"Miss, is there sothing wrong with the wine you’re drinking?"
"Don’t you already know if there’s a problem?"
Ning Che crossed her long legs, exuding the air of an aristocrat with every gesture.
In the presence of Ning Che’s strong aura, the female server clearly didn’t know how to cope.
"Our wines are all sourced through legitimate channels, with complete customs procedures. There can’t be any issues."
Ning Che raised an eyebrow, staring directly at the server, "So you an I have a problem, that I can’t tell good wine from bad?"
"No, no, no, that’s not what I ant."
The female server beca even more flustered, struggling to speak clearly.
Under Ning Che’s high-pressure presence, she didn’t even know how to respond.
"Alright, I don’t want to make things difficult for you. Go get your boss."
Hearing this, the female server felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.
"Okay, okay, I’ll go get them right away."
The female server turned and left, and the private room fell silent once more.
"Your performance was quite realistic."
"I’m not very good at pretending, but when it cos to eating, drinking, having fun, and throwing my weight around, I’m quite skilled," Ning Che said:
"Wait a bit and watch my performance. Oh, let that Patek Philippe on your wrist show. It’s ti for you to act superior."
"How do you plan to find fault? Need to add sothing?" Lin Yi asked.
"You don’t usually drink wine, so you don’t know the tricks here," Ning Che said:
"These people are sharp. If you add sothing, they will definitely notice. Once they test it, they’ll know we’re framing them, and then it’ll be hard to resolve."
Ning Che smoothed her wavy hair, "Just watch ."
Lin Yi nodded, not saying anything else.
The upcoming scene was crucial, there couldn’t be any mistakes.
anwhile, after leaving, the female server found a middle-aged man.
The man had faint stubble on his chin and wore a two-piece suit. The woolen material inside gave it a textured feel.
The man’s na was Zhang Xiangrong, the manager of the club, overseeing all big and small matters here.
Because there were many things to manage, he wasn’t often around, but coincidentally, he was here today.
"Brother Rong, there’s trouble," the female server hurriedly said.
"What’s wrong?"
Zhang Xiangrong was tasting a newly arrived batch of wine, appearing calm.
"A person ordered a bottle of Petrus, and after drinking it, said our wine has a problem."
"A problem?" Zhang Xiangrong said calmly:
"Anyone who orders Petrus has so taste. This kind of wine is special; it shouldn’t be decanted too long, ten minutes or so is fine. Did you do it that way?"
"You’ve emphasized it several tis. That’s how I did it, and I already reminded them."
"Could they be here to stir up trouble?" Zhang Xiangrong asked with a bad expression.
"Not likely," the server said:
"From when I poured the wine into the decanter to when there was a problem, it was only about ten minutes. They probably won’t make an issue of that."
"That’s odd, our wines have no issues," Zhang Xiangrong said confusedly.
"Manager, you’d better take a look. That woman’s presence is so strong, I didn’t dare to speak in front of her."
"Heh..."
Zhang Xiangrong sneered, "A woman, no matter how strong her presence, how strong can she be? I’ll go take a look."
"Mm-hmm."
Standing up from the chair, Zhang Xiangrong straightened his suit and walked toward the third-floor private room.
Knock knock knock —
He politely knocked on the door, and Zhang Xiangrong pushed it open and entered.
Before even stepping fully inside, Zhang Xiangrong instantly understood what a powerful presence ant.
It wasn’t just the tall woman; the man sitting next to her was even more unignorable.
Being stared at by him felt like thorns on one’s back!
Upon entering the room, Zhang Xiangrong closed the door, showing a friendly smile on his face.
"Sir, Miss, I am Zhang Xiangrong, the manager of the club. If there are any issues, you can talk to ."
While speaking, Zhang Xiangrong glanced at the two. Although their attire was casual, every detail exuded luxury.
The watch on Lin Yi’s hand was definitely not an ordinary model, without at least several million, you couldn’t buy it.
Besides, their deanor was enough for Zhang Xiangrong to take them seriously.
People like these were either rich or noble; he wouldn’t be mistaken.
"What can you solve by coming?" Ning Che said:
"I wanted the owner of your club, not you."
"Our boss isn’t here, but I’m fully in charge of the club’s affairs. If you’re dissatisfied with anything, you can tell , and I’ll certainly give you a satisfactory answer."
"Since you can handle it, I’ll tell you," Ning Che said:
"This wine has a problem, you taste it yourself, so you can’t say I’m just causing trouble."
Ning Che crossed her legs again, arms folded, tossing the ball to Zhang Xiangrong.
Zhang Xiangrong nodded, motioning the server to bring another glass, pouring about an ounce, and sipped it at his lips.
"Miss, I don’t think there’s a problem with the taste," Zhang Xiangrong said:
"You think there’s no problem, so there’s no problem?" Ning Che scrutinized Zhang Xiangrong:
"After decanting so long, the astringency and sweetness are still strong, do you think I’ve never tasted wine before?"
Ning Che casually took out a cigarette, lighting it up, said:
"Let’s not mince words. I’ve had Petrus from various years, so there’s definitely sothing wrong with your wine."
The corner of Lin Yi’s mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible smile.
He finally understood Ning Che’s strategy.
Though he hadn’t drunk much wine, he knew a bit about such subtle maneuvers.
In places like this, the wine couldn’t be fake, but they could play tricks with its vintage.
A ten-year wine would be lucky to be five years old.
And this so-called three-year wine today, being one year old would be a blessing.
Typically, neither patrons nor the establishnt would fuss over such practices.
But since today was about picking a fight, they had to make an issue of this.
Zhang Xiangrong’s brow furrowed, not expecting to encounter such a picky person.
"If you’re not satisfied with the quality of this bottle, we’ll offer it at half price. How about that?"
"You think I called you over to extort money?"
Facing the aggressive Ning Che, coupled with her eminent deanor, even Zhang Xiangrong found it hard to manage.
"Alright, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Get your boss over here."
"I’m really sorry, our boss isn’t here," Zhang Xiangrong said:
"Miss, could you please tell your demands? I can make decisions and strive to satisfy you."
"Just you?"
Ning Che took out her phone, called Liu Hong, and earnestly said:
"Regulatory departnt? I’d like to report the Romantic Wine Club for selling counterfeit wine. Can you co and handle it?"
"Alright, I’ll wait for you here."
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