Strive On, Fa Hai! Qin Fen's Bizarre Life

The venue fell quiet, as though the show's excitement had plunged to freezing point. Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Huang Lei's face darkened as he glared around the room. He couldn't stay here. It wasn't every day someone tried to show off and ended up humiliating himself.

He wanted to find fault and strike back, but Huang Lei realized he didn't even have the bare minimum to work with.

He shot Qin Fen a furious look, then slunk off to one side.

Once Huang Lei was gone, Fu Qiang shrugged casually. "Qin Fen, I remember you. Tell me, were you the one who sold Song Shaoqing the things for his family?"

The moment he said that, Assistant He froze. He had nearly forgotten his boss's main request. "Mr. Qin, here's the thing. Besides reserving a banquet, our boss heard your homemade wine is excellent. He'd like to buy two cases, some to drink himself and some to give away!"

Fu Qiang's eyes bulged. Before Qin Fen could speak, he jumped in. "Two cases? Chairman Zhou sure knows how to spend. Even at six bottles a case, that's twelve million for two! Generous."

Qin Fen's face darkened. Twelve million? I never said that! If word got out, who knew how much of a crook people would think he was?

"No, you've got it wrong!" Qin Fen explained. It really wasn't that expensive. The wine from Haitian City was good, sure, but it had only cost him a packet of instant noodles per bottle—and Kang Shuaifu at that, not Master Kong.

Fu Qiang didn't believe him. He patted Qin Fen on the shoulder. "Brother, don't be modest. Now I get why money's no object to you. It's not just your top-notch cooking—you're loaded! Song Shaoqing told me the other day