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Chapter 143 All Expenses Paid by Young Master Zhuo
"Mr. Zhuo, the customer in booth number one has ordered another bottle, would you like to take a look..."

As the head waiter, he certainly hoped the guests would be friendly and harmonious, but there was nothing he could do because he had bought too much alcohol at once.

The sales figures from this one night could cover many days' worth of work. A deep voice inside kept pleading for Zhuo Tong to keep going.

Therefore, his face showed both hesitation and anticipation.

Zhuo Tong sighed.

Is the person in booth number one rich or poor? If you're really rich, why do you only order one bottle at a time? You're so stingy.

"Forget it, I don't want to waste my time with him."

Zhuo Tong looked at the foreman, about to speak, when the system panel appeared before his eyes:

[After your first in-depth interaction with "Pan Yi," you received a 1.5x cashback bonus over three hours. Reward received—]

[Skull Gold Farming Server (Auto-Play Version): Automatically farms gold for you, with daily earnings updated at noon. Valid for 30 days.]

What the hell?

If the "strong insertion card" I received during my first in-depth interaction with Bai Wei felt a bit like the concept god series in contemporary internet short videos.

The sudden appearance of this skeleton-themed gold-farming service gives the impression of a stark contrast to a seemingly serious, balding, fifty-year-old history teacher in high school who actually spends his days watching the latest isekai (another world) anime on Bilibili.

After reading the description, Zhuo Tong immediately understood the usage of "Skull Gold Farm".

On the surface, it looks like one of those browser ads that suddenly pops up, with three skulls dancing on it and Xu Song's song "Once Upon a Time" playing in the background, and you can't find where to close it at all.

Simply put, starting now, every day at noon, a cash amount of varying value will be deposited into your account.

As for why the amount is not fixed, that depends on the drop rate of skeletons.

When the drop rate becomes really high, maybe it will be a lot of money?
Since it's fully automatic, there's no need to worry about it much; just wait for the money to come in.

So Zhuo Tong composed himself and then said to the bar manager:

"Never mind him. Have someone announce that I will pay for all expenses for the next three hours."

Seeing Zhou Mingyuan's dumbfounded expression, Zhuo Tong shrugged:

"After all, I can't guarantee that everyone will like to drink Noble. What if someone prefers Corona beer or Hennessy brandy?"

"Also, the singers who performed well tonight, including the musicians, each received a tip of ten thousand, which will all be on my tab."

If the initial determination to stand up to the number one booth was to stand up for the new friends I'd hit it off with that night, it was also for Zhuo Tong's own sense of pride.

So now, the act of paying the entire bill is simply because I'm too lazy to keep wasting time with him.

After all, the fact that he only added one bottle of premium liquor at a time shows that this person is rich, but not very rich, which is why he didn't dare to add the maximum amount at once.

If he dared to clear out all the hundreds of bottles in stock, Zhuo Tong might even praise him for his ability.

Upon hearing this, the supervisor asked twice in disbelief to confirm, and only when Zhuo Tong's face showed impatience did he hurriedly notify her through the earpiece:

"Stop the music!"

The singers and musicians who were passionately performing "Glorious Years" on stage were completely bewildered when they suddenly received a notification from other staff members to stop.

But upon hearing that there was a tip of 10,000 yuan, they all beamed with joy again.

I work to earn money, and now that I'm getting something for free, I'm not going to pass it up. I have to praise the boss for being so generous!

The stage manager, barely containing his excitement, jumped onto the stage, took the microphone from the singer, and stammered:

"Just now, Mr. Zhuo, who lives in booth number 24 in the corner of the bar, told me that he will be paying for the next three hours!"

"Holy crap, Young Master Zhuo is awesome!"

"Thank you, Young Master Zhuo!" Everyone looked at Zhuo Tong, secretly relieved that they had come to the right place tonight.

Not only did I get to eat the gossip, but I also got to drink for free—it was incredibly awesome!

Keep in mind that this is a livehouse in Shenzhen. Even if you buy a basic group-buying package on a less popular review site, it will still cost a lot of money.

Who wouldn't be excited to hear that expensive drinks are available for everyone to drink?

After the foreman returned the microphone to the singer, the group became incredibly energetic and sang even more enthusiastically.

Passersby in the audience were also caught up in the atmosphere and started celebrating.

Bottle after bottle of liquor was brought to the table, and the process of opening, spraying, and emptying the bottles was repeated over and over again.

Especially the waiters, their mouths were practically crooked from smiling.

You should know that they get a commission for every bottle of wine.

Amidst this revelry, only Zhuo Tong covered his face in helplessness, regretting that he shouldn't have answered the foreman with his surname.

What era are we living in? If you're going to call someone, just call them Brother Zhuo. If that's not possible, Mr. Zhuo is fine too.

But you just happened to be talking about Young Master Zhuo, and those who were egging him on started shouting too. Even though they weren't exactly thin-skinned, they were still so embarrassed they got goosebumps.

"Hehe, Young Master Zhuo is awesome. Let's toast Young Master Zhuo too."

Aze jokingly egged everyone on, refilling their glasses and then they all drank it down together.

"This nickname is only for tonight, otherwise I'll have to turn against you later."

"Okay, okay, tonight only!"

Seeing Zhuo Tong's generosity, Tang Zai and Yang Feng's last bit of concern vanished.

They were all in business, and inevitably had some snobbishness, so they didn't quite believe in Zhuo Tong's abilities at first, only doing so because of Zhou Mingyuan.

Now I'm completely convinced.

If Zhuo Tong really did order an extra bottle from that booth number one, I might even look down on him for being so indecisive.

"That idiot in booth number one must be dumbfounded now, right? He thought we were easy to bully, but he didn't expect to kick a steel plate like Young Master Zhuo?"

Aze laughed wildly, his emotions reaching a fever pitch under the influence of alcohol.

The others were also slightly tipsy, but they didn't show it as obviously as he did, though they couldn't suppress the smiles on their faces.

Su Momo's eyes were practically burning with rage as she looked at Zhuo Tong.

"In terms of personality, appearance, wealth, and vision, isn't Zhuo Tong superior to other men in every way?"

“Aze is broke, Yang Feng and Tang Zai are too boring, and Lao Zhou is too steady and lacks ambition.”

She stole a glance at her best friend Pan Yi, who was silent at the moment, holding her wine glass with both hands, her two restless index fingers rubbing back and forth on the glass.

Her expression was frighteningly calm, as if she were neither drunk nor had any reaction to what had just happened.

Even when no one was drinking with him, Aze kept drinking one cup after another on his own.
"That was so satisfying! I really want to see what kind of expression that guy in booth number one has on his face right now."

"Hey, tell me, who exactly is that guy?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a somewhat familiar, frivolous, and hoarse male voice, tainted by years of smoking and drinking, suddenly rang out:

"President Zhou? I really didn't expect it to be you?"

(End of this chapter)