The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 331 - Even a Donkey in the Production Team Could Not be Bullied like This

“Please hold on, I'll get your bill right away!”

Lee Dahai stood nearby with a smile.

“After finishing your meal, it's not ideal to just stand around waiting. Our restaurant offers special post-dinner treats. Would you like to try some?” Lee Dahai offered.

Faang Ying was about to decline when Xiao Chen quickly interjected.

“Manager Lee, there's no need to ask. Young Master Faang is of high status and quite wealthy,” Xiao Chen said.

“Bring us six servings of dessert. One for my sister, two for my brother-in-law, and three for me!”

“Young Master Faang, you've already had plenty. You don't really need this,” Xiao Chen teased.

“He surely won't want to hang around us after this,” Xiao Chen mused to himself.

Faang Ying felt like crying.

“How can they treat me this way?” he wondered silently.

“They're picking on me!”

Yet Xiao Chen's comment had, at least outwardly, maintained Faang Ying's facade of grandeur.

“Go ahead and order,” Faang Ying finally conceded with a nod.

He was determined to keep up the act, even if it meant grinding his teeth to dust. He hadn't ordered for himself, which was a small financial relief.

Lee Dahai promptly went to place the order.

Soon, he returned with the desserts and an exceptionally long bill in hand.

Faang Ying's eyes widened at the sight of the bill.

“They've really set me up,” he thought to himself.

“Surely, not even the village donkey has been duped like this?”

Faang Ying took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, striving to appear unfazed.

After all, the money was bound to be spent at some point. Money is fleeting, so he shouldn't fret over it.

“Let's see the damage,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant as he took the bill.

His eyes went straight to the grand total at the bottom.

Upon seeing the sum, Faang Ying was completely stunned.

25,467,400

“Did this meal really cost 25 million?” Faang Ying nearly passed out with shock. “Did we really spend that much?”

He did the math again, certain that ten million should have more than covered the meal.

He quickly scrutinized the menu once more.

He noticed that the final dessert he had ordered was the Strawberry Arnold, one of the world's most extravagant sweets. The strawberries atop the Strawberry Arnold were cultivated using a special technique, resulting in an exceptionally rich milky flavor. These strawberries were marinated in exorbitantly priced wine, giving off a burst of fresh cream and peppermint when savored. But the pièce de résistance was the pink diamond nestled within each serving. Altogether, the six desserts were valued at 14 million.

Yet, the strawberries themselves couldn't justify such a steep price. While the pink diamonds were certainly valuable, they were not large. So, what accounted for the hefty price tag? It was the cachet of the brand. Rumor had it that this dessert was a favorite of a queen in a foreign land. Thus, people were indulging not merely in strawberries but in the significance that the dessert represented. This same logic applied to the pricing of luxury items.

Faang Ying was on the brink of exploding with frustration. His attempt to play the part of a wealthy patron had backfired spectacularly. “What seems to be the problem?” Lee Dahai feigned ignorance, his face a mask of confusion. “Young Master Faang, we've already applied a discount for you—a 99% discount.”

At that, Faang Ying almost burst with irritation. “You call that a discount?” But upon reflection, he conceded that a 99% discount wasn't too shabby. With an original total exceeding 20 million, a 99% discount meant a savings of over 200,000—a small consolation, but a consolation nonetheless.

?”I'll pay with a card!” Faang Ying declared, extracting his card with considerable effort. He clutched it tightly, reluctant to part with it. Lee Dahai, ever-smiling, gently placed his hand on the bank card and, with a firm tug, liberated it from Faang Ying's grasp. Faang Ying's face betrayed his dismay.

Internally, he rallied himself. “I've come this far; I must keep up the act.” The thought of the fortune he'd spent on a meal where he'd eaten nothing but three bowls of soup was agonizing. Now, he entertained the desperate thought of snatching back his bank card and making a daring escape through the window. But the reality was stark: he was on the third floor, the windows were sealed shut, and the ground below was unforgiving stone pavement. A leap from this height would surely result in broken bones.

?Amidst Faang Ying's distress, Lee Dahai returned.

“Young Master Faang, it seems there's not enough money on your card.”

Lee Dahai said with a smile, “Perhaps you've grabbed the wrong one?”

Faang Ying's eye twitched uncontrollably.

He clenched his jaw and produced another card.

Yet, this one also fell short.

After pooling together all his funds, he had amassed only 23 million.

He was over two million short.

Sweat beaded on Faang Ying's forehead as panic set in.

“Young Master Faang, you're not pulling my leg, are you?”

Lee Dahai kept up his cheerful demeanor.

His words, however, were laced with mockery.

“We run a modest operation here. I simply can't write off more than two million.”

“If you're unable to pay now, that's alright; you can settle up later. But you'll be added to our restaurant's blacklist.”

“We'll post your photo at the entrance.” Lee Dahai's tone suggested a friendly warning, but his true intent was to shame him.

In the capital, Faang Ying was a person of stature.

Being blacklisted by this establishment, with his photo displayed and labeled “insufficient funds,” would be a major blow to his reputation.

“I have money! I have plenty,” Faang Ying protested, nearly leaping to his feet.

Shaking, he pulled out his phone and dialed his father.

Eventually, Faang Ying held the phone a good distance from his ear.

The booming voice on the other end was audible to all.

The conversation was clearly not a pleasant one.

In the end, Faang Ying's father relented and wired three million.

Only after the payment was made did Faang Ying breathe a sigh of relief.

He was inwardly tormented.

He felt like he could die from the humiliation!

He was bound to face a barrage of criticism at home.

Still, he had to maintain the facade of affluence.

“Haha, I was a little short this time. Next time I treat you all, I'll make sure to bring enough,” Faang Ying said as he rose, forcing a casual laugh.

?He thought to himself, “I can easily drop 15 million on a meal. That farmer could never afford to spend so much.”