Zhu Facai has recently been in the limelight; not only has he set up his own construction company, but he has also secured a contract for a large real estate project. The profits from this are substantial, though undertaking such a project naturally requires one to maintain good relations with many government officials.

This is why Zhu Facai specifically invited the son of the director of the Housing Bureau, Kang Wuchi, for a meal. While it was nominally a meal, the true aim was to grease some palms, so to speak.

Zhu Facai had already prepared a thick red envelope in his briefcase. The sole regrettable thing was that the dining venue was chosen by Young Master Kang at the last minute, and by the time they arrived, there were no private rooms left at the Bright Fish Harbor, so they had to sit in the main dining hall.

"Young Master Kang, let me, Old Zhu, toast you again."

Zhu Facai beamed with a fawning smile, raising his glass enthusiastically.

Kang Wuchi lifted his glass and took a casual sip, not even glancing directly at Zhu Facai, instead keeping his eyes on Qin Yang's side, more precisely, on Ruan Xinxue and Ling Xiaoyu.

With his years of experience, it wasn't hard to see that these two ladies were extraordinary—those figures, those looks, that demeanor—ten times better than any women he'd been with before.

"Heh, heh, Young Master Kang is clearly not interested in the wine, but rather captivated by the beauties over there?" Zhu Facai said with an ingratiating smile, totally unconcerned.

Kang Wuchi finally turned his head back, nodded, and displayed an expression all men understood.

"Those two ladies are indeed quite something," Kang Wuchi commented.

"Ha ha, everyone appreciates beauty. If Young Master Kang wishes to meet those two beauties, Old Zhu would gladly act as your wingman," Zhu Facai laughed, his gaze drifting toward Qin Yang. This kid sure is lucky. To have one stunning woman as arm candy is already impressive, but to manage two would've stirred anyone's envy.

"Thanks, Boss Zhu," Kang Wuchi grinned.

"Leave it to me, Old Zhu,"

said Zhu Facai, with a full face of smiles, before turning to call a waitress over.

"Go and send a bottle of '82 Lafite to the guests by the window, and tell them it's from this Young Master Kang who wishes to befriend them," Zhu Facai instructed the waitress.

"Yes, sir,"

The waitress replied with enthusiasm, nodding. A bottle of '82 Lafite went for sixty-eight thousand; selling one meant she'd earn a few hundred yuan in commission.

"Alright, off you go," Zhu Facai waved her away.

After the waitress had gone, Zhu Facai thought for a moment, opened his briefcase, and took out a finely crafted wooden box.

"Young Master Kang, I acquired these two fully green glass-type Jadeite bracelets in Yunnan from a jade dealer, worth a total of five hundred and eighty thousand. You can give them to the two young ladies later," Zhu Facai said with an ingratiating smile. To please this Young Master Kang, he had really spent a fortune, taking out what he originally intended as a gift for his mistress.

"Ha ha, Boss Zhu, I like people who know their place," Kang Wuchi laughed. This Zhu Facai certainly had a keen eye.

Kang Wuchi took the wooden box and opened it, revealing the two verdant jade bracelets lying quietly inside—impressive, indeed.

"Ladies, gentlemen, this bottle of '82 Lafite comes from the gentleman over there, who said he wishes to befriend you,"

the waitress said, placing a bottle of red wine on Qin Yang's table.

"Hmm?"

Raising his eyebrows, Qin Yang looked over to see a somewhat pale young man holding a bottle of red wine and signaling to them. There was no need to guess; suddenly sending over a bottle of wine, the guy definitely had his eyes on Sister Ruan and Ling Xiaoyu.

"Take it away; we don't want anything from strangers on our table,"

Ling Xiaoyu said with a cool, slightly irritated expression, clearly unimpressed by this attempt to flirt.

"This..."

The waitress hesitated a bit.

"Never mind, leave it. Just tell that guy that sending one bottle is too stingy. If he's going to send something, he should make it ten,"

Qin Yang said with a wave and a smile.

"Ah?"

The waitress was stunned; at sixty-eight thousand a bottle, this was stingy? The world of the wealthy was indeed unfathomable.

"Qin Yang, I didn't know you were this bad," Ling Xiaoyu burst into laughter.

Seeing the waitress return empty-handed, with the bottle already placed on Qin Yang's table, Kang Wuchi knew the wine had been delivered. As long as it was sent, things would be fine.

"What did they say?"

Kang Wuchi asked with a smile, taking a sip from his glass.

"Well..."

The waitress's face stiffened.

"What did they say? Spit it out," Zhu Facai urged with a frown.

The waitress hesitated briefly, then said, "That gentleman said one bottle was too stingy; if he's going to send, he should send ten."

"Pfft!"

At these words, Kang Wuchi spat out the wine he had just sipped, splattering it all over the face of the adjacent Zhu Facai.

"Are you alright, Young Master Kang?"

Zhu Facai, neglecting to wipe his own face, hurriedly inquired after Kang Wuchi, but Kang Wuchi ignored him.

"What did you say? Say it again,"

Kang Wuchi seemed to question his own ears, turning to stare at the waitress.

"That gentleman said one bottle was too stingy; if he's going to send, he should send ten," the waitress repeated.

"Too stingy?"

Kang Wuchi's face alternated between hues of green and red. No one had ever called him stingy before. He, the dignified Young Master Kang, son of the Housing Bureau director, was being labeled as stingy by someone. It definitely wasn't the two women; it had to be that guy.

"Send them ten more bottles!"

Kang Wuchi declared.

"Ah?"

Zhu Facai was taken aback. Ten bottles at sixty-eight thousand apiece meant six hundred eighty thousand, no wait, adding the one just sent made it eleven bottles, which totals seven hundred forty-eight thousand. If you include the meal with Young Master Kang, that's a full million.

"What, don't you want to?"

Kang Wuchi frowned, casting a glance at Zhu Facai.

"I do, I do. How could I not?"

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Zhu Facai hurriedly put on a fawning smile.

Visiting the Bright Fish Harbor and ending up spending over a million, Zhu Dafu really wished he could slap himself at the moment for bravely offering to play wingman and now bleeding money for it.

"Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and go take ten more bottles to their table,"

Zhu Facai urged the waitress.

The waitress paid no mind to Zhu Facai's tone. Sending ten more bottles meant several thousand in commission for her.

"Sir, are they still '82 Lafite?" the waitress asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Yes."

Zhu Facai gritted his teeth and nodded under Kang Wuchi's watchful gaze.

The waitress moved swiftly, rolling a trolley over and delivering ten more bottles.

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