Chapter 9: Super Rich Second Generation

"Uh..." Even with Shen Mengyu's vast knowledge, her brain couldn't quite process it for a moment. She really didn't expect someone's emotions to change so quickly. Don't they need some time to brew?

The conversation between the two of them wasn't overheard by the others who were shaking the dice cups loudly. After Zhao Ping'an gave her a relaxed look, he casually picked up the two-thirds-empty bottle of French Lafite on the hollowed-out glass table, sat down next to Yang Haoyu with a thud, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Wow, you can really drink. There's hardly anything left from the 8888."

Originally, the few people who were having a great time looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he was talking about. After giving him a disdainful glance, Yang Haoyu said lightly, "A country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world. This is just by the school; otherwise, do you think this kind of wine could even be on the table?"

"Uh? Really?" Zhao Ping'an said expressionlessly, "Didn't you just say that as long as it's my wine, no matter how much there is, you have to finish it?"

"Don't worry, I, Yang Haoyu, have always kept my word. Although the drinks here aren't top-notch, they are still drinkable, and I won't waste your wine. "After a pause, Yang Haoyu shot him a glare and said, "Cheapskate!"

"Oh, no, saying that really hurts my feelings. It's not that I'm afraid of you wasting it; I just saw everyone having such a great time and was worried there wouldn't be enough drinks, so I wanted to ask if you wanted some more?"

"What?" As soon as Zhao Ping'an said this, not only Yang Haoyu but even Sister Hong and the others, including Shen Mengyu, were all dumbfounded.

If it weren't for that look just now, Shen Mengyu would have thought this guy had lost his mind.

"Haha, sure! Same as always, as long as it's on Brother An, I'll drink as much as he wants! "Yang Haoyu laughed heartily, looking at him as if he were an idiot, "Of course, I'm quite picky. I only drink red wine and whiskey. The red wine has to be at least the 2004 Château Lafite Rothschild, and for whiskey, I only drink the 38-year-old Royal Salute."

After saying this, he still showed a disdainful expression. After all, they were classmates in the same department. After four years of interaction, he couldn't say he knew everything about Zhao Ping'an, but he knew for sure that Zhao Ping'an was definitely a poor loser. Everyone had just seen that the bank card had already been returned to the girl. Not to mention whether she would be willing to let him swipe it again, even if he really had no shame and came back for more, it would just.

A guy who lives off others dares to show off in front of me! OK, as you wish. Zhao Ping'an curled the corner of his mouth into a slight arc and waved his hand to call over the waiter.

"Mr. Zhao, hello, how may I assist you? "The one who came was actually a beautiful female supervisor, who respectfully addressed Zhao Ping'an. 

"Mr. Zhao? Just him?" Yang Haoyu almost burst out laughing. 

"Like this," Zhao Ping'an pointed at Yang Haoyu and said nonchalantly, "First, bring this gentleman 10 bottles of 2004 French Lafite, and then 10 bottles of 1938 Royal Salute."

"What? "Yang Haoyu felt like there was something wrong with his ears. He wasn't worried about not being able to finish the wine; he was deeply skeptical about Zhao Ping'an's financial capacity. After all, 10 bottles of 2004 Lafite paired with 10 bottles of 1938 Royal Salute would cost at least 140,000 to 150,000!

What surprised him was that the beautiful manager seemed completely unaware of the potential dine-and-dash incident. She just smiled and said "Okay" before proceeding with the arrangements. 

"Hey! Aren't you going to ask him if he has money to pay the bill? "Yang Haoyu looked slightly frantic; he had roughly figured out Zhao Ping'an's malicious intentions. This guy definitely wanted to get him drunk and then slip away, leaving him to take the fall.

"Xiao Anzi, this..." Sister Hong also felt that the situation was a bit off. 140,000 to 150,000 yuan was not a small amount, and the backer of Ying Bar was not someone to be trifled with.

"Sister Hong, do you trust me?" Zhao Ping'an asked calmly.

"..." After Hong Jie gave him a deep look, she stopped talking.

The drinks were quickly served, and Yang Haoyu grabbed the beautiful waitress who was about to leave, repeatedly saying, "Where's the POS machine? Bring it over so he can swipe his card."

Having said that, he sneered and shot a glance at Zhao Ping'an, hmpf! Trying to trick me, no way in hell.

"Sir, please show some respect, Mr. Zhao has already paid for the drinks. "The beautiful forewoman glanced at the lewd hand on her arm, slightly furrowing her brow, and said.

