Chapter 11: A Woman Who Loves Candles
"Auntie, there are three candles here, I don't know which one you want to eat first? short, long, or this one, the thickest?"
Chu Ling held up a golden candlestick with three candles on it, dangling in front of her.
Fang Weiwei's face was like a pig's kidney, suffocating purple, even though she was ten thousand unconvinced, but after Manager Zhang's professional appraisal, she had nothing to say.
Although Manager Zhang identified it as true, he only looked at the wine bottle, which can only show that the wine bottle is real, and whether the wine in it is real or not, no one knows if he has not tasted it. ”
A slightly chubby, thin-haired man, spoke for Fang Weiwei, who was the man who had just sat down with her for dinner.
"Yes, what's so strange about the wine bottle, who knows if the wine inside is real or fake?" Fang Weiwei shouted loudly.
She cast an approving and ambiguous look at the man, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people, I was afraid that the two of them would have hugged each other, dry firewood, and do indescribable things.
"The wine is not difficult to identify, this kind of wine, there is a special treatment at the seal, let alone open the bottle, as long as you touch it lightly with your hand, millions of bottles will leave irremediable traces at the opening!
If you take a closer look, there is no trace of the mouth of the bottle, so there is no doubt that the wine in this is the original real wine!"
Manager Zhang raised the wine bottle, circled it, and showed it to everyone.
This taster is really powerful, I'm afraid that even the system doesn't know this mechanism!
[Host, you fart]
If he didn't say it, if he accidentally touched the bottle mouth, the more than 3 million US dollars of wine would immediately depreciate by more than half!
Even the man with thinning hair had nothing to say now.
Fang Weiwei was completely dumbfounded, eager to give herself a few slaps in the face, didn't she dig a pit and bury herself?
She usually plays with wax dripping, but she hasn't dripped it anywhere! Is she really going to eat a candle today? The key is that she can eat this thing?
If it weren't for the crowd, she really wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, local tyrant, don't let me eat candles, is it okay to play with a drop of wax?
What does it mean to eat candles?
Su Ran hated this woman very much, at the beginning, his father owed more than 100 million yuan, was insolvent, and the pressure was very high, and he was much older overnight, and the luxury cars and mansions were ready to be sold to pay off the debts.
It's just that she can't share the joys and sorrows, and she secretly ran away with the two million car sales money, which is the last straw!
Father thought about getting along for a year, and he didn't pursue her generously. If it were herself, she would have to go to jail.
Now, she still has this face, deliberately coming to find fault, which is really hateful.
"For the sake of the past acquaintances, I'll give you the shortest candle, and you'll be ready to roll after eating. ”
Su Ran smiled, pulled out the shortest candle, and handed it to her.
Fang Weiwei was so angry that she shook off the candle and said angrily: "Who are you and you?
The shortest candle fell to the ground and broke into even shorter pieces.
"Pick it up, eat it. Chu Ling said word by word.
Now, in the eyes of everyone, his words are so magnetic and powerful, after all, he has the ability to make money, who doesn't admire it?
"What kind of thing are you......" Fang Weiwei was so angry that she lost her mind, and shouted loudly regardless of decency.
"You eat these candles clean, and the bottle of wine is yours. Chu Ling said.
In a word, the banknote ability is beginning to show its might!
"I'm going to go! Tyrant, I want to eat candles too!"
"I can eat all three!"
"How do you compare with me, I can eat candles for three meals a day!
The crowd was eager to grab the candle and eat it up.
"Get out of here, this candle is mine, no one is allowed to rob me!"
Fang Weiwei pushed everyone away, her eyes lit up, $3.5 million, that's a huge amount of money!
Since leaving Su Ran's father, she has spent all her money in a short time, and she has not hooked up with a rich person, so she can only live a tight life.
She is no longer young, and can only target those old rich people, but these rich old men, all as good as monkeys, did not fall for her.
They are only willing to spend a small amount of money, thousands or tens of thousands of yuan, and she has a Spring Festival.
No one wants to keep a woman who is about to grow old.
She can't earn money, so she can only fall into the dust, doing the work of a secret prostitute, barely making ends meet.
Now she can get this bottle of wine and sell it for $3.5 million, and she'll send it!
From now on, the little white face of the luxury car villa will no longer have to eat the wilted neck of those old turtles!
Fang Weiwei didn't care about face, and she didn't care about the group of people around her, took off her high heels, pulled up her skirt, squatted down, grabbed the candle on the ground and put it in her mouth.
