Chen Yang browsed the wine list, then casually pointed at a few, handed it back to the waiter, and said, "Bring these bottles up."
The waiter saw the selected wines, his mouth wide open in surprise, "Sir, are you serious?"
"What, is there a problem?"
Chen Yang smiled.
"Of course not, although these are the most expensive wines in our store, Young Master Long already said he would treat everyone, so ordering them is fine. But with so many, sir, can you finish them?" The waiter smiled wryly.
The wines Chen Yang ordered were not modest choices; they were either vintage Lafite or rare Romanée-Conti, a variety of types, and the sheer quantity was impressive.
An ordinary person definitely couldn't drink that much!
"What's it to you? The more you sell, the more your bar profits, right?" Chen Yang waved his hand, unwilling to chat further with the waiter.
"Alright, sir."
