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Chapter 2132

Conan ordered haute cuisine.

Truffles, caviar, foie gras, puffer fish—There was everything.

However, most of the food he ordered was raw beef—beef tartare, medium rare steak, and so on. The array of

food was dazzling.

Once seated, Conan put on a napkin and dug in.

"Why aren't you eating? You don’t like it? Here's the menu. Order whatever you want. Feel free to help yourselves.

After all, it's my treat."

Sean asked if they had scrambled eggs and fish and chips, which they did.

However, the dishes Sean ordered were peasant food to Conan.

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Although he said nothing, several people behind him could not help but burst out laughing.

He raised his voice deliberately. "Why did you laugh? Is it funny that I coughed? People might think you were

making fun of Mr. Lennon."

Conan cleverly disguised the laughter as a cough.

As he spoke, he glanced at Sean again with a smile.

"Mr. Lennon, please don't take any offense to my stupid staff.

"By the way, do you have any favorite liquor? I recommend Joshilich."

"Oh?" Sean narrowed his eyes. He had never heard of that liquor.

After all, exotic foreign liquor was no match for the privately brewed liquor in the country.

That liquor was refreshing.

"I know you don't know at a glance. Joshilich is a famous liquor. It's fragrant, and the aftertaste lingers on the

tongue. It costs more than 10,000 thousand. I take it Mr. Lennon hasn't tried any before.

"Somebody, bring me 50 bottles of Joshilich.

"Mr. Lennon, it's my treat, so help yourself. Don't worry about spending too much. I've got plenty of money."

That being said, the eyes of the few people in Conan's entourage already showed their disdain for Sean.

In their opinion, Sean, who did not appreciate Joshilich, was a total country bumpkin.

Sean took a sip of the liquor and deliberately looked surprised.

"This liquor is good. It's silky smooth. Even after swallowing, the fragrance lingers in my mouth."

Conan tried not to laugh at that. He turned his head away and pretended to cough a few times to avoid

embarrassment.

His entourage dared not follow Conan's example, so they could only suppress their laughter, but their eyes were

already full of disdain for Sean.

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Sean was unbothered either.

He made a gesture to Zander.

Knowing what he meant, Zander secretly replied to him with a look. Then, he opened a bottle of liquor and gulped it

down.

Next, he exaggeratedly jumped up.

"Mr. Lennon, this liquor is good. I've never tasted anything so good!"

When he said this, Conan and his men could not help laughing out loud.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Conan wiped his tears of laughter with his handkerchief and pretended to explain, "Mr.

Lennon, your man's reaction is really dramatic.

"But the liquor is good. Emotional and expressive people will indeed react that way. I hope you don't mind what we

did, Mr. Lennon."

"It's fine." Sean chuckled and deliberately spoke to Zander.

"Restrain yourself a little. The liquor is good, but you don’t have to be so dramatic.

"It's Mr. Tatum's treat today. Since he said so, you can drink as much as you want."

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