OFR – Chapter 212 A cup of 160,000 yuan.

The woman had initially wanted to use the luxury sports car as a means to inspire her boyfriend with a motivational speech about striving for success.

But the moment the Bugatti Veyron came to a stop and she saw a shockingly young man step out of the luxurious supercar, she was stunned.

At that instant, she realized very clearly—
The “chicken soup for the soul” she had just served… might’ve been poison.

Yes, it was indeed toxic chicken soup.

Because no matter what she could’ve imagined, she never would have thought that the owner stepping out of that ultra-luxury Bugatti Veyron would be a teenager, barely nineteen or twenty years old.

This sight made her boyfriend, who had just swallowed that poisoned chicken soup, freeze with a changed expression.

“Worked hard for years to afford that car?”
“Gone through unimaginable hardships?”

The motivational things she’d said just moments ago now sounded utterly ridiculous.

The scene in front of him made the young man deeply aware that, sometimes, you just can’t compare yourself to others.
He had graduated from college and worked tirelessly for years, finally affording a 700-800 thousand RMB Mercedes—on a loan.

Yet the boy in front of him, younger by several years, was driving a Bugatti Veyron that cost more than anyone could fathom.

It made him feel like all his years of hard work were completely worthless in the face of this teenager.

People often say life is a race.
But some people are born at the finish line.

What’s the point of comparing? What’s the point of trying?

Poisoned chicken soup.
What she had just said was nothing short of pure poison.

“Come on, get out of the car! Can’t move your legs because you saw a rich guy, huh? Damn it!”

This time it was the boyfriend’s turn to explode in anger.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Don’t be mad, I was just… surprised,”

The woman, clearly a good girlfriend, realized she’d messed up and apologized in a soft voice.

“Forget it. Let’s go. I feel awful,”

The boyfriend said as he got out of the car, holding his girlfriend’s hand tightly.
He looked at the tall figure of the young man ahead of him with a complicated expression.

He knew very well that this boy might be someone he could never catch up to, no matter how hard he worked in this lifetime.

How could someone be so young yet so overwhelmingly powerful?
The young man sighed inwardly with that thought.

And so, hand in hand, he and his girlfriend walked into Shuangyun Hotel.

As they entered, the young man’s frown deepened.

He knew his car and house were both on loans, and that his girlfriend’s parents disapproved of him. They were afraid their daughter would suffer if she married him.

Just thinking about the snobbish, gold-digging comments he was about to hear filled him with frustration and dread.

Damn it. If I were that guy in the Bugatti, those money-worshipping in-laws would probably be begging me to marry their daughter.
Heh… What a screwed-up world.

Fueled by the bitter chicken soup, twisted fantasies started brewing in his heart.

It was now 1:00 in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, Mu Bai, who had reserved a private room at the hotel, had no idea someone out there was fantasizing about being him.

Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have shown any reaction.

After all, imagination is the most basic freedom a person has. He had no right to stop anyone from indulging in it.

Right now, Mu Bai was casually flipping through the menu and ordering a few of his favorite dishes:
“Jinling Salted Duck, Beauty’s Liver, and Phoenix Tail Shrimp.”

“Very well, sir. Would you like something to drink as well?”

The floor manager standing respectfully beside him asked after he finished ordering.

Though Shuangyun Hotel was a four-star luxury hotel frequented by the wealthy, it was still rare to see someone like Mu Bai—who drove a Bugatti Veyron—dine there.

So when the young man walked in, the floor manager, alerted by security, had decided to personally oversee the service.

He was worried one of the staff might accidentally offend someone far beyond their pay grade.

“Drinks? Got anything good to recommend?”
Mu Bai asked casually, looking up.

“Of course. Lafite, Romanée-Conti, Haut-Brion, Johnnie Walker, Chivas Regal… all are very popular. The alcohol content is low, so even one drink shouldn’t count as DUI. And if you do drink too much, we have luxury suites available where you can rest.”

The floor manager smiled while subtly studying Mu Bai, trying to place him.

But he failed—completely.

Not a single prominent figure in Nanjing came to mind that matched the boy before him.

Still, that didn’t reduce the respect he felt.

With over ten years of experience in the hospitality industry, he knew very well—
Some of the most terrifying people and forces in this world are unknown to the public.

Take the Nalan family, for example.
They never appear on the domestic Hurun Rich List or the international Forbes list. Not even a trace.

But who would dare claim that this powerful family, which dominates the entire southern region, doesn’t have what it takes to be on those lists?

No one.
Because if the Nalan family ever decided to be on those lists—it’d be a massacre.
They’d completely reshuffle the rankings.

The Nalan empire spans restaurants, high-end venues, gold and coal mining, real estate, manufacturing—you name it.

So if they ever decided to make their wealth public, they wouldn’t just make the list—
They’d own it.

“You recommended too many. Just tell me the best one or two.”

Mu Bai’s calm, crisp voice pulled the manager back to reality.

He quickly replied, “Sir, if I had to recommend only two, it would be the Johnnie Walker Diamond Jubilee whisky and the Louis XIII Black Pearl Crystal red wine. Both are sold by the glass only.”

“By the glass?”
Mu Bai asked with interest. “How much per glass?”

“Yes. The Diamond Jubilee is 160,000 RMB per glass. The Black Pearl Louis XIII is 280,000 RMB per glass.”

The manager answered with a smile.

These were the hotel’s two most expensive drinks, favored by top-tier guests in Nanjing.

He had expected to see surprise on the boy’s face when he named the price.
But he was disappointed.

Not a flicker of emotion.

And just as he lowered his head, he heard the boy speak again in a curious tone:

“Alright then. Since you say they’re so popular, I’ll try one of each and see if they’re worth the price.”