?Mobile reading Plain City's most luxurious hotel, most luxurious private dining room. Eighty Electronic Book In fact, Wei Qingtian is a man who values frugality and simplicity, and never advocates waste. However, his staff considered that, given his status and position, dining out should never be at a less upscale venue. Thus, the head of security arranged for this private room. Since the dishes were ordered by the elder, he deliberately selected more affordable options and focused on sufficient quantity rather than extravagance. The guests invited included Qin Feng, Shu Yajing, and Luo Man. As for Qin Feng’s friend Isabella, she was absolutely certain not to attend. Looking at the several bottles of Flying Sky Moutai wine already opened on the table, Qin, the young gentleman, only sighed: "It's no wonder people say this wine is out of reach for ordinary people. If the wine factory produces 120% of its annual output, isn't it all consumed by officials? Has anyone ever conducted a proper survey on this matter?" "The beautiful woman sitting beside him was puzzled, asking, 'How can it be 120 percent? Where does the remaining 20 percent come from?' 'Well, it's fabricated,' Qin, the young man, smiled. 'After all, who says officials can't be fooled? In fact, we should encourage these frauds to specialize in high-end fake wines. The common people simply can't afford them, and officials don't use their own money to buy wine for themselves—so having them drink the fake ones is perfect.' He Mei glanced at him with a look of annoyance and remarked, 'You don't speak, and people will think you're mute.' Hei Mengwei's hair was tightly coiled high on her head, revealing her porcelain complexion and a sharp, pointed chin. She wore a khaki short-sleeved windbreaker skirt that just reached her well-defined hips. On the west side, she had black tailored pencil pants and dark heels, perfectly outlining her elegant legs. Among the three stunning women, all of whom possessed exceptional beauty, Qin Dashi found himself thoroughly delighted. Most importantly, he had already experienced the physical sensations of all three—besides He Muqing, he had also tasted the sweet kiss of each of their full, soft lips. He couldn't help but emit a mischievous chuckle, immediately drawing a series of withering glares from He and Luo. As the host, Wei Qingtian arrived last, and as soon as he entered, he apologized to the group: "Sorry, I got delayed a bit while going upstairs. Wow, what a sight—full of beautiful women! Qin Feng, don't you feel like you're in a garden of flowers?" "Qin Dashi pursed his lips and sneered, "Besides my beloved Xiao Jing, everyone else is thorny roses—beautiful to look at but impossible to touch. Even if I'm surrounded by them, what good does that do?" Wei Grandfather burst into laughter and remarked, "You're truly bold! With such a graceful, charming young lady right by your side, you still want to pursue other girls? That's not fair at all." "Ha ha, it's the saying: 'Those who dare can survive; those who hesitate will starve,' Wei Grandfather. I can promise you one thing," he said with a cheerful smile, pointing at He Muqing. "Whenever you feel your granddaughter is no longer a good match, I'll reluctantly take her under my wing and relieve you of that worry." The elder was first taken aback, then asked with genuine interest, "Are you serious?" "Absolutely true—A gentleman's word is his bond!" He declared with conviction. "Excellent! Now I no longer have to worry about Xiao Qing failing to find a suitable match. Even if I were to go see Marx today, I'd be content!" The elder looked up at the chandelier, his face filled This old man and young man were simply a pair of living treasures. Shu Yajing and Luo Man had to hold back their laughter, while looking at He Leader, who was now furious: "What do you mean, Grandpa? Am I really that bad? And you, Qin Xiao—aren't you trying to kill yourself?" A few minutes later, He Muqing returned to the private dining room, her anger not only unchanged but actually intensifying. As she settled into her seat, she murmured, "It's truly frustrating—being stuck with bad luck. What kind of mess is this, anyway, that keeps happening to me?!" On her way back, she had encountered a man in the corridor who had been trying to charm her, and his persistent, overly eager demeanor had only made her more annoyed. At the start of the banquet, Grandfather Wei personally raised a glass for each guest, expressing his gratitude for their care of his beloved granddaughter. After several rounds of toasts, only the old man and Qin Feng remained seated with wine in hand. The old man had an exceptional palate for wine—so steady and composed that he could easily be described as a true connoisseur, never showing any signs of discomfort even as he finished half a bottle. Qin, the young lord, began to speculate that the old man must have consumed countless bottles of Flying Sky Maotai, perhaps even measured in tons. As they both grew more animated, their conversation soon blurred the lines of generational hierarchy. He Muqing gritted her teeth beside him, convinced that Qin Feng had done it on purpose. How could it be otherwise? Even if this young lad called the old man "Mr. Senior," he still wasn't her uncle. The server, noticing that the guest wasn't from the room, immediately approached, politely asking if he had made a mistake and kindly inviting him to step outside. "No, I didn't make a mistake—I'm looking for her!" the middle-aged man pointed toward He Muqing. As he saw Shu Yajing and Luo Man, his eyes lit up with recognition: "Actually, maybe I'm looking for both of them. Honestly, there are quite a few beautiful ladies in this room. Why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm..." "Get out!" Qin Feng didn't wait for him to finish speaking—he simply kicked him out. The middle-aged man, sturdy and well-built, weighing over 180 pounds, was effortlessly sent out of the room with a single, gentle kick.