The auction of 10 bottles of poinsettia took nearly an hour, with an average of six minutes per bottle, which shows the intensity of the bidding!

By the end of the day, the average price of a poinsettia had exceeded $1 million!

It's not just the waiters of the first steak, but even the gold collars who bid for it continue to scream while being shocked, and the expressions on their faces are as confused as they can be. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After the auction, those gold collars who did not get a poinsettia left with sad faces, and the ten gold collars who successfully booked a bottle of poinsettia wine at a sky-high price filled in the city location of their respective bosses under the guidance of the waiter.

On this day, starting from noon, the steak that had been deserted for a week finally became lively again.

"Dad, you go slowly." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, a majestic man, and a middle-aged woman in a high-end dress, supported an old man with gray hair and trembling when he walked, and walked into the steakhouse.

"Waiter, my poinsettia is already decanting, right?" The middle-aged man shouted majestically.

He is one of the top three richest people in the city, and he is often on talk shows on major TV channels, so he can be said to be a household name!

Even if he decides to run for mayor, it won't be a big deal.

The waiter, of course, knew the rich man, so he stepped forward respectfully and said carefully: "Yes, sir, your wine has ten minutes to enjoy." ”

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say two official words, but his father coughed violently twice, which scared him and made him shudder, and he was busy asking for warmth.

The waiter was very discerning and said, "Sir, old gentleman, the box is ready, three please." ”

The box was seated, and the middle-aged man directly ordered three portions of a steak, and at this time, just ten minutes had passed, and the poinsettia wine came up quickly.

When the old man saw a poimp of wine, a wistful look shot out of his cloudy eyes.

If it weren't for this wine, he might have gone to the cemetery three months ago, and these days, without the nourishment of a poinsettia, his body has deteriorated, almost step by step towards hell, and the feeling so clear that he can see death descend makes the old man dare not even sleep, for fear that once he falls asleep, he will never wake up again.

The waiter was slowly preparing wine glasses for them, but the middle-aged man obviously couldn't wait any longer, grabbed a goblet directly, rudely poured a large glass of red wine for his father, and then carefully fed him.

Seeing the old father, who had to drink a poimp of red wine one by one, the middle-aged man seemed to see that the green vitality was pouring into the old father's body, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Ahem." The old man was drunk and coughed twice, but his face suddenly became rosy, and the drunkenness in his eyes dispelled the turbidity, and he gradually became more energetic.

"Hahaha, okay, Dad, drink more!" The middle-aged man poured him more than half of the red wine, and then instructed the waiter to save the rest of the red wine.

The middle-aged woman had some resentment on her face, looking at the middle-aged man's gaze very aggrieved, but she didn't say anything.

Poinsettia not only prolongs life, but for women, it also fills your muscles with collagen, which works better than any makeup.

However, the price of a bottle of poinsettia wine has now reached a million dollars, and even with the value of their family, they can no longer drink water every day as if they were in the past.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman was even more resentful, if it weren't for his husband and those fox friends joining forces to put pressure on Yipin steak, how could things have become like this?

She touched the muscles on her face, and the collagen seemed to be running out.

The middle-aged man looked at his wife, and he was a little embarrassed with a smile on his face, but the matter was irreparable, what he could do now was to take care of his old father's body first, and then take care of his wife.

Who let the poinsettia start a limited auction now?

Hey, I regret not being at the beginning!

In other cities, it's pretty much the same thing.

These ten billionaires who are willing to spend millions of dollars to buy a poinsettia wine are basically old people in the family who can't bear it, and if they don't drink it again, they may have to go to see God, otherwise they can't bid so wildly.

And other rich people who didn't bid for it also began to come to Yipinpin's steak again, otherwise if Yipin's steak continued to increase the price and continue to bid for Yipin's wine in limited quantities, they would really cry.

And all of this fell on the opposite side of Yipin, in the eyes of the people of Bourbon steak, and the news of various cities gathered in the hands of Arcy in just ten minutes.

Boast!!

Arcy slammed the goblet to the ground, shattering it into slag.

"Bastard, why is this happening!!"

Arsch knows his own business, and his bourbon steak business is really good these days, but what about the profits? Is there really an outsider who thinks so high?

Japanese Wagyu, which claims to be the world's No. 1, has made the profit margin of bourbon steak very small just because of its purchase price, and has successively engaged in a large wave of "preferential and reward" activities, and then counting the salaries paid to the staff, plus all kinds of messy expenses.

After careful calculation, it is already selling at a loss!

Every bourbon steak built opposite the Yipin steak restaurant is like this, and the small amount adds up, and the loss is huge.

And more importantly, the first-grade steak has not been dried up, no, it should be said that not only has it not been dried up, but it has been reborn under the condition of constantly increasing the price, and the business is booming again under the care of the rich people who see the wind and steer the rudder!

What's next?

Continue to 'Great Deals'?

That's not to pay for the coffin!

But if you don't do it, consumers will definitely be more or less psychologically uncomfortable, and he believes that a steak will definitely drop back to the original price.

Arshi's head is big.

He hurriedly called his uncle Booker for help.

Doodle...... Doodle......

The call went through, but no one answered.

After a few minutes, the phone hangs up automatically.

Arshi told himself that Uncle Booker must not have heard, so he called again, and it was great, and it was connected, but it went to voicemail.

Arshi hung up, hit again, or voicemail.

He wasn't stupid and quickly realized something.

“SHIT！ Mulberry Lotus Floating Blue Pond! Arshi smashed his phone to pieces!

Booker, apparently, is planning to get out of it, this mess of things, in the end, fell on Arshi's own head, no one in the family will help, what awaits him is that at the next family gathering, he will be removed from his current position and forced to hand over the management rights of Bourbon steak!

What a familiar picture, what a familiar taste!

Arshi's tears of remorse finally remained. (To be continued.) )