Yang Yaozong stared blankly at him and then looked at the check in his hand, exclaiming, "Holy shit, old drunkard, I just wanted you to get lost quickly, but you actually gave it!"
Lu Zhengchen laughed smugly twice, "You didn't see that coming, did you?"
Yang Yaozong didn't bother being polite with him and put the check away, chuckling, "Alright, since you insist on drinking, considering this 100,000 yuan favor, I'll sell you a glass and let you taste this world-class extraordinary wine that no other can match!"
"No other wine in the world can match?"
Hearing Yang Yaozong's exaggerated description, Lu Zhengchen raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Come on, Old Yang, aren't you exaggerating a bit?"
Yang Yaozong didn't argue with him but simply said, "The proof of the pudding is in the eating! Come on in, close the door, and let's properly savor this top-notch wine. I guarantee that after you drink it, you'll never forget it!"