The cheapest bottle of a Louis XIII clubhouse is more than three million.

The cheapest royal salute is also more than two million.

Luo Mio's fingertips tapped the black card.

Thumb stroke.

It's like thinking.

It was as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Cold sweat overflowed on Qian Dazhi's forehead.

The coolness behind it is getting heavier and heavier.

Tremblingly, he said: "Add another bottle of 82-year-old Lafite?" ”

Luo Mio finally raised her eyes to look at him.

But he didn't nod.

Turn to the man next to you.

The hand quietly tugged at his sleeve, "Uncle, what do you think?" ”

Qian Dazhi chuckled.

Chills all over.

More than 10 million is a pain in the flesh for him.

But it's nothing.

But for a club attendant, it must be sky-high.

But he forgot.

Behind this man is the pastor.

Is the pastor poor in money?

The clubhouse waiter, who is called his child, will be poor?

No.

It's certainly not bad.

And I apologized in this way, I'm afraid...

Thinking of this, the whole person trembled even more.

If only Luo Mio knew what was going on in his heart.

Will definitely jump up and roar.

Who said he wasn't bad.

He's obviously the worst money!

Qian Dazhi racked his brains and suddenly thought of something.

Hurriedly spoke: "Mr. Mu, this time it's me who is wrong, I will let 0.1 profit." ”

Don't look at this 0.1.

Counting it, it's fifty or sixty million.

Luo Mio was not silent this time.

The corners of his lips suddenly raised.

Holding the man's arm, his narrow eyes curled.

The voice was crisp: "Then thank you for your generosity." ”

Judging from the other party's expression that was about to drip blood.

He didn't know what it was.

Apparently a lot.

It should be the last concession.

Not bad.

Thinking of another stubble, he tilted his head and asked: "Then what Mr. Qian said just now about opening Louis XIII and the royal salute, it still counts." ”

Qian Dazhi was heartbroken.

Holding back the distress, he nodded.

A word popped out from between his teeth: "Count." ”

This time, it was really bleeding.

Luo Mio was happy.

shook Mu Zheng's hand, "Uncle, thank you today." ”

If he didn't have this person, how could he have made millions all at once?

There is a principal to invest.

Club.

Mu Zheng saw that he was smiling like a spring flower, and he was also very happy.

It's just that.

"You thank me, just call me uncle? Call brother. ”

Luo Mio's smile paused, and her mouth moved.

muttered in a low voice: "It's obviously an uncle." ”

Yu Guang glanced at the watch in the other party's hand.

Seeing that the time has pointed to eleven o'clock.

His eyes lit up.

"Uncle, it's time for me to get off work, you can send your little cutie home, okay."

Facing a pair of bright eyes, they will look at you fixedly.

The whole thing is indeed a little cute little cutie.

Mu Zheng nodded without any hesitation.

"Uncle is the best." Luo Mio cheered, pulled the person and walked towards the elevator.

Stepping through the door, he turned his head suddenly.

I happened to see Manager Liu late.

Immediately shouted at him.

"Manager Liu, remember to put the commission of the bill issued by Mr. Qian to my card."

'Ding~'

The elevator is closed.

Cut off the sight of the group.

Walking out of the gate of Happy City with a smile on his face.

Luo Mio quickly let go of the hand holding the man.

His face became serious, and he thanked Mu Zheng seriously.

"Uncle, thank you so much today, if it weren't for you, I would definitely suffer."

Mu Zheng saw that the child had a straight face, very cute.

I wanted to touch his head and say no thanks.

was dodged by him, and looked at him very vigilantly.

？？

"Uncle, we don't make an appointment, we don't make an appointment, I really don't make an appointment, I'm still underage."

Mu Zheng: "(╰_╯)#"