The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 330 - Lies

Lee Dahai couldn't help but chuckle inwardly when he noticed Faang Ying was upset. Yet, outwardly, he feigned a look of utter panic.

?He hastened to offer Faang Ying an apology. “I'm sorry, I misspoke!”

“Someone of your esteemed status surely wouldn't have trouble affording two bottles of red wine?”

“Indeed, not just two bottles—purchasing two trucks of red wine would be a mere trifle for you!”

“Please, don't stoop to my level over this.”

“I'm not worldly; the sudden presence of a distinguished guest like you threw me off balance.”

“I implore you not to hold this against me.”

Lee Dahai bowed deeply, his demeanor the picture of respect.

?Faang Ying's mood lightened a bit at the sight. Had it not been for Lee Dahai's attentive service earlier, Faang Ying would have stormed out on the spot!

Seated comfortably, Faang Ying spoke with a deliberate slowness, “Make sure not to repeat this kind of mistake in the future.”

His voice dripped with condescension, reminiscent of a high-ranking official conducting an inspection.

“Understood!”

Lee Dahai responded promptly.

“The dishes are ready!”

?The door swung open, and a waiter wheeled in a cart.

The cart, arranged on three tiers, was laden with plates.

“This sashimi is crafted from bluefin tuna and is priced at triple the rate of gold. But for Young Master Faang, that's hardly significant.”

“Here we have the Golden Mushroom, priced at double the value of gold, though it pales in comparison to the sashimi.”

“And this is premium coffee, ground by hand. It's quite reasonable at only 400 US dollars per pound.”

Lee Dahai cheerfully presented each dish.

Initially, Faang Ying maintained a composed expression.

But as Lee Dahai continued to detail the exorbitant prices of the dishes, Faang Ying's complexion grew increasingly ashen.

Eventually, his face was frozen in shock, his eyes twitching involuntarily.

The cost of the dishes was astronomical!

While his family was wealthy, the valuation of a company hinged on the volatile nature of stock equity and prices. Moreover, a portion of his family's wealth was tied up in fixed assets. His liquid capital was, in reality, quite limited.

Even the most lavish meals at home didn't come close to the extravagance of these dishes.

“Young Master Faang, is something the matter? Is it too warm for you in here?”

Lee Dahai inquired, feigning ignorance.

Faang Ying frowned and glanced at the nearby waiter.

“Could you please lower the air conditioning?”

“No need!”

Faang Ying quickly interjected, stopping the waiter in his tracks.

He felt like his blood was turning to ice. Were they trying to freeze him to death?

Just then, Su Ming's voice rang out, full of admiration.

He picked up a slice of raw fish, chewing and sighing contentedly.

“This is incredible! Young Master Faang, thank you for this treat. I've never had anything so delicious in my life! You all should try it too.”

Su Ming helped himself to another piece.

Watching them, Faang Ying felt as if his heart was bleeding.

He desperately wanted to stop them from eating.

They weren't just consuming food; they were devouring his money!

“Young Master Faang, you look quite pale. Is something wrong? If our hotel's service is lacking, we'll make immediate improvements,” Lee Dahai inquired, feigning ignorance.

“The service is excellent,” Faang Ying managed to say, wiping the cold sweat from his brow and forcing a strained smile.

He tried to appear nonchalant, but it was a struggle. The thought of the money being spent was too painful.

The private room was spacious, with a large round table laden with exquisite ingredients.

Lee Dahai was in high spirits.

“Many thanks, Young Master Faang. You truly live up to your reputation as a wealthy man. You've practically cleared out our inventory!”

Faang Ying felt a lump in his throat at those words.

He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves.

He reached for his chopsticks and shakily picked up a piece of foie gras.

“Wait a moment!”

Before he could enjoy it, Lee Dahai's loud exclamation startled him, causing the foie gras to tumble back onto the plate.

?Lee Dahai promptly took the plate away.

“This ingredient is far too common for someone of your stature. Please, have this dish instead.”

He presented Faang Ying with a bowl of soup and set the plate of foie gras before Su Ming and the others.

Faang Ying felt like weeping.

He had been longing for that foie gras!

Before he could utter a word, Lee Dahai quickly added, “My apologies, Mr. Faang, if my service has disappointed you. Waiter, two more soups, please!”

While Su Ming and the rest ate with gusto, Faang Ying was left staring at three bowls of soup before him.

Faang Ying was so pitiable that even Su Ming felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

The dishes at this high-end Western restaurant were pricey, yet the portions were modest.

?Patrons here prioritized quality over quantity, seeking a fine dining experience rather than a full belly.

Nevertheless, Su Ming and his companions had indulged heartily, leaving them completely satisfied.

?They had devoured every last ingredient on the table and drained the bottles of red wine.

Faang Ying, staring at the three servings of soup before him, was visibly irritated.

With a sense of resignation, he downed each one.

Throughout the meal, Su Ming and the others incessantly expressed their gratitude to Faang Ying.

“Thank you, Young Master Faang!”

“You're incredibly generous, Young Master Faang!”

“Thanks to your hospitality, Young Master Faang, I've tasted delights I never dreamed of!”

“You must eat snails often, Young Master Faang. I had never tried them before today, and after just one serving, I'm still hungry. Could I have yours?”

“That steak is excellent, Young Master Faang. Would you mind if I took your portion?”

Su Ming and Xiao Chen echoed each other's sentiments, while Xiao Ke'er giggled behind her hand.

Faang Ying had lost all appetite to continue.

He was already ruing his earlier attempt to impress.

At last, the lengthy meal came to an end.

The feast had been consumed, yet he had partaken in nothing more than three bowls of soup.

Faang Ying fought back tears.

He was determined to maintain his composure; a man shouldn't cry so easily. If the tears were to come, they would find him in solitude.

Seeing that everyone else was satiated, Faang Ying longed to leave.

With a forced smile, he said, “Boss Lee, I'd like to settle the bill, please.”

He inhaled deeply as he spoke, bracing himself for the onslaught to come.