A shout of Brother Tian made Han Wentian feel full of joy.

Han Wentian never expected that his prestige had reached the point of crushing Qiu Peng?

You must know.

Qiu Peng is the son of the black-faced king Qiu Qianzhong, and the black and white are both used together.

Who wouldn't have to tremble a few times when he saw Qiu Peng?

But Qiu Peng actually showed a "flattering" smile to Han Wentian.

"Xiaopeng, I won't know each other if I don't fight. I'll accept your wine." Han Wentian took the Romani Conte from Qiu Peng's hand and showed it out to Ye Tian and others.

Xiaopeng?

Qiu Peng looked up and down at Han Wentian and thought to himself, who is this fool? How dare you call him Xiaopeng?

If it weren't for Ye Tian's face.

Qiu Peng had to beat him to death.

Since entering the private room, Qiu Peng has been observing Ye Tian’s face, afraid of touching his bad temper.

But who would have thought that he was about to come forward to offer wine, but he was snatched by a fool.

Qiu Peng only thought of Han Wentian, a small follower next to Ye Tian, ​​so he didn't get angry.

"Brother Tian, ​​I'll leave." Qiu Peng bowed to the direction where Ye Tian was, and slowly left the box.

Han Wentian waved his hand and smiled and said, "Go to Xiaopeng."

When the door of the private room closed, the entire Queen's Hall was completely boiling.

No one expected it.

Han Wentian’s deterrence is so terrifying?

Even Qiu Peng, who was famous in the Demon City, was respectful to him.

"Awesome Brother Tian!"

"With your prestige at this time, you can be on par with the Black-faced Hell King in the Demon City!"

Huang Yuhao narrowed his eyes, gave Han Wentian a thumbs up, and his face was full of flattery.

Ding Feng followed him up and flattered, "Brother Tian, ​​where you stand, like an ancient emperor, with a spirit of dominating the world. No wonder Qiu Peng was so scared that he was trembling."

And the ancient emperor?

Return to rule the world?

Ye Tian didn't bother to point them out, and just ate snacks on his own.

Qi Xiaowei held her arm and said sarcastically: "Xiao Ye, your heart is a bit too big, right? Why don't you hurry up and hug your thighs!"

But Ye Tian turned a blind eye and only knew how to eat.

Fang Zihan, who originally wanted to look up to Ye Tian, ​​shook his head secretly. Ye Tian had only brute force, but his emotional intelligence was too low, so it was destined to be difficult to become a great person.

"Haha, Yuhao, do you know this red wine?" Han Wentian sat on the sofa and gently wiped the bottle, as if he was paying attention to a holy object.

Huang Yuhao didn’t know what red wine was.

He only knows jewelry and jade.

Seeing Han Wentian ask, Huang Yuhao gritted his teeth and said, "I heard from Xiaopeng that it seems to be Romani Conti."

Xiaopeng?

Huang Yuhao, because he was so brave that he dared to call Qiu Peng like this?

If Qiu Peng heard it.

Huang Yuhao is afraid that his life will be lost.

Ye Tian wants to see when these fools can pretend to be.

"This 45-year-old Romani Conte wine was sold at Sotheby's Auction at a high price of 558,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to about 3.9 million in Chinese currency." Han Wentian nodded secretly and smiled: "Xiaopeng is full of sincerity!"

“3.9 million?”

"Oh my God, I really didn't expect that there is such expensive wine in the world?"

"Brother Tian, ​​can we taste it?"

Qi Xiaowei, Huang Yuhao and others stood up one after another and approached.

Only Ye Tian is too lazy to deal with Han Wentian.

It seems.

In Ye Tian's eyes, wine worth 3.9 million is not as precious as a piece of dessert.

Ye Tian's ignorance made Han Wentian's face look a little ugly.

Han Wentian pointed to Ye Tian and said coldly: "Boy, call me Brother Tian, ​​I will give you a cup to try it out."

"Hey, boy, don't eat it anymore, why don't you call Mr. Han quickly?" Seeing that Ye Tian kept eating, Huang Yuhao said angrily: "Do you know how much a glass of wine is worth? Do you have to worry about it? Do you have to worry about it? There are dozens of w, enough for you to fight for the rest of your life!"

Ye Tianyun said calmly: "I'm tired of drinking this kind of rotten wine."

This is not nonsense.

I remember that on Devil's Island, I was imprisoned with several winery owners.

In order to curry favor with Ye Tian.

They ordered people to send a lot of famous wines such as Romani Conte and Rafi to the island.

When Ye Tian got tired of drinking, he took the famous wine to bathe.

But to Han Wentian and others, they could not eat grapes and said that grapes were sour.

Han Wentian chuckled and said with disdain, "It's so fucking good to blow."

"Mr. Han, this person is a little vanity, which is normal! What's more, there are beautiful women like Miss Long, who are beside him, and it's understandable that he is swollen and fat." Qi Xiaowei, who was standing beside him, held the wine he had just poured, and was overjoyed.

Ye Tian didn't drink it, and Long Qimeng was embarrassed to drink it.

However, Fang Zihan couldn't resist the temptation of fine wine and drank a small cup.

Ye Tian ate the snack and turned his head and said, "Qi Meng, when another day, I will ask someone to send you a box of Romaniconti for 45 years."

puff.

When Han Wentian and others heard this, they couldn't help but sprayed the wine.

Also send a box?

Ye Tian is a bit too hype, right?

Even Fang Zihan couldn't stand it anymore.

Fang Zihan slapped the table in anger and said angrily: "Enough, can you stop bragging?"

Ye Tian said seriously: "Zihan, I will send you a box too."

"Where is this strange thing? Why do you just say something unreasonable?" Han Wentianqi smiled and shook his head repeatedly.

Qi Xiaowei's eyes rolled and she said sarcastically: "Brother Tian, ​​you don't know yet, he came for Sister Qimeng."

Long Qimeng said anxiously: "Xiaowei, don't talk nonsense."

"Sister Qi Meng, Ye Tian is just a toad, how can he be worthy of you? Only a pride like Brother Tian can be worthy of you!" Qi Xiaowei pushed Long Qi Meng and winked at her.

No wonder.

Ye Tian would be so vain.

It turned out that he was deliberately slapping the swollen face and pretending to be fat, trying to attract Long Qimeng's attention.

After drinking, Han Wentian smiled and said, "Qi Meng, I heard from Xiao Wei that you are very interested in gambling stones. Let's do this, I'll take you to have a long experience."

The so-called gambling stone is to judge the quality of the internal jadeite based on the shell characteristics and texture direction of the jadeite raw stone.

There is a saying in the gambling world that one knife is poor, one knife is rich, and one knife is wearing hemp clothes.

If you want to know the quality of the stone, you must use calcite to see it.

Even some precision instruments are difficult to detect what is inside the stone.

Betting on stones is like betting on life.

The bet has increased and I got rich overnight.

But once the bet is broken, you will lose all your money.

Gambling stone hall.

There were various stones on the counter.

Each stone has a number.

There are endless people coming to gambling stones.
To be continued...