The waiter looked at Ye Fan with some sympathy; twenty bottles of high-end red wine would cost at least nearly three hundred thousand even after a discount, setting a new consumption record for the hotel. Li Minfeng was a regular here, often wined and dined by others, always indulging in lavish meals and drinks, but this time was the craziest yet.
"Go get it ready," Ye Fan said indifferently.
The waiter felt he couldn't just stand by, knowing Li Minfeng often left after eating and drinking without doing any proper business. It seemed necessary to warn Ye Fan, as spending hundreds of thousands, even for a wealthy person, could be strenuous, especially if the business matter didn't pan out. The waiter leaned in and whispered to Ye Fan, "Sir, Li Minfeng doesn't have a good reputation. I suggest you be cautious not to suffer a big loss."
Ye Fan smiled slightly, patted the waiter on the shoulder, and said, "Go on, I'm aware. Still, I appreciate your warning."
