The beginning of a city with a trillion

"How many banquet tables are there?"

"One hundred tables, the smoke is China."

"I'll go, this banquet is rich and decent!"

Every villager who came to the banquet was shocked by the scale of the banquet.

At this time, Yang Fei's junior high school classmates, Hu Peng and Yang Wei, were also rushing here.

As they walked, they were still discussing.

"Did Xiaofei really come back in a Ferrari?" Yang Wei asked.

"Really, I went to see it on purpose. The Ferrari F12 series models cost at least 1000 million. It's a handsome horse!"

"It's really amazing." Yang Wei said: "During the Chinese New Year, Yang Fei was still sighing there. With his salary, he couldn't even afford a toilet in Pengcheng. How did he suddenly become rich?!"

"Who can say clearly about this kind of thing, maybe I won the lottery? Not long ago, there was a guy in the next village who won 10 bets, a total of 5000 million! If I win 500 million, I will have a house and a car... "

Chapter 121 I Donate 200!

While talking, the two came to the banquet scene.

Yang Wei took a cigarette and glanced at it, "I'm going, it's actually Zhonghua, Yang Fei is really rich, rich!"

"You believe it now!" Hu Peng said.

Smoking the Zhonghua cigarettes sent to him, Yang Wei believed it.

What he usually smokes is Double Happiness worth a few dollars, so he can't afford Zhonghua.

You know, a pack of Zhonghua requires at least 128 soft sister coins!

"Hey, please give way!"

The chef passed by the two with a basin full of abalone.

Yang Wei glanced at it inadvertently, and his eyeballs almost popped out, "Damn! There are abalones!"

Hu Peng also saw it, and exclaimed: "His grandma's is really abalone!"

"I've grown so big, I haven't eaten abalone yet!" Yang Wei said.

The guests at the surrounding wine tables also saw the large bowl of abalone being carried by the chef, and stood up one after another.

"What is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"You bumpkin, this is abalone!"

"Damn it, is this abalone?"

"Isn't abalone very expensive?"

"Of course, abalone is only for sale. The price of an abalone in the county hotel is 288."

"Brilliant!!"

The villagers at the scene have never even seen abalone, let alone eat it.

Immediately, expressions of amazement and envy appeared on everyone's faces.

As soon as Yang Wei found a seat to sit down, he saw a few aunts next to him on the phone.

The voice of an aunt next to him reached his ears, "Girl, don't stay at home, come and eat!"

"Mom, I don't want to go, the food at the banquet is not good!"

"Let me tell you, you will regret it if you don't come, there is abalone in today's banquet!!"

"What? There's abalone?!"

"Really, come here quickly, I'll help you get a good seat..."

Yang Wei found out that those who called were telling their family members to eat abalone.

He wondered if he should call his mother over.

But he just thought about it, with Hu Peng beside him, he couldn't lose face.

"Come on, give way, the wine is served!"

"Damn it! It's Maotai!"

Seeing bottles of Moutai on the table, Hu Peng couldn't help exclaiming.

Hu Peng picked up one of the bottles and looked at the label, which read: "Maotai Feitian 53% 500ml sauce-flavored liquor."

He immediately looked at Yang Wei and asked, "Didn't you sell Moutai before? How much is a bottle of this wine?"

Surprised, Yang Wei held the Moutai and said tremblingly, "Good guy, let me tell you, this hotel sells for more than 2000 yuan!"

"How many?"

"More than 2000 yuan!"

Hu Peng was dumbfounded immediately, and said to himself: "Damn it! One hundred tables is worth one hundred bottles, even if one bottle is 1, it will cost 2000, what the hell!!"

He was really shocked.

To hold a banquet in the countryside, the drinks alone cost 10,000+, which is too extravagant!

Apparently, Yang Wei was also aware of this problem and looked shocked.

"Damn it, Xiao Fei has really made a fortune!"

At the banquet, the guests were all shocked by the configuration of the banquet.

At Yang Fei's house, he, his father Yang Dalin, his second uncle Yang Dahua, and a 70-year-old village chief were sitting and chatting together.

I saw the village chief with a happy face, and kept praising Yang Fei.

"Xiao Fei is a promising kid, and has made a lot of money outside."

Yang Fei smiled without saying a word. He usually seldom speaks when the elders are present.

Later, the village head mentioned intentionally or unintentionally that the village planned to rebuild the ancestral hall.

He said: "Although the Yang family village is not big, as a member of the same clan, it doesn't even have a decent ancestral hall. If this gets out, we descendants will be ashamed..."