Virgil snapped his fingers.
A waiter carrying drinks immediately came over.
"Sir?"
"Give me a bottle of brandy," he said and then directly placed a 100-ringgit tip on the tray.
"Alright. Please wait a moment." Receiving the tip, the waiter beamed with joy and promptly went to get the brandy for him.
Klein knew Virgil well; his preferences were always singular. From past to present, his favorite drink had always been brandy.
"Your taste in drinks is as consistent as ever."
"Brandy is the soul of wine. My father used to say that," Virgil continued, "You would agree too, right, Klein?"
"Whatever you like." Klein had little interest in wines, "I'm only concerned with when that Dr. Dai can be dealt with."
"He won't last much longer. That much won't change with his own will."
Whenever he accomplished something, Virgil would choose to reward himself. Savoring wine was the highest gift he gave himself.
"Then I'll await the good news."
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