Chapter 655
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Fali's face was filled with disbelief.
"How did you earn it?"
"I put it in your mother's supermarket and priced it at 100 million. I wanted to use it as a gimmick to attract customers, but someone really bought it."
"Someone bought a 100-million-dollar wine?" Fali was stunned.
"I'm curious too. Who would buy it?"
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang again.
"Hello, Rasfa?"
"Chen, Steven borrowed money from me today."
"Steven borrowed money from you?" Chen Zhao was shocked. "How much did he borrow?"
"Forty million."
"For what?"
"He wants to buy wine. A 100-million-dollar wine."
"F * ck, my bottle of wine?" Chen Zhao was furious. "Is Steven crazy?"
"I feel like he's indeed a bit obsessed recently."
"Why did he borrow money from you? He can't take out 100 million? "
"Of course. There are less than 100 people in the world who can take out 100 million at once, and Steven is definitely not one of them. Steven's assets are close to 500 million, but he doesn't have 100 million in cash."
"Wait a moment." Chen Zhao hung up and called Winnip. "Winnip, you didn't sell the wine, right?"
"Not yet. I'm negotiating with him."
"I won't sell it. Reject him directly."
"Huh? Are you sure? It's 100 million. "
"It's my friend who bought it. He's been a bit crazy recently."
Chen Zhao hung up. He had never been so close to becoming a billionaire, but he still destroyed this opportunity.
He really didn't want to earn this money.
At this moment, Steven's call came.
"Chen, why did you reject my request to buy the wine? Do you think I don't have the right to drink your wine? "
"If you want to drink, come to my house instead of going crazy and spending a hundred million dollars."
"I don't need this bit of money."
"F * ck, you're borrowing money from Rasfa because you don't need it? Is your brain full of sh * t? "
"After the new movie airs, my company's stock will definitely drop. I might as well mortgage it to Rasfa at a low price now."
"Get over here right now. Now."
"I don't have time."
"You don't have time to come to my place, but you have time to buy alcohol with a 100 million USD check?"
Chen Zhao did not know what Steven was thinking. "You want to drink a hundred million dollars' worth of alcohol? I have it here. It won't cost you a cent."
"I don't have time."
"Don't you want to have a taste of 100 million dollars' worth of wine?"
Steven's alcohol addiction flared up. In fact, he was indeed hot-headed.
But now, he really wanted to know.
What does a 100 million dollar bottle taste like?
Half of it was alcohol addiction, and the other half was curiosity.
"Alright, I'll go." Steven finally compromised.
An hour later, Steven arrived.
Chen Zhao shook the bottle. "Let's go sit in the backyard."
The two sat under the tree. The moment Chen Zhao opened the bottle, a tantalizing aroma wafted out.
Just the aroma of the wine was enough to make one unable to stop.
"Is this the 100 million dollar wine?"
"It's just the aroma of the wine. You should know that I'm good at maintaining health, right?" Chen Zhao poured a glass for Steven. "Did you finish the wine last time? How's the effect? "
"Is it more effective than last time?"
"Yes, very much better."
"I think 100 million is worth it now."
"Don't drink it all in one gulp, or you'll get drunk."
Steven took a sip. Even though it was only his lips that touched the wine, he could still feel the indescribably rich texture.
"This wine makes me feel that the world is actually so beautiful."
This was the effect of daydreaming. No matter how gloomy a person was, he or she could feel how beautiful the world was.
"Steven, how about we make a bet?"
"Bet? Bet on what? "
"Let's bet on the box office of your movie."
"What's there to bet on? I'll definitely lose."
In fact, the movie only cost 30 million dollars. Including the publicity, it was only 60 million.
Even if Steven had to fork out his own money, he could still afford it.
What Steven couldn't get over was that once the movie was released, it would be a blow to his personal reputation.
"How much do you think the box office will be?"
"Definitely not more than 50 million in North America."
"Then I'll guess that it'll be 300 million," Chen Zhao said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Chen Zhao nodded.
"What if you lose?" Steven asked.
"You can drink all my wine in the future," Chen Zhao said. "But what if you lose?"
"Haha … If I lose, I'll actually be very happy. You can choose the male and female leads in my next movie. Even if you want me to make you and Fali the male and female leads, I'll help."
"Don't even think about it." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. At the same time, he took out a lucky coin and stuffed it into Steven's hand.
"What's this for? Is this gold coin very valuable? "
"From a certain point of view, it is indeed very valuable. When you need good luck, use the first drop of blood on it."
"Haha … You're getting more and more superstitious."
The two drank until late. Perhaps because of Daydreaming, Steven's gloominess from the past was completely gone.
Steven's laughter could be heard from the backyard every now and then. This time, Chen Zhao got drunk with Steven.
In the end, it was the inferior demon who dragged Chen Zhao and Steven into the house.
Steven woke up at noon the next day. Daydreaming was supposed to last for three days.
Chen Zhao mixed some regular wine to reduce the effects of Daydreaming.
If Steven really slept for three days, he would probably go crazy.
"F * ck, asshole, you made me sleep on the sofa for another night." When Steven woke up, he immediately cursed.
"You're awake? Do you want some lunch? "Chen Zhao walked in with a lunch.
"How much did I drink last night? I actually slept for more than ten hours. "
"Quite a lot. How do you feel now? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? "
"Huh, I don't feel uncomfortable at all." Steven didn't feel any hangover.
"Remember the bet we made?"
"Of course. I'm not stupid." Steven accepted the lunch and started wolfing it down. "Your place is perfect for both food and living. It's a pity you don't live alone. Otherwise, I'd stay here and never leave."
Steven knew his limits. He liked Chen Zhao's mansion and its surroundings, but he wouldn't shamelessly disturb Chen Zhao every two or three days.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"Do you need a ride?"
"F * ck, do I look so old that I can't even drive?"
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