out an exclamation that startled everyone else.