"More than fifty thousand, how is this possible!"

The waiter said, "That's right. The bottle of red wine you ordered is worth 50,000 yuan."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't stop shivering.

This bottle of red wine is more than 50,000 yuan... a sip is 1,000 yuan!

She is dying of pain!

50,000 yuan, all the money on her body adds up to less than 5,000 yuan.

Her most valuable thing is that car, but that car is not her own, but her father's.

It's dead now.

She rolled her eyes fiercely, Ye Wudao.

Blame this guy for having to keep that bottle of red wine just now.

The guests at the next table looked at them with a smile.

Sure enough, the two of them couldn't make the money.

Being stared at by so many eyes, Cheng Xiaoyu was so embarrassed that his head almost dropped to the bottom of the table.

"That...we'll pay for it later, I'm going to make a call now."

However, the waiter did not leave.

She also saw that these two people couldn't afford the money, and was worried that they would escape the bill.

At this time, Du Yong also brought people over.

"Xiaoyu, what happened?"

His voice was loud, attracting more attention to this side.

Cheng Xiaoyu rolled his eyes at Du Yong and ignored him.

Du Yong was even more proud: "Yo ho, Merlot dry red wine, more than 50,000 bottles."

"You're sentimental enough, I can't even afford to drink this kind of wine."

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly realized something, and looked at him fiercely: "Damn, did you arrange this on purpose?"

Du Yong: "What if it was arranged by me, and what if it was not arranged by me?"

"Anyway, you drink it, you have to pay for it."

Cheng Xiaoyu was angry and helpless.

In the end, she had to grit her teeth and said to the waiter, "Can I mortgage the car to you first, and then go back and find a way to raise money?"

The waiter shook his head: "Sorry, we don't have this rule here."

Du Yong laughed even more arrogantly: "This is a high-end restaurant. You want to pay for the meal with a car, but you think so."

"How about this, Xiaoyu, you accompany me for a drink, how about I pay for you?"

Cheng Xiaoyu gritted her teeth: "You are dreaming."

Du Yong: "Hoho, it's really a dead duck's mouth."

"Today, if you want to eat Bawang's meal, just wait and go to jail."

Ye Wudao, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly said, "Xiaoyu, give me the car key."

Cheng Xiaoyu gave him an angry look.

She took it for granted that Ye Wudao had to pay for the meal by car.

"I didn't hear it just now, people are not allowed to use cars to mortgage meals."

Ye Wudao: "Although give it to me."

"Give it to you." Cheng Xiaoyu was so annoyed that he threw the car key to him.

Ye Wudao threw the car key to the waiter again: "Go, bring the sack from our car."

sack?

Everyone present was puzzled by the second monk.

What did he do with the sack at this time?

Packing up leftover meals? There's no need for a sack either.

Cheng Xiaoyu raised her head sharply, her eyes a little hot.

Before, Ye Wudao said that the sacks contained money.

Could it be...

Cough, how is this possible, I have never seen money in sacks.

Besides, how could he possibly have so much money.

Also, if it was really a sack of money, it would weigh at least a few hundred pounds.

But before Ye Wudao lifted the sack with one hand, would he have such great strength?

It didn't take long for the waiter to call two security guards, and three people "carried" the sack in.

Cheng Xiaoyu frowned.

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