A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 567 The Bill

Fan Zhong-Xian looked so heroic when he ordered page after page of food that everyone kept cheering for him.

But Ye Fan remained unmoved and continued flipping through the menu slowly and only ordered when he found something he liked.

Fan Zhong-Xian had already ordered dozens of dishes while Ye Fan had just made it past his tenth dish.

"Are you still competing? Isn't Xian the winner? Xian orders dishes by the page, but the country bumpkin checks the price and keeps going for cheap food. Is Ye Fan crazy? Why would he want to compete with Xian to see who is richer? Isn't he asking for humiliation?" sneered Situ Feng in contempt as he watched Ye Fan choose dishes.

But if Qiu Mu-Cheng paid any attention, she would realize that Ye Fan was ordering her favorites.

"Haha! Feng, don't you know why Xian did this? He deliberately agitated Ye Fan into competing with him. When he has no money to foot the bill, he will get detained by the hotel or even sent to jail. Then he wil be thoroughly embarrassed. Then Mu-Cheng will hate that useless bum even more. We can get to order dinner and make Ye Fan lose all reputation. We will be killing two birds with one stone. Fan Zhong-Xian is a genius," said Yuan Yuan as she gloated.

This scheme was so obvious. If Yuan Yuan could notice it, so could Qiu Mu-Cheng and Su Qian.

Qiu Mu-Cheng was going mad with anger.

"Fan Zhong-Xian, stop competing. We admit defeat. We can't compare to you," said Qiu Mu-Cheng as she walked over. Then she walked up to Ye Fan to snatch the menu from him and threw it to the ground. Since Ye Fan hadn't ordered much yet, she could still help to settle the bill if she gritted her teeth and dipped into her savings.

"Let's go! Stop embarrassing us, okay?" said Qiu Mu-Cheng as she gnashed her teeth.

It was such a lousy plot. Qiu Mu-Cheng didn't think that Ye Fan would fall for it.

If Qiu Mu-Cheng knew this would happen, she wouldn't have brought Ye Fan to the class gathering.

But Ye Fan remained composed. He picked up the menu from the ground and patted the dust off it before he said, "Mu-Cheng, it will be fine. It's between us, so stay out of it and just watch. Go ahead and enjoy the food with peace of mind when they send it. I'll just order a couple more dishes. Since I promised to compete, I shouldn't go back on my word," Ye Fan comforted her gently.

"Compete compete compete! Compete, my foot! Fan Zhong-Xian comes from a rich and powerful family. Other than brute strength, what else do you have? How can you compete with him?" she shouted at Ye Fan as tears welled in her eyes. Her eyes were all red when she realized that Ye Fan had failed to wake up to reality.

"Ye Fan, you disappoint me so much. I hate you. I don't ever want to see you again," said Qiu Mu-Cheng sadly before running out of the door with tears welling in her eyes.

"Mu-Cheng! Mu-Cheng, don't go," said Su Qian anxiously from behind. "Ye Fan, it's all your fault. Look at what you've done! You pissed Mu-Cheng off so much that she left."

Su Qian scolded Ye Fan viciously before chasing after Qiu Mu-Cheng.

Ye Fan was worried, so he wanted to go after her too.

"Hey hey hey. Fan, you can't go. There are so many eyes on you, and even the manager is here. How can you leave before the game ends?" said Fan Zhong-Xian as he smiled. He had already achieved what he wanted.

Fan Zhong-Xian wanted Qiu Mu-Cheng to be utterly disappointed with Ye Fan.

Didn't they have a strong relationship? Today would be the day it fractured.

But even then, Fan Zhong-Xian didn't intend to let Ye Fan off easy.

In order to ensure that Ye Fan never stirred trouble for him again, Fan Zhong-Xian wanted to make him shoulder an immense debt today.

"Fine. Do you want to play? I'll entertain you to the end," said Ye Fan as fury rose in his heart.

Then he sat back onto his seat to pick up the menu and continue ordering.

"Send me this entire row of food. Do you have Maotai? Send us two bottles. Also, I want everything on this page!"

Ye Fan was clearly causing more damage this time and had stopped ordering dish by dish.

He was ordering food by the page, just like

Fan Zhong-Xian.

"Heavens!"

"Is this guy nuts?"

"Fan Zhong-Xian was born into money.

How dare that pauper compete with him?"

"Maybe he thinks he owns this hotel and can order anything he likes?"

Everyone stared with their eyes wide and were left in shock when they saw Ye Fan ordering like crazy.

"He has taken the bait," said Fan Zhong-Xian as he smiled even more deeply.

Then he calmly waved his hands once more in a domineering manner.

"This page. No, both pages. Send everything one more time. And ten bottles of Maotai. Everyone should have one Maotai of their own."

With each move they made, it seemed like watching gods fight.

The private room was filled with a deathly silence.

Only the voices of Ye Fan and Fan Zhong-Xian were audible.

"Heavens! How can the country bumpkin hold up for so long? Is he still ordering?"

Although Fan Zhong-Xian acted composed on the surface, cold sweat had broken on his back.

Despite Fan Zhong-Xian's financial power, he clearly couldn't keep ordering.

His ordering speed had become a lot slower.

In the end, Fan Zhong-Xian couldn't take it anymore. He looked at Ye Fan and asked, "Brat, are you still ordering?"

"I'm good."

"I'm just worried that you can't even foot the bill without selling your house."

Ye Fan instantly laughed and said, "In that case, thanks for the reminder. Let's call it a day. You won! My words hold no weight, and I can't compare to Mr Fan in wealth." "Humph. Glad you realized," said Fan Zhong-Xian as he laughed disdainfully.

Then he turned to look at the manager who had been with them the entire time and said, "Get us our bills. Let's settle the bills first. Or else someone might try to run." Ye Fan smiled and said, "That's right. Let's settle the bill."

The hotel manager acknowledged them. Then he called his assistant over to start tallying up Fan Zhong-Xian's bill.

"Sir, your bill adds up to a total of $1,080,000. Cash or credit?" came the manager's voice. Fan Zhong-Xian could no longer keep his cool when he heard the number. "Eh... Huh? More than $1 million?" asked Fan Zhong-Xian as his face twitched hard.

He estimated spending up to $500,000, but had shockingly doubled his budget.

"Yes, Sir. Have you gone over budget? I'm afraid we don't allow refunds once you've ordered the food," reminded the hotel manager.

Fan Zhong-Xian's face instantly darkened.