Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 960: Chapter 960: Mars Collides with Earth

"And what do you mean by that?"

The manager immediately sensed an opportunity.

This one seemed reasonable enough to negotiate with.

As long as there’s room to discuss, the problem can be solved.

Zhuo Tang sneered. He’s a businessman! Did they seriously think he couldn’t see through this little game?

It’s nothing more than an attempt at an on-the-spot price hike.

Money? That, he had no shortage of.

He didn’t believe for a second that throwing enough cash at the problem wouldn’t get them to back down.

"He Weng, we’re not going anywhere. We’re eating right here!" Yu Feixue declared, filled with fury.

Zhuo Tang laughed so hard the corners of his mouth turned crooked.

The other three burst into laughter as well.

This kind of petty trick? Someone as shrewd as Zhuo Tang and his group could see through it instantly.

"How about this, Miss Yu? I’ll pay you five times your dining bill. What do you think?" Zhuo Tang didn’t believe a sum of money like that couldn’t crush the people in front of him.

"You think I’ve never seen money before?"

Yu Feixue was enraged. With a slap, she pulled out a black card.

"Open your damn eyes and take a good look! What kind of card is this?"

Zhuo Tang was taken aback.

That kind of black card—he was quite familiar with it.

He himself had one under his name.

A diamond black card!

Only those with a net worth of over a billion could qualify for one, because this card had no limit.

Obtaining one required stringent conditions. While her card was slightly different from his, the banks all had an unspoken understanding: black diamond cards were not handed out casually.

Zhuo Tang was briefly stunned.

He looked up, this time carefully scrutinizing Yu Feixue—a new face.

He was certain she wasn’t part of the Hong Kong Island circle. Judging by her standard Mandarin, Zhuo Tang suddenly came to a realization.

Hadn’t Zhuo Lin also come from the mainland before?

This must be one of Zhuo Lin’s friends.

"Miss Yu, my apologies—it seems I may have offended you. But ten times the dining bill isn’t a small amount, right?"

Zhuo Tang wasn’t oblivious to reality. noveldrama

It’s just that he didn’t consider Yu Feixue worth taking seriously. After all, Hong Kong Island hadn’t yet returned to the mainland, and was still not under mainland authority. Moreover, even among mainland tycoons, there were disparities in their levels of wealth.

The difference in "weight" was huge.

They didn’t care about mainlanders at all.

In fact, this made them all the more arrogant.

He Weng smiled, "Mr. Zhuo, it seems that you’re determined to make us vacate our table?"

He placed one hand on Yu Feixue to steady her.

His smile remained pleasant, but his gaze was razor-sharp.

Zhuo Tang pulled a chair over and sat down.

"It looks like you’ve already figured it out, sir. Yes, I absolutely have that in mind. Let’s cut straight to the chase—if ten times isn’t enough for Miss Yu, and she feels it’s beneath her dignity, how about a hundred times? I can keep increasing it. I wonder what amount Miss Yu would find appropriate?"

This was pure humiliation.

"Mr. Zhuo, even if you offer a thousand times, we still won’t leave. We’ve decided to dine right here. The view is especially lovely—perfect for us! Besides, Mr. Zhuo, aren’t you worried this dining fee might cause you severe losses?" He Weng responded leisurely, unhurriedly.

Yu Feixue pinched He Weng’s palm with her fingers.

He Weng returned her a warm gaze.

Inside, Yu Feixue was cursing up a storm.

That bastard! Throwing a woman into the line of fire—does he even count as a man?

But what could be done? They were all on the same boat.

He Weng was doing this for Zhuo Lin, her friend. On what grounds could she back down?

She slammed her hand on the table.

"That’s right—even ten thousand times, we’re not leaving!"

Zhuo Lin’s eyes filled with tears. What a friend! Truly his best friend in the world.

No one had ever stood up for him like this in his life.

A fiery, reckless loyalty surged within him, willing to sacrifice everything for a soulmate.

Zhuo Tang shook his head. "Young people, don’t be so impulsive. Ten thousand times? I really can afford that. It’s just a few million—quantities like that are mere pocket change to me. If you don’t accept it, you’ll be the only ones losing out here. Think carefully—this is a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Youths, weigh your options clearly!"