"Paid... already? "Yang Haoyu quickly let go, his expression on his face as if he had eaten dirt.

Zhao Ping'an looked at him with a calm expression and said softly, "Drink up, my Yu Ge!"

"You!"

"Drink if you're going to drink! "The boast had already been made several times, and with so many classmates watching, Yang Haoyu couldn't back down. He picked up a bottle of Royal Salute and called over a few people next to him to start drinking.

Zhao Ping'an didn't mind him openly calling for backup. Even if everyone present drank all 20 bottles of wine together, it would be enough for everyone to have a good time. Go ahead and have fun, anyway... there's more where that came from after we finish! 

"Not planning to explain how you got back? "The usually silent Shen Mengyu finally couldn't hold back and spoke up. Others speculated that Zhao Ping'an might have secretly taken her card and made the payment while she was in the restroom, but she herself knew that the card was still in her pocket.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Ping'an shrugged and said with a serious expression, "If I told you that I'm actually a super rich heir, but I keep a low profile and came to study at Southwest Jiaotong University just to experience life, would you believe me?"

The two people's conversation wasn't deliberately whispered; everyone present perked up their ears out of curiosity.

"Not believing! "Shen Mengyu shook her head. She had a deep understanding of Zhao Ping'an's stinginess. He even haggled with the street vendor's auntie over two dimes for a skewer of fish balls. Could someone like him be a rich second generation? Or a super-rich one? 

No matter how low-key a person is, some deeply ingrained traits are ultimately unchangeable.

"Hehe, it's good that you don't believe it. Otherwise, wouldn't my four years here have been wasted? Anyway, I'm about to graduate, so if I get exposed, so be it! "Zhao Ping'an let out a long sigh, as if he had made some significant decision, and spoke with great seriousness.

Then, amidst a circle of puzzled gazes, he stood up and walked towards the stage in the center of the bar that had yet to start.

It's strange, but the security guards standing below the stage didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him at all.

"Hey, hey!" After testing the microphone, Zhao Ping'an, standing in the middle of the stage, smiled and said to everyone, "They say youth is wasted on the young, and with my college life coming to an end, I figured if I don't go a little crazy now, I'll be old before I know it. So I want to take this opportunity to sing a song for a girl I've had a crush on for four years..."

"Damn! You just decide to sing without asking for our opinion? "Hurry up and get down here, don't dirty my ears.

"Right! With that croaky voice of yours, just forget it!"

"Dude, if you're going to confess to the school grove, don't embarrass yourself here!"

When Zhao Ping'an said this, the crowd below was already in an uproar. Clearly, not many people were buying it; everyone came here to enjoy themselves, not to suffer.

"Let me finish speaking. "After slightly raising his tone to cover other voices, Zhao Ping'an said: "I won't let everyone suffer for nothing. Tonight, everyone can have fun, so I'll cover all the expenses!"

"Wow! "This statement was undeniably impressive. Everyone in the venue looked at him in disbelief, and after confirming that his serious demeanor wasn't a joke, the place erupted in an uproar!

"Damn! Is he really going to rent out the whole place?"

"Bro, sing your heart out. We've heard worse, that doesn't even count as bad!"

"Yeah, if you have the guts to sing and insult me, then I can drink two more bottles of wine!"

"This..." At Sister Hong's table, Yang Haoyu's eyes bulged slightly, almost popping out of his sockets, while the others all gaped in astonishment, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

Everyone looked at each other, and in the end, it was Yang Haoyu's most loyal lackey, Sun Laifu, who spoke first, "This guy isn't really a super rich second-generation, is he?"

"Can't be wrong, Sakura Bar's revenue tonight must be over 500,000! This isn't just throwing money around, how did I never notice how deep Xiao Anzi was hiding before?"

A girl sitting next to Sister Hong, who had a rather tumultuous figure, said somewhat annoyed, "Usually, Zhao Ping'an doesn't miss any chance to tease me. When we attend classes together, Xiao Anzi always likes to stare at my chest, whether he means to or not. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have been so reserved back then. I should have boldly opened my heart and captured him in one go!"

What a pity, it seems she doesn't have a chance anymore, he's already starting to confess, sigh... so romantic! Huh? Wait a minute... he... he can't be confessing to me, right?

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoxiong's eyes sparkled with excitement as she sat up straight, casting a flirtatious glance at Zhao Ping'an on stage, her 36E weapons on full display.