"Ahahaha, I didn't mean to," Upon seeing Zhao Zhenhao's elegance, Wang Hao scratched his head and chuckled, "Sorry about that, I promise not to mention these things again!"
"Thank you." Zhao Zhenhao smiled and then clapped his hands, saying, "Alright, we've talked enough, it's time for the next item on the agenda."
Soon, a waiter pushed over an exquisitely presented cart.
The waiter was tall and slender, wearing a white shirt and black vest, his short hair looking very neat, and about forty years old, with a gentle smile on his face.
On the cart were two beautifully packaged bottles of red wine, accompanied by three wine glasses. Zhao Zhenhao introduced them, "For this dinner, I especially asked someone to get two bottles of '82 Lafite from France for us to taste."
Wang Hao's eyes lit up.
'82 Lafite, eh? This stuff seems to be super-fancy! It's exactly what rich people love to flaunt when they're showing off!
