"Mr. Oreo..."

Angelil said cautiously, "You're very different today than usual. ”

This sentence immediately blocked Oreo's tirade, and the philistine's eyes gradually returned to him.

He threw Angelyl's bag onto the table with a dull sound.

"Angely, it's your money."

"But ......"

Angelyl wanted to say something, but Oreo interrupted her, "We're friends. ”

"But..."

Angelyl still had that expression of wanting to speak, she thought for a while, and still pushed the money over.

"It's like I owe you money for training."

"Your mother pays for that."

Oreo shook his head and pushed the money back again.

Angelyl hesitated for a moment and whispered.

"That's... Mr. Oreo, may I keep my money with you? ”

“......”

This sentence clearly represents something more, so Oreo didn't answer her in the first place.

"Sir, creamy chicken mushroom soup."

The waitress interrupted their conversation, bringing up two delicate little bowls, with towels covering their hands, apparently to insulate them.

Lifting the lid, Oreo sniffed the fragrance and frowned.

"Cuarón's craftsmanship is much better than his."

Angelyl took a small sip and tasted it, but she thought it tasted good.

In this case, the manservant named Caron is very good at cooking.

The speed of serving food gradually increased, and seeing Angelyl gobbling up, Oreo smiled, grabbed the bottle, took a sip of wine without hesitation, and then looked back at the traffic outside the window.

Turin, Turin, heaven and hell.

At this moment, I may be in heaven in this proverb.

How many years have you not been to such a place?

Two years? Or three years?

The dishes soon filled the table, the wine grew stronger, and Oreo's eyes began to blur.

The streamer outside the window reminded him of a day when another person sat across the table.

But where is the man at this time......

A shrill voice pulled Oreo out of his memory, sounding so mean that I don't know if it was intentional or if it was meant to be.

"Angelil, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Oreo withdrew his gaze and looked at the person, who was a noble lady dressed in red, domineering, like a blooming rose.

He vaguely knew who she was.

Angelil quickly swallowed the abalone in her mouth and whispered hello.

"Miss Olivia."

Olivia didn't expect to meet this pariah here, she squinted at Oreo, a poor sour man who was extremely obscene, and Angelyl could only be worthy of this kind of man.

"Huh."

She snorted coldly and sat down at the table behind Angelil.

"Angelil,"

Oreo's wine grew stronger, and he narrowed his eyes and said without hesitation.

"Is this your competitor, it looks like you have a good chance of winning."

"Mr. Oreo,"

Worried that Olivia would hear, Angelil whispered a warning, "Why are you saying this...... Are you drunk. ”

"Maybe."

Oreo smiled again, picked up the bottle of the 182-year-old Ocassim salute, and drank it down.

Instead of waiting for the revenge that the noble lady had expected, the waiter's eyes made him a little unhappy, and they kept staring at them in the corner, as if they doubted whether they could afford to pay.

At the thought of this, Oreo became upset, and he snapped his fingers again.

"Another bottle of Okasim Salute."

The waitress from earlier walked briskly, and when she heard Oreo's request, she glanced in a certain direction, and then said in a nutshell.

"Sir...... You've got the last bottle to drink. ”

"Oh,"

Oreo shook the bottle, "Then a 192-year-old bottle." ”

The waitress looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... Our store is gone, too. ”

Oreo narrowed his eyes and placed the bottle heavily on the table.

Up to this point, his tone was still kind.

"Then miss, do you have any other red wine in the store?"

The waitress shook her head with difficulty, as if an invisible hand was forcing her to do so.

Angelyl also saw something unusual, she wiped the corners of her mouth with a hand towel, sat upright, and did not make a sound.

"Oh?"

Oreo lowered his head and slowly spread out the cloth bag on the table, a thousand gold coins shining in the light.

He glanced at the table and said quickly.

"This table is a maximum of six hundred gold coins, plus a bottle of 182-year-old Ocassim salute, and it is only eight hundred gold coins. So, miss, is this 1,000 gold coins not enough to pay your bill? ”

Seeing that the waiter was in trouble, the lobby manager walked over quickly.

He reprimanded the waiter twice, and then said apologetically and politely.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have run out of drinks because of the festival. As for the reason for leaving early...... It's ridiculous to say, the lobby floor on the first floor has collapsed a large piece by the guest just now, and it needs to be renovated, and the store will open tomorrow, and the time is pressing, so please ...... excuse me."

The lobby manager duly cried in, believing that Oreo had understood what he meant.

Oreo glanced at the hall, strange to say, I don't know when the guests in the hall gradually left, and no new guests came in.

I think of the strange eyes of the surrounding service gods......

He twisted his neck, looking puzzled.

"It won't take much time to drink a bottle of wine, and besides, you can decorate yours."

The lobby manager continued to laugh.

"I was worried that the smoke would choke you, so I ......"

Oreo shook his head.

"I don't care about that, I just need a bottle of wine."

The lobby manager spread his hands.

"But sir, the drinks are really sold out."

Oreo shook his head firmly.

"I don't believe it."

The smile on the lobby manager's face gradually faded, and three or two tall and thin waiters walked over, their eyes unkind.

After that, Olivia's caustic voice rang out again.

"Wayne, don't talk to them so much, they just don't want to pay."

Oreo glanced down at the gold coins on the table, and then at the menacing Olivia.

Olivia said commandingly.

"I opened this shop, and now I want to ask you to take your money and get out of here."

Angelyl cowered by the window, like a frightened rabbit.

Oreo slowly fastened the mouth of the cloth bag on the table, and said in a strange way.

"Six hundred gold coins is not a small amount, and it is good to eat for free."

Seeing that he was about to get up and leave, Wayne motioned for a few attendants to get out of the way for them.

But get out of the way, their eyes never left Angelil.

Oreo staggered to his feet and pulled his cane from his waist.

However, instead of using it to support himself to move, he pointed it at Olivia's head.