"120,000 a bottle!"
Producer Yang's eyelids twitched furiously as he faced the exorbitantly priced red wine, as if he had swallowed a fly, nearly making him spit blood from anger!
Fuck, I was just talking big, do you really take me for a big shot?!
Producer Yang's frustration peaked in his heart; he had toiled for twenty years to amass a fortune of tens of millions, yet now he had spent 1.56 million just on some red wine!
Besides, Ye Feng had only asked for three bottles, and it was he who couldn't keep his mouth shut, requesting ten more bottles!
Such a trap!
With 1.56 million, he could buy an apartment and keep several mistresses!
But now...
Feeling the weird glances from everyone around him, Producer Yang knew that if he returned the red wine, he would definitely become a laughingstock to these people, and even in the future, he would become a joke in the entertainment industry!
He glared resentfully at Ye Feng, then, gritting his teeth, chose not to return the red wine!
