Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

"Waiter, bring two jugs of sake!" Several big men who were not dressed like people from the Central Plains spoke in broken Chinese.

"Hey, here it comes!" The waiter heard it and hurried to get the wine.

There were quite a few people coming, and the waiter couldn't help feeling scared when he saw the scene.

But the customer has spoken, so as a waiter he cannot turn a deaf ear to it.

The shopkeeper was also secretly observing these people.

"The shopkeeper's."

"Come here." The shopkeeper waved his hand, and the waiter leaned over to whisper, "Change the wine."

"what?"

"What? Hurry up." The shopkeeper glared at the stunned waiter. If that person wasn't his wife's nephew, he would have sent him away long ago.

It's not his fault. It's not the first time he has met such a stranger. Every time, he orders a lot of things, but he doesn't spend much. There was even one time when he wanted to dine and run.

He was just an ordinary citizen, and many times he could only keep the peace and just hope that these giant Buddhas would be quickly removed.

I didn’t expect to see so many people here again.

When the shopkeeper heard those big men asking for wine, he was afraid that the young and inexperienced waiter would send the best wine to them, which would be a huge loss.

He quickly stopped the waiter's action.

I hope these strangers can leave quickly.

The waiter followed the shopkeeper's instructions and nervously went up with the second-rate wine.

Battelle was a drunkard. He immediately snatched the jug and started drinking by himself.

It tasted wrong as soon as I drank it. He is an expert on wine, but this wine was bland and tasteless. It was obvious at first glance that it was not a good product. He was deceiving us!

Bater looked at him coldly. He was tall and strong, eight feet tall, with a fierce face and a face full of flesh. He looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.

Battelle stood up and looked down at the thin waiter, as if his fist was about to come up at any second.

The waiter was so frightened that he turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

"Masters, masters! Let's talk nicely! I don't know how I have offended you." The waiter was almost scared to pee, and the shopkeeper not far away was also startled.

"Hmph, you bastard, you dare to use horse urine to deceive me. Today I must teach you a lesson." After saying this, Bater was about to beat him.

Bater mumbled a lot of Mongolian, and the waiter really didn't understand what he said, but he knew what he meant just by looking at Bater's expression and movements.

The waiter was in tears, as it was clearly his stingy boss who was trying to cheat, but in the end he was the one to take the blame.

Several big men next to Bater also stood up one after another.

The waiter surrounded in the middle looked even more lonely and helpless, like an eggplant hit by frost.

"Bartel, don't cause trouble. Don't forget what we are here for."

"Yes, aren't you afraid of being punished by the master?"

The waiter pricked up his ears and listened to the big men talking a lot to Bater.

He became more and more nervous. He wondered if he could survive by holding his head, and he even subconsciously held his head.

Bater is not a very good drinker. He is fine at ordinary times, but once he drinks, his temper becomes extremely bad.

He refused to give in and felt that the store owner was deceiving him. They said that the Central Plains was rich in resources, but the result was this kind of crappy wine.

It was clearly the waiter's fault. He had to teach the waiter a lesson today.

The two big men beside Bater knew something was wrong as soon as they saw Bater's expression, and quickly grabbed him.

As a result, Battelle's fist had already been swung out.

Waiter: My life is over!

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he quickly squeezed in.

Although he didn't like the waiter who was forced upon him by his wife, he would be finished if something happened.

The waiter is the only male in his wife's family, so nothing must happen to him.

"Everyone, let's talk it over nicely. The waiter is ignorant. I'll go get you some good wine to make amends."

"For my sake, everyone calm down. I'll treat you to a nice meal."

The shopkeeper spoke politely but Bater was drunk and didn't listen to the shopkeeper's apology at all.

The big men on both sides were unable to hold him back.

You should know that Battelle's emotional intelligence and IQ are not very good, but he is still valued, which shows his strength.

In other words, no one here can control him except the master.

Bartel drunkenly pushed away the person next to him, raised his fist and hit the shopkeeper in the face.

"stop!"

Upon hearing the voice, Bartel stopped his actions abruptly, just a little bit away from the shopkeeper's face.

Even the shopkeeper felt the palm wind and his face wrinkled immediately.

"master!"

"master!"

The big men spoke in Mongolian, and even Bater's drunkenness was mostly gone, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The shopkeeper and the waiter opened their eyes and looked.

He was a young man dressed in Mongolian clothes. Unlike Bater and other big men, this man was tall but more handsome in appearance.

He walked over calmly, and the arrogant Battelle just now was like a mouse meeting a cat, and his attitude immediately became much more submissive.

"Bateer, you are so insolent!" the man said lightly, glancing at Bater lightly, but frightened Bater so much that he fell to his knees.

"Master, Master, Bartel admits his guilt, please forgive me!"

It was obvious that the waiter and the shopkeeper had not yet come to their senses from this sudden change.

It's hard to imagine that he was so arrogant just now, but now he is like a quail.

The man didn't say anything, but looked at the others.

It can be seen that these big men are quite afraid of this man and they all look away and dare not look at him.

The man walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Boss, my servants have offended me, but don't worry, I'm here, they won't dare to act presumptuously."

This time the man spoke Chinese, and quite fluently, not at all like the clumsy speech those big men had just given him.

The shopkeeper and the waiter breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the man was the one who made the decision. Now they were saved.

There was even a sense of relief at having escaped death.

The man smiled and said, "Boss, may I serve you a few dishes? Don't worry, we are not the kind of people who refuse to pay."

The man was smart and knew what the shopkeeper was worried about, so he just spoke frankly.

The shopkeeper was so embarrassed that his face turned red, as all his tricks had been guessed.

The shopkeeper responded and ran to the kitchen, taking the waiter with him.

The lobby was silent. Bartel, who had been so arrogant just now, was like a child who had made a mistake and didn't dare to speak.

"What? Weren't you very impressive just now?" The man took a sip of tea and spoke fluent Mongolian.

When Battelle heard the tone of the man's voice, he even started to tremble.

"Master, Bater knows he is wrong." Bater lowered his head and knelt in front of the man.

The man seemed completely unaware, stroking the teacup in his hand, and then threw the cup down hard.