Return of the Celestial King

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Slipping Away

The moment they heard "Romanee-Conti," all the classmates were completely dumbfounded.

They all wondered if they had heard correctly.

"Oh my god, Romanee-Conti! I heard that’s one of the top red wines in the world. Isn’t it like two hundred thousand a bottle?"

"Two hundred thousand a bottle, and it’s not even something money can always buy. Even if you’re rich, it’s hard to get your hands on. Only a place like the Lige Hotel would have it in stock."

Everyone started chattering excitedly.

Wu Liang’s expression, however, turned incredibly sour.

It was obvious Qin Tuo had once again put him in an awkward position.

’Damn you, brat. Just wait until after this banquet. We’ll see if I don’t crush you!’

Wu Liang thought viciously.

However, to maintain his persona and prevent his classmates from getting suspicious, he had no choice but to keep up the act.

"So how many bottles of Romanee-Conti are you talking about?"

Wu Liang sneered.

Qin Tuo thought for a moment, then held up five fingers.

"In that case, let’s start with five bottles!"

"Heh, what big talk!"

Wu Liang was certain that Qin Tuo was just bluffing.

After all, he had just made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t covering Qin Tuo’s expenses.

Even if the kid drank just one bottle of Romanee-Conti, he would definitely go bankrupt!

On second thought, even if the wine was brought to the table, they wouldn’t be charged as long as it wasn’t opened.

Wu Liang figured that since that was the case, he might as well go big and win over the crowd again.

So, he said magnanimously:

"Waiter, bring ten bottles of Romanee-Conti!"

The waiter was also a little surprised; he rarely encountered such extravagant customers.

"Right away, sir!"

The waiter immediately turned to get the wine.

Everyone was too shocked to speak. They quickly did the math in their heads.

Two hundred thousand for one bottle... ten bottles would be a full two million!

Looking at Qin Tuo’s expression, Wu Liang thought he was scared and sneered,

"Kid, it’s not too late to back out. I can go cancel the wine, save you the embarrassment of not being able to pay later."

Many of them started to feel a sense of schadenfreude, looking forward to watching Qin Tuo make a fool of himself.

Han Zilin was extremely anxious and quickly tried to persuade him,

"Brother Tu, don’t be impulsive! Cancel the wine, let’s just go home!"

Qin Tuo shook his head and smiled.

"Don’t worry, Zilin. It’s just a few bottles of wine. What’s there to regret?"

Han Zilin thought Qin Tuo was just too proud to back down and gave a bitter smile.

"But Brother Tu, this wine is too expensive. Where would you get that kind of money?"

Qin Tuo patted the back of Han Zilin’s hand, telling her not to worry.

Then, he turned to Wu Liang with a faint smile and said,

"Wu Liang, you’re not the one having second thoughts, are you? If you regret it, you can call the waiter back right now and cancel the order. I promise I won’t laugh at you. How about it?"

Wu Liang was absolutely livid.

He had actually wanted to cancel the wine, but after what the kid said, it was impossible.

"Hmph! You little punk, keep talking tough. When the wine gets here, we’ll see how you handle this!"

Wu Liang took one look at Qin Tuo and knew the guy probably couldn’t even scrounge up a thousand yuan from his pockets.

"Heh, it’s just drinking a few bottles of wine. What’s the problem?"

Qin Tuo retorted with that same faint smile.

Seeing him like this, Wu Liang was filled with rage and resentment.

He was now being held over a fire by Qin Tuo, with no way to get down.

Just then, everyone saw the waiters walking out, carefully carrying the exquisite Romanee-Conti.

There were five waiters, each carefully balancing two bottles on an elegant tray.

No joke, those two bottles alone were worth a full four hundred thousand!

The waiters were terrified of accidentally dropping them.

The wine was brought over, and a waiter asked with a smile,

"Sir, shall I open the bottles now?"

The corner of Wu Liang’s mouth twitched slightly. He was in agony.

He was waiting for Qin Tuo to be the first to back down!

But a glance at Qin Tuo revealed a completely indifferent expression.

This time, Wu Liang started to panic.

He said stubbornly,

"Qin Tuo, let me tell you, one bottle is two hundred thousand. If you don’t back down and beg for mercy now, you won’t get another chance."

Han Zilin tugged at Qin Tuo, wanting to persuade him again to cancel the wine.

However, Qin Tuo just gave Wu Liang a mocking smile.

"Young Master of the Wu Family, you’re being so long-winded. Are you scared you’ll feel the sting of the bill later?"

As soon as the words were out, Wu Liang’s face couldn’t help but flush red.

He said angrily,

"Qin Tuo, you little punk, stop spouting nonsense! This wine is expensive, but I can still afford it. I can see you’re just putting up a front. You’ll be sorry in a bit!"

Qin Tuo let out a cold laugh, gave a decisive wave of his hand, and said,

"Waiter, open all ten bottles!"

With that one sentence, Wu Liang was struck speechless with shock.

Beside them, Zhang Xiaoqian also opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

’Though she figured Qin Tuo was just putting on a brave front. We’ll see what he does when it’s time to pay the bill!’

The waiter nodded with a smile and proceeded to open all ten bottles.

Seeing that the wine was opened, Wu Liang was completely dumbfounded, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The expressions of the surrounding classmates were the complete opposite. Each one was forcefully suppressing their excitement, their eyes filled with eager anticipation.

Staring at the ten opened bottles of Romanee-Conti—real money, right there on the table—Wu Liang finally lost his composure and started cursing.

"Qin Tuo, are you crazy? If you can’t pay for this later, let’s see how you get yourself out of this mess!"

In reality, he himself was panicking. After all, he had just fleeced a new batch of suckers, and now it looked like all that money was about to be spent on this wine.

He thought his outburst would intimidate Qin Tuo, but one look showed that Qin Tuo was as calm as could be.

"It’s just drinking a few bottles, isn’t it? Do you have to get so worked up?"

Qin Tuo’s casual remark startled Wu Liang, who only then realized he had lost his composure.

So he forced himself to act calm, putting on an indifferent expression.

Qin Tuo picked up a bottle and prepared to drink, as casually as if it were a bottle of water.

Suddenly, he saw Wu Liang staring blankly and asked with deliberate confusion,

"What’s wrong? Can the great Young Master of the Wu Family not afford Romanee-Conti? I thought you were the guy who drives a Rolls-Royce and wears a gold watch? Why so timid now?"

This series of taunts instantly provoked Wu Liang.

In front of so many people, Wu Liang couldn’t afford to lose face like this!

So he could only grit his teeth, pick up the wine, and start drinking.

A mouthful of wine went down, but he couldn’t taste its exquisite flavor at all. His heart was just filled with regret.

’It’s over, it’s over. I don’t know if the haul I brought in today will even be enough to cover this wine. Looks like I’ll have to find an excuse and slip away later!’

Wu Liang thought sorrowfully.