Seeing the expensive bottles of wine placed on the booth, the onlookers burst into another rumbling of discussion.

"Dear friends at the scene, let us welcome Mr. Yang!"

The DJ on the stage also shouted at the top of his lungs at this time.

People who are numbed by alcohol are most likely to be encouraged. Under the roar of the DJ, all the men and women on the dance floor began to shout Young Master Yang.

"Young Master Yang! Young Master Yang! Young Master Yang!"

As the shouts came, the smile on Yang Shaomin's face became more and more proud and confident.

His eyes swept across the crazy crowd around him, and a trace of obvious disdain flashed in his eyes.

As the eldest son of the Yang family, he naturally would not lose face at this time.

Moreover, the beauty is on his side, and he needs to do his best to leave a tall, rich and handsome impression on the beauty beside him!

Wave again to call the bartender.

"Mr. Yang, what are your instructions?"

"Put two beer for everyone, and I'm going to account!"

Young Master Yang waved his hand and said.

The bartender showed joy when he heard this and quickly flattered him: "Young Master Yang! Young Master Yang is mighty!"

"Go, go."

Young Master Yang nodded and said.

After the bartender left, the DJ on the stage shouted again: "Mr. Yang invites everyone to drink tonight! Two beer per table!"

"Let us all respect Mr. Yang!"

As he said that, he took the lead in picking up the wine glass and hit Yang Shaomin in a distance.

The crowd was completely crazy, and they picked up their wine glasses and signaled to Yang Shaomin, shouting the words "Young Master".

The consumption at Heijin Bar is indeed not low, the price of two beers is 3,000 yuan!

The bar is full, and the number of tables present is probably not less than two hundred!

Just one table and two beer will cost 600,000!

"I thought this kid was going to play with a big game, but I didn't expect that there were only two beers?"

In the box No. 2 of Tianzi, Li Tianyuan muttered disdainfully.

Two beer can make most of the people present call Yang Shaomin's name, but it cannot make anyone like Li Tianyuan express it.

They are not the ones who are short of money. They may even be richer than Yang Shaomin, so how can they change their attitude because of two beers?

"It seems that Mr. Yang, you are really rich."

Wang Mengmeng took a sip of watermelon juice and said with a smile.

Yang Shaomin put down his wine glass, looked at Wang Mengmeng and said, "Beauty, you have been saying this. It seems that you are very interested in my money?"

"If you are really interested, why don't we find a quiet place to communicate well later?"

Hearing this, Yuqing's face darkened, and her cold eyes instantly locked in Yang Shaomin.

"I'm a very good interest in money, and I'm a more interesting person to drink."

Wang Mengmeng smiled and continued, "I wonder how much Mr. Yang can drink?"

"Haha, beautiful girl, you're just joking!"

"It's not me, Yang Shaomin, who brags, just beauties, I can drink you ten or eight!"

Yang Shaomin patted his chest and said.

Wang Mengmeng deliberately looked surprised, and she turned to look at Yuqing, "Yuqing, Young Master Yang has such a good alcohol tolerance, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of death."

Yuqing glanced at Yang Shaomin and said.
Chapter completed!