At Emperor Entertainment's bar, in just two short days, the name "Ye" had become widely known. His cocktail skills had surpassed those of the Wine God, Leng Wushuang. In those two days, the title of Wine God was figuratively prefixed to Ye's name.
Every night, the business was booming to a degree that far exceeded the past, and a large part of this was due to "Ye." This was an outcome Leng Wushuang had not anticipated.
In the variety of cocktail mixing and the changing scenes of his technique, he couldn't help but admire Yi Xiaofei.
Compared to Leng Wushuang's three drinks, Yi Xiaofei mixed up ten times, thirty times more each night—each glass with a different design, each with a different taste.
And soon seven days had passed, and on the morning of the seventh day, Yi Xiaofei's figure appeared on Tongluo Street.
"Xiaofei! How did you come by these seventy thousand yuan?"
Across from Yi Xiaofei, Bai Yuqing was filled with deep skepticism.
