A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 113 The Dumbstruck Qius

"What... What do you want?"

As they were being surrounded by the mass of heavily built guards, the Qius turned pale. They started

to panic and held the bottles of wine in front of their bodies, as if they were going to use the bottles to

defend themselves.

"What do we want? Nothing much."

"Either you settle your bill, or we call the police."

"In conclusion, if you don't pay up, none of you will be allowed to leave."

Clearly, Mr. Wang had blown his top.

Originally, he had not wanted to carry things too far. After all, the Qius were Ye Fan's relatives. But who

would have thought that the Qius would be so arrogant. Especially that woman who had acted so

unreasonably and called him a "wretch."

Mr. Wang was a somebody after all, so he was not going to stand for such insults from the Qius. It was

only natural for him to get angry.

"Wen... Wen-Fei, what are we going to do?" Wang Qiao-Yu asked nervously. She was afraid of getting

beat up.

The Qius had all turned as white as sheet. Besides panic, they also felt shame.

Because, at this very moment, many onlookers were using their phones to record the spectacle

happening in the hotel lobby. Good grief! If this incident made its way onto the internet, they would

surely become net celebrities the very next day.

"Wen-Fei, don't fight with them. Just settle the bill." Qiu Guang felt really embarrassed, so he tried to

persuade Chu Wen-Fei to resolve the problem with money.

But Qiu Mu-Ying opposed the suggestion. She did not mind spending the money, but she did mind

losing face.

Tonight's banquet was supposed to be an opportunity for her husband to showcase his clout with the

Shens. If they paid up now, then what would become the point of this banquet?

And that was why, despite having been slapped, she continued to scream in rage: "You bastard!"

"You wretched thing! How dare you hit me?”

"You are finished!"

"Where is your boss? I want to see your boss!"

"You just wait. You are getting fired first thing tomorrow!"

Qiu Mu-Ying kept on screaming like a crazy person.

When Mr. Wang heard this, he broke out in a smile. "You want to see my boss? Do you think you are

worthy enough?"

"Let me tell you again. Either you pay up, or I call the police!"

The manager sneered and took out his phone. He was getting ready to dial 110.

"Wen-Fei, forget it. Just settle the bill. It is going to be really embarrassing if we get ourselves thrown in

jail." The Qius were a family of businessmen, so they were afraid of losing face.

Chu Wen-Fei also shared the same concern. If he really got himself arrested, his father would definitely

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Finally, Chu Wen-Fei gave in and went to settle his bill.

"It is my misfortune to run into a manager as ignorant as you."

"But just you wait. Once your boss finds out about this, you are going to be in big trouble!" With a

sombre expression on his face, Chu Wen-Fei glared at Mr. Wang. And then he went to the front desk to

settle his bill.

"Tell me! How much do I owe you!

"Do you really think I can't afford to pay my bill?"

Chu Wen-Fei threw his bank card at the front desk, where it landed with a piak sound.

"Sir, after the discount, the amount due for the private room, the set meals, the alcoholic beverages..."

"Comes to a total of 3680000."

When he saw the number on the bill, Chu Wen-Fei let out a mocking laugh. "Heh, I thought it would

cost much more than this. Since you people were so upset about it. But it is only a little more than thirty

thousand? There is forty thousand in my card. Go on, swipe it," Chu Wen-Fei said disdainfully. As he

was talking, he dangled a cigarette from one hand in an attempt to look cool.

"Sir, please take a closer look. The amount is not thirty thousand but three million, six hundred and

eighty thousand."

What... What... What?

Three million, six hundred and eighty thousand?

Chu Wen-Fei was dumbfounded. The moment he heard "three million, six hundred and eighty

thousand," he sobered up immediately.

He stared with bulging eyes. Just then, he was so frightened that he lost his grip on the cigarette. It fell

from his hand and landed on the floor.

"Shit!"

"Have you made a mistake?"

"Three freaking million?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

Chu Wen-Fei almost went crazy.

He had assumed that the cost of the banquet would be around several dozen thousand, or several

hundred thousand at most. He had never imagined that it would cost him millions just to have a meal.

"Screw you!"

"Do you take me for a squanderer?"

"Three million? Out of the question!"

"This is a scam!"

Chu Wen-Fei flew into a rage right away, and he started lashing out at the hotel employees.

