The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 46 The highest consumption【For collection】

This is a luxuriously decorated private room. There is a table and chairs that can seat ten people in the huge private room. There is a tea table and a sofa against the wall, and there are several oil paintings on the wall.

Yang Fan sat on the chair and crossed his legs.

"Where's the menu?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

Outside the private room, the manager was waiting for the waiter to come out at the door. Seeing him coming out, he grabbed him and dragged him aside.

"Wait a while to watch him. This kind of person is here to eat the overlord's meal, and sneaks away when people are not paying attention."

The waiter nodded: "Don't worry, I've been watching him."

It seems that the manager still doesn't believe that he is here to consume, but to eat and drink. In order to prevent him from slipping away after drinking and eating, the manager also called a waiter to guard the door. Just follow along until he checks out and leaves.

Yang Fan walked around in the private room with his hands behind his back, admiring the nude beauty in the oil painting. When he was looking at it seriously, the waiter brought the menu.

"This, this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, how many?" Yang Fan asked, pointing to the dishes on the menu.

"Six."

"Then have this and this again." He pointed at the names on the menu with his finger.

"Another bottle of wine, how much is your most expensive wine?"

The waiter turned the menu to the drinks page and handed it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stared round his eyes and looked. The cheapest ones cost more than 1000 a bottle, so forget it. I only have 4000 yuan in my pocket, so I can’t make any more.

He pushed the menu to the waiter, patted his forehead, as if remembering something: "Oh, I forgot, I came by car, and I can't drink, so let's have a Sprite."

"You can call for a driver." The waiter said this uninterestedly.

Yang Fan's expression was a little stiff, and his eyes looked at the waiter like fire: "Sprite is what I want you to come to. I have a cold and can't drink alcohol these days, can't I?"

"Would you like anything else?"

"Let's talk about it later, let's start with this point."

Yang Fan closed the menu, threw it on the table, and continued to raise his legs.

The manager waiting at the front desk saw the waiter coming over with the written list, and hurried up to greet him.

"What did he order?" He said as he took the order from the waiter.

"One person ordered eight?"

The waiter nodded at him.

"Did he check the price when he ordered it? Well, he ordered all the most expensive ones. This plate of fish is [-] yuan." The manager followed the price on the menu and ordered on the calculator.

"Oh my God, he ordered a dish worth 200 yuan. It looks like he really wants to eat the king's meal. Today I will make him, the king, surrender." The manager slammed the order on the table.

"Your dishes are ready." When the waiter brought the eighth dish, Yang Fan had already eaten the first two dishes.

He lay down on the chair stroking his stomach, resting one hand on the side of the chair, looking at his phone leisurely.

"Sir, your dishes are all ready, would you like something else?"

Yang Fan didn't look at him, didn't say anything, he waved his little hand, indicating that you can go.

"What? He only ate two plates and then sat there without eating?"

The hotel manager was very angry when he heard from the waiter that he did not eat the next six dishes: "Isn't this a waste?"

On Yang Fan's side, he was picking his teeth with a toothpick, and stepped on the chair next to him with one foot.

Fuck, make you look down on me.Do you think I can't afford it because I don't wear well?What a joke, I can earn thousands of dollars in just one dream, let alone your place, when I have money in the future, I won't hesitate to come to eat at such a low-end place like yours.

Yang Fan threw the toothpick on the ground and shouted: "Waiter, waiter."

At this time, the waitress who was guarding him at the door ran over. Judging from her delicate face, she was only in her early 20s.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Calculate." He said slowly.

"Um...you need to pay at the counter." The waiter said with a smile.

Yang Fan looked at his handsome appearance, nodded, pretended to be rich, and stood up.

"Little sister, what is the most expensive meal you have ever seen here?"

The waitress was speechless for a moment and could not speak.

"What? Haven't you seen it?"

"I've seen it before. Several big bosses spent [-] here a few days ago. That was the most expensive meal I've ever seen."

"Only twenty-eight thousand? How many people will eat?"

The waitress rolled her eyes.

"Like ten."

"Ten people spent [-] yuan, how much is the average price per person?" Yang Fan sneered.

"Two thousand and eight."

Yang Fan pointed to the dishes on the table and said: "If I remember correctly, the dishes on this table should cost more than 3000 yuan, which means that my per capita consumption is more than 3000 yuan, which is more than [-] yuan."

The waitress looked at Yang Fan curiously, not knowing what he wanted to express.

"I'm the one who spends the most here." Yang Fan pointed to himself and said.

He staggered out of the private room, his pajamas were extremely incongruous here, and the pair of cotton slippers on his feet looked even more out of the ordinary.

The manager had been waiting for him at the counter a long time ago, and when he saw him coming, he greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, this way please pay the bill."

Yang Fan touched his trouser pocket and took out a wad of money: "How much is it?"

The manager looked dumbfounded, so he didn't come here to eat the Overlord's meal?The attitude towards him immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"Mr. Sir, thank you for your consumption here. You will come here often in the future." The smirk on Yang Fan's face disgusted Yang Fan.

"Let's go, let's pay here, right?" Yang Fan pushed away the manager and asked the waiter behind the counter.

"Show me how much?"

"Okay, sir, wait a moment."

The waiter pressed a few times on the computer keyboard and printed out a consumption slip.

"Sir, you spent 3000 and 40 yuan this time."

Yang Fan licked the side of his mouth where he put his hand, and then lit the money in his hand.

"Here, two thousand and three, don't need to change, the 60 yuan is a tip."

The manager standing aside was still dumbfounded. He watched Yang Fan put the rest of the money into his pocket, and hurried over to greet him: "Sir, thank you for this purchase, do you want to become a member? If you buy [-], you will get [-]." How fitting."

Yang Fan glanced at him and said disdainfully: "I will definitely never come here again. Do you know why?"

The manager let out a sigh and shook his head.

"It's because of you that I don't fucking come here to eat. If the society is full of people who look down on people like you, the atmosphere will be fucking messed up."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed the business card a few times in his hand and threw it on the ground, then turned and left. The manager and the waiter were dumbfounded...

(End of this chapter)