After Jiang Xiaohan left.
The man then pushed the drinks cart into the private room where Chen Mo and the others were.
"Sir, madam, thank you for waiting. Here is the specially selected selection of drinks for you," the man said, placing all the drinks on the coffee table in front of Chen Mo and the others.
Chen Mo glanced at the drinks: there was whiskey, Remy Martin, and various other liquors in exquisitely designed bottles.
"Huh? Isn't this the Romanee-Conti we drank before? Six bottles again!" Xu Yong exclaimed in confusion upon seeing the drinks on the table.
When he heard they were drinking Romanee-Conti today, Xu Yong had paid special attention to the bottle's design and even took a photo, intending to show it off to his friends later.
However, he was puzzled to see Romanee-Conti appearing again, and six bottles at that!
The six bottles of Romanee-Conti at the aerial restaurant earlier had cost six hundred thousand!
Thinking of this, Xu Yong was about to ask a question.
However, at that very moment, the man had already swiftly opened all the drinks!
"Heavens, why are all these drinks opened! How can we possibly drink so much alcohol," one of the female classmates said in surprise.
"Sir, madam, we are required to open all drinks for our guests, and red wine needs to be decanted," the man explained.
"Decanted? Only newly vintage wines, which are acidic, need decanting. These six bottles of Romanee-Conti are five years old, why would they need decanting?" Chen Mo suddenly asked.
The man froze, surprised that the other party understood such matters.
He then explained, "Is that so? These are five-year-old wines? I might have misremembered. Please enjoy, I'll be leaving now. Feel free to call me if you need anything."
With that, the man turned to leave.
"Stop," Chen Mo's voice suddenly rang out.
"Sir, is there anything else?" the man stopped and turned to ask.
Chen Mo pointed to the drinks in front of them: "These drinks aren't cheap, are they?"
The man replied, "They're alright. I heard you are quite wealthy, so this should be a drop in the bucket for you."
Chen Mo sneered, "It seems you know me quite well."
The man smiled, "Sir, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Chen Mo, however, pointed to the drinks before them: "We haven't touched any of these drinks yet, so please replace all of them."
The man shook his head apologetically, "Sir, I'm truly sorry, but once our drinks are opened, we cannot accept returns or exchanges. So, please enjoy them."
Hearing the man's reply, Chen Mo suddenly smiled, "Heh, you will accept a return."
The man's lips curled up in a mocking smile, "Sir, we have never had a case of returning alcohol in our bar, so you should give up on that idea."
"Call your manager over," Chen Mo said.
The man sneered, "Sir, even if our manager comes, he won't be able to process a return for you."
"That's not necessarily true. Now I'll give you two choices: either call your manager over, or I'll beat you until you go find your manager. You choose," Chen Mo's indifferent voice echoed.
"Hahahaha!"
Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, the man finally couldn't help but laugh, "Kid, what did you say? You want to hit me? Do you know where you are? You dare to lay a hand on me."
"Slap!"
Before the man could finish speaking, Chen Mo raised his hand, picked up a bottle of Remy Martin, and smashed it towards the man.
"Ouch!"
The man cried out in pain.
A trickle of blood ran down his forehead, which was now completely covered in blood!
Remy Martin had a high alcohol content, and when it touched the wound on the man's forehead, it almost made the man's face contort with pain.
In an instant, everyone in the private room was stunned.
They had never expected Chen Mo to actually make a move!
"You brat, you, you dare to hit me! You're dead today!" saying this, the man turned to leave.
"Did I let you go?" Chen Mo's voice rang out again.
He smashed another bottle of whiskey at the man's calf.
Liquor spilled all over the floor, making the floor slippery.
"Thump!"
The man instantly fell to the ground.
Chen Mo reached out, picked up a bottle of whiskey, and slowly walked over to the man, "This bottle of wine is very expensive, isn't it?"
The man looked at Chen Mo in terror and remained silent.
"Not talking?" Chen Mo immediately poured the wine out, directly onto the man's head.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the private room.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" the man finally caved. The intense pain made his face almost contort.
"This, this wine is forty thousand per bottle!" the man stammered.
"Forty thousand, and what about these other bottles?" Chen Mo asked.
The man said, "Altogether, altogether over ten million."
Hiss!
At once, all the classmates present gasped in shock!
Li Wanqi couldn't help but say, "You, you're crazy! You ordered such expensive wine for us? Isn't Jiang Xiaohan your girlfriend?"
Hearing Jiang Xiaohan mentioned, everyone looked towards where she had been sitting.
However, Jiang Xiaohan was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Jiang Xiaohan?" Chang Wei asked in confusion.
"She left," Chen Mo said calmly.
Chang Wei immediately jumped up, "Damn it, that bitch came here specifically to set us up!"
The man lying on the ground had also recovered from his shock, "You brat, you dared to hit me, and you ruined so much wine. Today, all of you are dead!"
Upon hearing this, many of the students present showed signs of panic.
"Chen Mo, what, what should we do!" They hadn't expected such a situation and were flustered.
Chen Mo ignored the students around him and looked at the man, "It seems you didn't understand what I said earlier. Since that's the case, I'll have to cripple you first."
Saying this, Chen Mo stomped down.
"Crack!"
The man's hand was directly crushed by Chen Mo's foot.
"Ah!"
The man let out a piercing scream, veins bulging on his forehead.
Looking at his right arm, the man found it completely unresponsive.
The man looked at Chen Mo in terror, realizing that Chen Mo's gaze was now directed at his other arm.
"I, I'll contact your manager right away!" the man quickly said.
However, Chen Mo showed no intention of stopping.
"Crack!"
Another sound of breaking bone echoed.
The man's lips turned pale, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted!
Chen Mo said indifferently, "You didn't cherish the opportunity I gave you earlier. Do you think you're the only one who can contact your manager?"
After speaking, Chen Mo sat back on the sofa and took out his phone.