Zhang Mengmeng is going to be furious.

This fellow villagers' meeting was carefully prepared by her.

Almost all her pocket money was spent.

She did marry a rich foreigner, or a very rich one.

But the foreigner had two ex-wifes, seven or eight children, and most of the money was given to the children, and only one pocket money was given to Zhang Mengmeng every month.

After saving this for more than two years, I only had a thousand million yuan in my hand.

This time, it cost two million to book a restaurant alone.

Zhang Mengmeng is just a slap in the face and pretending to be fat. She wants to come back with a glorious look and show off in front of her old friends in Hanzhou.

By the way, connect to others and do a micro-business or something.

Now, the carefully prepared banquet didn't even have a drink.

"I order you to prepare the best red wine for me immediately, otherwise I will complain to you!" Zhang Mengmeng screamed.

There was a burst of laughter on the round table behind.

Ye Wudao and others were sitting safely, looking lively.

In fact, this group of migrant workers was laughed at by jokes.

Zhang Mengmeng screamed: "What the hell is going on? You have to give me an explanation."

"Sorry, we are not obliged to explain anything to you. Do you still need to order food?" The waiter still smiled.

Zhang Mengmeng's face turned red, and she was so angry that she trembled when she grabbed the expensive evening dress.

"Mengmeng, the service attitude here is too bad. Why don't you change it?" someone asked.

"No!" Zhang Mengmeng gritted her teeth: "I don't believe it anymore, I can't even find a bottle of wine."

At this time, Ye Wudao on the opposite side smiled and waved: "Waiter, come here and follow my order to buy wine. I don't like the wine here!"

Chen Qingzhi does not like red wine very much, he still likes Chinese ancient wine.

Zhang Mengmeng laughed again: "If you can't afford to drink, don't make excuses. You're going out to buy alcohol. Hey, do you think this is a roadside stall, are you going to buy beer?"

The waiter was holding the list, but he was facing a great enemy!

I called again, and found the best wine merchant in the Magic City. It took a lot of effort to find it all.

I saw several bottles of tattered white wine being sent.

What are the Gujinggong and Lao Baigan, they are the most ordinary brands in China.

There are also a few bottles of Moutai, but the packaging is yellow and there is mud on it.

Zhang Mengmeng kept staring at her, and couldn't help laughing: "Look at these rural bullies, they really have no taste at all."

There were two bottles of Lafite I had found on their table, worth more than 100,000 yuan.

"Stinky country bumpkin, please, we can give you a bottle of Lafite!" Zhang Mengmeng shouted.

Ye Wudao was too lazy to reply, so he gently opened a bottle of Gujinggong. The wine smelled so good, and the rich aroma quickly filled the restaurant.

Several people who often drink alcohol on Zhang Mengmeng were stunned.

They sniffed their noses gently, their hearts were shocked: "Is this aged vintage in old age? That's very rare."

Zhang Mengmeng and a few people who didn’t understand wine culture covered their noses and slapped them in the wind: “What a big smell of wine.”

Maotai was opened again on Chen Qingzhi, and the aroma of the wine became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Mengmeng couldn't stand it anymore and shouted directly: "It's so annoying to drink it aside."

Ye Wudao ignored her, but took out two bottles of Feitian Moutai and gently mixed them with the aged wine.

After the adjustment is made, it will be filled with Chen Qingzhi.

Chen Qingzhi picked it up and smiled faintly: "Yuanji 1979, OK, Ye Wudao, you have really invested a lot."

After saying that, he pointed to Zhang Mengmeng's table: "Give them a bottle. It's really boring to see the bottle of Lafite they drank."

Ye Wudao picked up a dirty bottle of wine with mud and sent it directly to Zhang Mengmeng: "Hey, for the sake of treating me to shark fin rice, this bottle will be rewarded with you."

Zhang Mengmeng was furious.

Is this intentional humiliation?

What is my identity? A lady like me, I would like to have this bottle of broken wine?

She raised her hand angrily and pushed it away hard, feeling very disgusted.

Ye Wudao's eyes sank, and he threw the wine bottle and smashed it to the ground with a bang.

"Ha, why don't you fall down? Pay the money!" Ye Shao clenched his fists and made a cracking sound.

Zhang Mengmeng took out a few red tickets in disgust and threw them on the ground: "Take it and get out of here, this thousand yuan is enough for you to buy a box."

Ye Wudao's face turned gloomy: "Are you kidding? Do you know what kind of wine is like?"

Zhang Mengmeng raised her head and sneered: "You even cheated? Tell me, how much does this bottle of wine cost?"
Chapter completed!