But Mr. Wang kept his composure. He gave a snort and spoke to one of his subordinates. "Liu, print out

an itemized receipt and show it to this gentleman. Make sure each expense that he has incurred is

shown clearly on the receipt. We don't want him accusing us of cheating our customers, do we?"

A moment later, as per the manager's order, the receptionist handed an itemized receipt to Chu Wen-

Fei.

As Chu Wen-Fei looked through the items on the receipt, his face turned green with horror. "Did... did

we order so many dishes?"

"What? Even now, you are still trying to deny that you ordered these dishes? The Manchu-Han Imperial

Feast alone costs several hundred thousand per table. And you asked for the premium package. Two

tables to boot! All that comes to nearly a million. And the wines you all ordered were collectibles. The

most expensive bottle on the list is the Chateau Lafite. It costs three hundred and twenty thousand."

"Don't you have any idea how many bottles of wine you and your family have drunk?”

"Also, each of you has removed two bottles of wine from the room before leaving. That old lady over

there is carrying two bottles of expensive wine. That Niulanshan 1949 alone costs more than fifty

thousand. And that Fei Tian Maotai happens to be the cheapest bottle you people are holding."

"I have been working as a hotel manager for many years, but this is the first time I have met such

oddball characters like you people! After eating and drinking your fill, you people actually tried to take

home two bottles of wine each!"

"Do you really think our money grows on trees? And you even want us to comp your meals? Stop

dreaming!"

Mr. Wang was driven to rage by the Qius' antics. Now he understood why this family had ate and drunk

without restraint. They had been hoping to get their meals comped.

"Absolutely shameless!"

Mr. Wang scolded coldly.

The Qius blushed. They knew they were in the wrong, so they dared not talk back.

"Wen-Fei, forget it. Just pay up."

"We had so many expensive wines, so it is not unexpected for our dinner to cost two or three million."

Qiu Guang and company wanted Chu Wen-Fei to hurry up and settle the bill. The Qius felt too

embarrassed to continue standing in the hotel lobby.

As for the three million bill, was it too

costly?

Of course it was. But the Qius did not mind because Chu Wen-Fei was the one footing the bill.

Wang Qiao-Yu and Qiu Mu-Ying also wanted to resolve this issue peacefully. They could always come

back later to settle the score with the manager.

"That's right. What are you getting angry about? Our Wen-Fei is from a wealthy family. He has money

to spare. And he can certainly afford a measly two or three million."

"Wen-Fei, take out your money and throw it in their stupid faces," urged Jiang Hong.

Screw your stupid face!

Chu Wen-Fei almost burst into tears. Just then, he was so angry that he wished he could just kick the

Qius to death.

Only two or three million? It is easy enough for you bastards to say.

If you think that kind of money is easy to come by, then go settle the bill yourself!

Chu Wen-Fei only had around a dozen thousand on him at the moment. And even if he dug up his

savings, he would only be able to come up with half a million. It was not even enough to round off the

amount he owed. He simply could not afford to pay his bill.

"Wen-Fei, stop daydreaming."

"Go settle the bill now. We want to go home."

"It is really humiliating for our family to be stuck here like this." Jiang Hong prodded Chu Wen-Fei

urgently. At this moment, she was still cradling two bottles of red wine in her arms. And as the

surrounding crowd continued to point fingers at her and her family, take their pictures and record their

spectacle in the lobby, she grew even more anxious to leave.

"You shut your freaking mouth right now!" "You think three million is a small amount?

How the hell am I going to come up with so much money?"

"All of us ate the food, so we should all share the cost of dinner. I only have half a million on me. You

people have to come up with the remaining three million."

"You are behaving like bandits! You had so much wine during dinner and, yet, you even tried to take

some more home with you? Why didn't you try to bring the whole hotel home with you?"

Chu Wen-Fei was now openly lashing out at the Qius. He no longer cared about his reputation. After

all, three million was a lot of money.

Qiu Guang, Jiang Hong and the other Qius were all dumbstruck, and they looked like they had just

eaten dirt. "Wen... Wen-Fei, what are you saying?"

"You said you would treat us to dinner. So how can you ask us to pay?"

And it was a three million bill!

Even if the Qius sold Qiushui Logistics, they would only get less than ten million for it.

Clearly, the Qius could not afford to pay for dinner as well.