Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

Sun Yiwei was so excited that his face turned red, and he felt as if his life had reached its peak at this moment.

However, no matter how delicious a glass of red wine is, it will be finished very quickly.

"Sun Ban, how about six more bottles? We haven't had enough yet!"

"Yes!"

"One more drink, please!"

This time, Wang Xingyu didn't even need to mention it; the other classmates all started shouting.

"Classmates, let's forget about it. This wine is too expensive. Although our CEO Sun is very wealthy, even twelve bottles of wine are probably beyond his means."

A male classmate who was on good terms with Sun Yiwei stood up and called out.

A female classmate said, "A billionaire can't afford twelve bottles of red wine? Aren't you underestimating our CEO, Mr. Sun?"

Another female classmate chimed in, "Exactly! Mr. Sun, tell me, you're not really short of money to treat us to drinks, are you?"

Being looked down upon by two female classmates, how could that be tolerated?

Sun Yiwei, who was clearly drunk, slammed his hand on the table and said, "Six bottles of Roman Conti are nothing! Bring twelve more bottles! Let's all drink to our hearts' content today!"

"good..."

"Slap slap slap"

There was thunderous applause.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately reached its peak.

Soon, the waiter brought out twelve bottles of red wine.

Chu Shun asked softly, "Old Wang, how much is this bottle of Romanée-Conti?"

Wang Xingyu said, "It seems to be 150,000."

Chu Shun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he exclaimed, "Eighteen bottles would cost two million seven hundred thousand!"

Wang Xingyu nodded and said, "Including the liquor and food, it's about three million."

Chu Shun frowned and said, "Old Wang, aren't we going a bit too far? This is enough to buy a house."

Wang Xingyu said helplessly, "I just wanted to give Sun Yiwei a little punishment, to make him spend a little over a million yuan and that would be it. Who would have thought he was so concerned about his image? Just a few words from two female classmates and he went completely overboard. Twelve bottles in one go, how dare he even say that?"

In fact, Wang Xingyu had already figured it out from Sun Yiwei's face: this guy's assets were no more than ten million, and he would be lucky to have five million in cash.

Although Sun Yiwei is a bit vain and has a grudge against Wang Xingyu, they are classmates after all.

What's more, this guy has a positive causal value; he once donated equipment worth two or three hundred thousand to a medical charity.

Wang Xingyu didn't want to go bankrupt because of a small argument.

Chu Shun asked, "What do we do now?"

When Wang Xingyu saw that the waiter had already opened six bottles, he immediately stood up and said, "Don't open any more."

The waiter stopped and looked at Wang Xingyu.

Wang Xingyu asked, "How much is this bottle of red wine?"

The waiter said, "150,000 RMB."

"Holy crap."

"150,000?"

"This is way too expensive."

Most people at the scene were shocked by the price.

Sun Yiwei broke out in a cold sweat, abruptly stood up, and said, "How can it be so expensive?"

The waiter explained, "Sir, this is our hotel's finest red wine, a rare gem among Romanée-Conti wines."

Sun Yiwei thought the Romanée-Conti here would cost around 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a bottle, but he never expected it to be this expensive. He said, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

Zheng Xirou calmly said, "She didn't lie to you. In Yandu, a bottle of Romanée-Conti costs between 180,000 and 220,000 yuan. This hotel is already selling it very cheaply."

The hall seemed to freeze in place; no one dared to speak.

Everyone turned to look at Sun Yiwei, whose face had turned pale.

That's right, Sun Yiwei had completely sobered up, and his originally flushed cheeks had turned deathly pale.

He couldn't care less about showing off anymore and asked, "Can I return this wine?"

The waiter said, "The six unopened bottles can be returned, but the six opened bottles cannot be returned."

"Then let's return six bottles."

At that moment, Sun Yiwei was very grateful to Wang Xingyu for stopping him in time.

This saved him 900,000 yuan.

The waiter remained polite and said, "Yes, sir."

"etc."

Zheng Xirou spoke up, saying calmly, "Put these six unopened bottles of wine on my tab."

The waiter paused for a moment, then looked at Sun Yiwei.

After all, he was the main character at this drinking party.

Sun Yiwei really wanted to say that he would pay for it himself, but he simply didn't have the means.

Wang Xingyu was right; Sun Yiwei only had a little over three million yuan, most of which was tied up in goods.

This guy's family background can only be described as slightly above average. He has achieved what he has today through his own hard work, which is no easy feat.

To a large extent, his habit of showing off, comparing himself to others, and flaunting his achievements is actually a manifestation of a severe lack of self-confidence and a desire for external recognition.

Wang Xingyu didn't want the gathering to be awkward, so he stood up and said, "Zheng Xirou, you came all the way from Yandu to Xingyun to attend this gathering, so I can't let you spend money. Classmates, after all, I was your class monitor for a year. I can't let Lao Sun (Wang Xingyu) monopolize this kind of treat. How about this, these six bottles of red wine are on me. But I have one request..."

Ye Kailang immediately switched to playing the straight man and asked, "What are your requirements?"

Wang Xingyu shouted, "It's very simple. Everyone must drink, play games, sing, and drink until they're completely drunk!"

"it is good."

Ye Kailang suddenly stood up and said, "Brothers and sisters, let's get hyped!"

Under the influence of the two brothers, the previously suffocating atmosphere became lively again.

They finally understood that Sun Yiwei might be a successful person, but not as successful as they had imagined.

The real big shot should be Wang Xingyu.

Nine hundred thousand can be spent in a flash, without even a change in expression.

Sun Yiwei was well aware that he had lost a lot of face, but he also knew that he couldn't blame Wang Xingyu and should even thank him.

If Wang Xingyu hadn't saved the day, I probably would have had to spend an extra 900,000 yuan, and the class reunion would have ended in a very unpleasant way.

In the end, he will become a laughing stock for failing to show off.

"Old Wang, you've gone to so much trouble."

Sun Yiwei picked up his wine glass, a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

Wang Xingyu clinked glasses with him, took a sip of red wine, and said, "You've been running your business for six years, why are you still so concerned about saving face?"

Sun Yiwei said with a wry smile, "I'm ashamed. Old Wang, nine hundred thousand is no small sum, you..."

"There's no need to worry about him."

Seeing the two turn from enemies to friends, Chu Shun smiled and said, "This guy has already achieved financial freedom. Not to mention anything else, the car he and his wife drive alone is worth nearly ten million."

Sun Yiwei asked in surprise, "Are clinics that profitable?"

Wang Xingyu said, "That depends on your medical skills. If you can cure diseases that even big hospitals can't, making money will be a piece of cake. For example, if you're a billionaire with a serious illness, and only I can cure you, and I need a billion for treatment, would you pay me?"

Sun Yiwei replied without hesitation, "I will give you all of the two billion."

Wang Xingyu laughed and said, "I'm doing this now. It's like selling antiques; you might not make a sale for three years, but once you do, you can live off it for three years."

Sun Yiwei asked, "Your medical skills have become this advanced?"

Wang Xingyu said confidently, "I should be able to wear the title of the world's number one internist."

Sun Yiwei was at a loss for words.