Jin Liufu?
Three cases!?
The waitress was stunned. She leaned forward, cupping an ear. "You mean beer, right? We have Yanjing and Qingdao beer."
Dong Xuebin pointed at the Baijiu bottle on the table. "I mean Baijiu. Bring three cases to our table first. If it isn't enough, we'll order more."
Everyone heard him clearly. For a moment, they all sucked in a cold breath and stared at Dong Xuebin in astonishment, unable to understand what he was trying to pull.
Damn!
Three cases? That was Baijiu!
And if it wasn't enough, he would order more? The new director was trying to drink himself to death!
The young waitress was dumbfounded too. Restaurants like this attracted all sorts of people, and she had worked here for around two years, seeing every kind of customer. There were only six or seven people at this table. Usually, customers ordered a case of beer or two bottles of Baijiu. Three cases of beer were already a lot, though still barely reasonable. But this was the first time she had heard of anyone ordering Baijiu by the case, and ordering three cases at once. There were six bottles per case. Jin Liufu was not especially high-proof, but this was still insane. That was not drinking. That was courting death!
After looking them over, the waitress obediently left the private room. She had seen most of them before and knew that the restaurant owner valued them greatly. They were officials from the neighboring Street Office, practically the local magistrates to them, so she naturally did not dare question them. She immediately called several helpers to carry the liquor in.
One case...
Two cases...
Three cases...
The three cases of Jin Liufu were soon arranged in the private room. The packaging was torn open, revealing a