How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?-Chapter 396 - 183: 82-Year-Old Lafite..._2

Although he already had an answer in mind, Gu Heng still looked at Ouyang Nana, who was savoring the wine, with a smile. He set his wine glass down and spoke with a light smile, "How is it? Can you taste whether it’s real or fake?"

Ouyang Nana came back to reality upon hearing this, her delicate face showing a hint of inexplicable flush. Her red lips, stained with wine, became even more tender as they moved slightly, "Honestly, this is my first time drinking ’82 Lafite, so I can’t really distinguish whether it’s real or fake. However, I’ve had quite a bit of red wine before and none of them can compare to this one, so I think there’s a high probability that this wine is indeed a real ’82 Lafite. What do you think? Is it real or fake?"

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Gu Heng just shrugged his shoulders, his tone teasing, "I’m like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, I swallowed it without even tasting anything. How can I tell if it’s real or not?"

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"Then even if it’s fake it might as well be real, looks like we can’t get this meal for free~"

Ouyang Nana knew Gu Heng was joking, so she responded playfully.

Gu Heng laughed, "That won’t do. Today, I must taste and find out whether it’s real or fake."

After saying this, he snapped his fingers at the restaurant manager, who was standing by with a humble smile, "Another bottle of ’82 Lafite, please."

Upon hearing Gu Heng’s request, the restaurant manager quickly replied, "I’m really sorry Mr. Gu, but our stock of ’82 Lafite is quite limited. Our restaurant has always offered it as part of the chef’s menu for our customers. If you really like this red wine, I can offer to change your post-dinner wine to the same ’82 Lafite. However, if you would like to purchase a bottle...

I’m truly sorry...

It’s really difficult for us to accommodate..."

Gu Heng frowned immediately upon hearing this and glanced sidelong at the manager.

Ever since he acquired the system, there wasn’t anything money could buy that he hadn’t gotten his hands on. And now they were telling him that he couldn’t buy a bottle of wine with his money?

His tone lost its ease, and he slowly said, looking into the restaurant manager’s eyes, "Are you sure you’re not joking with me?"

The restaurant manager could only force a smile in response, "Yes Mr. Gu, this rule was set by our restaurant’s owner. I’m just a manager here, and genuinely do not have the authority to sell you a whole bottle of wine."

Gu Heng didn’t say much more, instead he suddenly asked, "What’s your name?"

The restaurant manager’s heart skipped a beat. He knew only that the boss had suddenly arranged for a few guests to dine in the evening and had instructed him to keep the restaurant open until they arrived, no matter how late it got.

Though the boss didn’t reveal the identities of these clients, he knew they were no ordinary people but rather individuals of extremely high status.

This was why, since the moment Gu Heng entered the restaurant and was confirmed as one of those distinguished guests, he had taken over the waiter’s duties to serve Gu Heng throughout...

Gu Heng hadn’t asked for his name until now; asking after a refusal startled the manager...

And, along with Gu Heng’s stern face, even a fool would know it was due to dissatisfaction.

In Western service industries, the staff didn’t have the slightest right. Even in high-end venues, it was the same; a named complaint by an ordinary customer could lead to docked bonuses or salary cuts, let alone for a customer of Gu Heng’s caliber...

It’s very possible that one complaint...

could get him kicked out...

With this in mind, the manager first informed him of his name and then said, "Mr. Gu, could you give me two minutes? I will inquire with the boss. I’m terribly sorry, but without the boss’s permission, I really don’t have the authority."

Gu Heng was about to get up and leave with Ouyang Nana.

They were speaking rules to him during a meal?

There were loads of Michelin-starred restaurants in Geneva; with money, he could be treated like a deity anywhere.

As for this establishment, plain and simple, they were spoiled by a group of people willing to reserve a table 45 days in advance just to sample the high society cuisine; but Gu Heng had no interest in indulging their behavior.

Now, hearing what the manager said, Gu Heng couldn’t be bothered with the hassle and nodded, "Then go ahead."

"Thank you Mr. Gu."

As the restaurant manager hurried away, Ouyang Nana couldn’t help but ask, "Gu Heng, what did the restaurant manager just refuse you?"

Huh?

Gu Heng looked at her in surprise, "You understood that?"

He had been speaking in French with the restaurant manager, which supposedly Ouyang Nana shouldn’t understand.

"I had several French classmates when I was studying at Berklee College of Music; they taught me some daily French phrases. Although I can’t speak fluently, sometimes I can understand a bit. Did the restaurant manager refuse your request to buy a bottle of ’82 Lafite just now?"

Gu Heng didn’t hide the truth and nodded.

Ouyang Nana consoled him, "Although I don’t know the value of ’82 Lafite, it must be quite high if the restaurant can’t sell it."

"I just have a bad habit; when I want something, I really want to get it. Today, I must have a taste of that ’82 Lafite."

People do change.