Of course, he was doing this on purpose. If these people already declared they wouldn’t leave for even ten thousand times, he had no issue continuing to slap them down. After all, he knew they wouldn’t actually agree.

He loved this type of fool.

The brash, impulsive kind.

They were his favorite playthings.

"Mr. Zhuo, are you really prepared to offer a ten-thousand-times compensation for our dining bill? That honestly doesn’t seem like a very wise financial move. A rich man like you would truly be showing off extravagance if you spent so much on a single meal. Oh my, it’s really quite humbling," He Weng said, maintaining his composed tone.

One of Zhuo Tang’s friends chimed in with a laugh, "Young man, do you know who Mr. Zhuo is? He’s a renowned businessman from Hong Kong Island. His family is worth billions. This kind of money is nothing to him. Even a hundred-thousand-times payout would just be a game to him. Be wise and take what you can get."

They had also discerned by now that these three were the kind who were poor but full of pride.

"He Weng, I can’t stand people like this who throw money around like they own the world. Mr. Zhuo thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he’s rich. Well, you know what? We love that! Go ahead, Mr. Zhuo—write your check!" Yu Feixue strode up to Zhuo Tang, a bright smile on her face as she extended her delicate hand.

The restaurant fell silent.

He Weng watched Zhuo Tang’s dumbfounded expression and chuckled. "Mr. Zhuo, didn’t you say you’d offer ten-thousand-times compensation? We’d never dare reject your generous offer. We accept. We’ll take the money and vacate the table. What’s the matter? Mr. Zhuo, don’t tell me you’re joking and can’t actually pay?"

Zhuo Tang’s face stiffened. With so many eyes on him—be it his friends or the restaurant staff—there were far too many mouths to gossip. Too many witnesses.

There was no way he could lose face here today.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his checkbook.

"Wait, Mr. Zhuo, shouldn’t you check with the manager first about how much our dining bill is?" He Weng’s smile was calm and impenetrable. His gaze made it impossible for anyone to hide.

This was someone who could devour you whole, bones and all.

Zhuo Tang forced out a grin, though it was stiff and awkward. A ten-thousand-times payout wasn’t something he couldn’t afford.

It was just that the young people he thought would have too much pride to accept the money had surprisingly reversed their stance in an instant.

A single meal might actually end up costing him tens of millions—this was now a certainty.

Meals here cost several thousand per head—that much was obvious. That’s why he had made his offer with such confidence. And while using money to slap people down was undeniably satisfying...

...throwing away that much money certainly didn’t sit well.

Not only was it unsatisfying—it was infuriating

and suffocating.

"Manager, how much is their dining bill? Rest assured, I won’t short you a penny. Our Zhuo Family is one of the most esteemed families on Hong Kong Island. The last thing we lack is money." He wanted to see whether these people had the guts to rack up an actual fortune in expenses.

The manager approached hesitantly with the bill, wiping sweat from his brow.

Good heavens, these youngsters were really stirring up trouble.

This...

"Manager, how much is it?"

Zhuo Tang remained dismissive. A few million was no big deal; his family’s reputation was worth far more than that.

Even if it hurt, he’d still pay to save face.

Not to mention, Zhuo Tang had plenty of ways to claw it back later.

"Mr. Zhuo, their table’s total is... ten thousand!"

BOOM!

The news exploded in everyone’s minds.

Ten thousand?

Ten thousand times ten thousand?

Good heavens!

No wonder these people were so fearless.

Zhuo Tang’s head spun with a thunderous roar.

He almost fell off his chair.

"What? How much?"

This couldn’t be real!

"Mr. He’s party drank a bottle of Kangdi—it wasn’t even a particularly old vintage, but the price alone was already eighty thousand. The other meal expenses add up to that amount." The manager hadn’t expected Mr. He to have ordered such a lavish bottle. A single meal, drinking an eighty-thousand-dollar Kangdi, was enough to prove they were wealthy themselves.

This was truly a collision of cosmic proportions.