The people around looked envious, especially those women who were dressed exquisitely, where are they eating candles, they are simply eating dollars!
Every bite is hundreds of thousands of dollars!
How much salty geoduck those women ate, and they didn't get tens of thousands of dollars, this candle is worth it!
Only the man with thinning hair felt embarrassed, walked to the front desk to check out and left, and no longer paid attention to Fang Weiwei.
She gulped down the severed candles, which were mostly made of paraffin wax and tasted so bad that they were hard to swallow.
The candle filled her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it directly, but it was too big, so she subconsciously chewed it a few times.
It's okay if you don't chew it, but when you chew it, the taste is extremely unpalatable, and your throat is sick to your stomach.
Hold on! Hold back! It's all dollars, and you can't spit it out.
Fang Weiwei clenched her fists and told herself.
But the natural physiological reaction made her unable to bear it, and with a whoa, all the candles spit out.
Looking at the saliva-stained candles, she felt a pang of nausea in her throat.
My $3.5 million! My luxury car villa little white face! Oh my God!
She fell to her knees in despair.
If it weren't too disgusting, she would have liked to pick up this puddle from the ground and put it in her mouth!
Losing face, Fang Weiwei couldn't stay any longer, put on her high heels and left the restaurant.
Everyone regretted that this was a candle worth $3.5 million! What a waste, if I had eaten it all, there would not be even a single dregs left.
"Sir, do you want to enjoy this bottle of wine now?" asked Manager Zhang respectfully.
"Enjoy!" a hostile voice came from the doorway.
Everyone looked at it, and there were about a dozen people standing outside the door, all holding baseball bats in their hands, fierce and murderous.
I lost it, this aunt's phone shakes people very fast! More than a dozen thugs have come in such a short time.
It's a pity that unless she can shake the immortals, how many people will give it for nothing!
After all, he is a first-level god with five points of combat power, and it is not a problem to single-handedly pick up an army of 100,000, and it is even easier to crush these little hooligans.
One person has a handful of red hair on his head, a tattoo on his arm, a cigarette in his mouth, wearing leggings, a thin little body, and a few ribs can be seen through a tight small T-shirt.
"Sir, no smoking is allowed here. Manager Zhang politely dissuaded him, hoping that he could be a good citizen who supported the ban on smoking in public.
However, the red hair didn't seem to like the topic of smoking bans, shook his hand and gave him a heavy slap, scolding: "Lao Tzu just wants to smoke, what can you do?"
Manager Zhang is good at wine tasting, but not good at dealing with hooligans, so he covered his face aggrievedly.
The guests of the restaurant saw that this group of guys was not good, so they hid in the distance to watch the play, and no one dared to approach.
Chu Ling got up, shook his hand and gave Hongmao a slap, which could easily push away a BMW of dozens of tons.
hit Hongmao in the face, and immediately made him fly more than ten meters away, his cheeks were swollen ten centimeters high, and he spit out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood.
"Why did you hit me? My mother never hit me!" the red hair screamed in pain, and got up and said angrily.
"Who told you to smoke without smoking Huazi, what kind of miscellaneous cigarette is this, and it deserves to be smoked in front of me?"
"I specially smoked the Ninety-Five Supreme, you are not mistaken, it is not more expensive than Huazi!" The red hair covered his fat pig's face, looking aggrieved.
"Boss, I see that this guy is deliberately finding fault with you, you see that I smoked the Yellow Crane Tower, not Huazi, he didn't beat me, only you!" said a little brother next to him in Hongmao's ear.
In these years, there are still people who feel uncomfortable without being beaten, and it seems that they can only fulfill him.
Chu Ling raised his hand high, slapped the mouthy little brother twenty meters away, and sent him directly out of the restaurant.
"Fuck this guy bullies Lao Qi, everyone give it to me, kill him turtle grandson!"
As soon as the red hair gave an order, a dozen or so strong men raised their baseball bats and rushed over.
So many people were sent to die together, what a spectacular scene!
Chu Ling smiled and smashed the baseball bat in the hand of a strong man with one punch, and the stick split into pieces!
Then, he picked up the strong man and kicked it away, and his whole body flew four or five meters high, directly into the ceiling.
When the other dozen or so people saw this scene, they were stunned with fright, holding sticks, and they were in a dilemma for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing.
"Come here!" Chu Ling clasped his arms in front of his chest and hooked his fingers at them.