He turned around, casually took out five hundred yuan, and handed it to the waiter, expressing his apologies.

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

"I'm acquainted with this Miss. We're just talking, that shouldn't count as harassment, right?"

The waiter took the money, nodded, and looked at Yang Fei with difficulty.

"But, this gentleman..."

Young Master Wu good-naturedly patted his shoulder and led him away.

"It's just a little misunderstanding, you don't need to interfere."

The waiter nodded, didn't dare to look at Yang Fei, and backed away.

Young Master Wu turned around, his face that had been like a breath of spring suddenly darkened.

"Sir, don't you think your manner of speaking and eating doesn't fit with such a high-class restaurant?"

"If we're talking about harassment, it's you who've been harassing everyone here."

He said this so directly that Chen Ke, who had been hesitating, also began to get a bit angry.

"Sir, please speak more politely."

"Who says my friend can't eat here?"

Young Master Wu scoffed disdainfully.

"Miss, it's clear that your taste, attire, and dining etiquette all come from a noble background."

"But your friend here is simply too much..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Including implication without rude words, that's also a quality a gentleman should have.

"Are you a dog?"

Yang Fei had been lazily sitting in his chair all this time, and suddenly asked this question upon hearing the previous conversation.

"What, you're saying I am..."

Young Master Wu almost fainted.

He knew this guy was vulgar, but had not expected him to be so crude.

Chen Ke also knew Yang Fei's temperament.

But she too was shocked and stared wide-eyed when Yang Fei asked this.

Yang Fei lazily shrugged his shoulders.

"Only dogs care about pedigree, the purer the breed, the higher the value."

"To categorize people into different ranks–that's looking down on others like a dog, get it?"

"So, in my eyes, you're just a dog, smug about your own pure breed."

Young Master Wu listened as he clearly told him he was a dog.

Furthermore, this guy made sense in what he said.

Young Master Wu was nearly bursting with rage.

"Hmph, someone like you, a lowlife, what right do you have to eat here?"

"You sitting here simply tarnishes everyone."

"Do you understand Western dining etiquette, do you know Lafite wine, can you appreciate Liszt's piano compositions?"

"In my eyes, you're nothing but a provincial mutt, utterly ignorant and crude by nature!"

Young Master Wu was completely infuriated by Yang Fei, immediately retaliating.

The argument between the two quickly attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

The diners here were indeed noble scions and gentlemen.

These onlookers also had a gentlemanly approach.

They simply glanced over slightly, perked up their ears, and quietly watched and listened.

They occasionally commented in low voices.

Yang Fei's directness and openness, in the eyes of those who couldn't appreciate it, indeed appeared very crude.

No nobleman or gentleman behaves boisterously in a public setting.

Young Master Wu's scolding might have been a bit extreme.

But to many, it also made sense.

Classifying people into various ranks is a convention among these so-called upper-class people.

By using a dog as a metaphor to mock Young Master Wu, Yang Fei suddenly criticized a wide swath of them.

His words offended everyone present.

"How could such a person understand noble etiquette, look at his way of eating, his mouth full of grease, disgusting."

"He's just a nouveau riche trying to act like a noble by bringing a woman here, thinking money makes him a noble?"

"The woman with him does have some style, only her taste is not so great, to be with such a lowlife!"

"I bet this country bumpkin can't even tell the difference between red wine and wine, he's basically the fighter jet of bumpkins!"

...

The comments from various parts of the restaurant pierced Chen Ke's heart like poisoned arrows.

Chen Ke was upset and regretted bringing Yang Fei here.

Chen Ke did not agree with many of the views popular among the nobility.

They were used to looking down on people, categorizing society into various classes, believing themselves to be at the apex of the pyramid.

But Chen Ke was powerless to change this deeply ingrained ideology.

The so-called nobility etiquette proposed by Young Master Wu, in Chen Ke's view, was worthless.

Only those idled by luxury would study such convoluted and superficial things.

However, ironically, these things became the criteria by which many judged whether someone was a noble.

"Whether one knows nobility etiquette, whether one has attended champagne balls hosted by certain dignitaries..."

"Whether one appreciates concerts by certain masters, whether one understands how to taste foreign liquors..."

These life details could all be standards by which to judge whether a person was a gentleman.

But as an ordinary employee of Yalan International, how would Yang Fei know any of this?

Chen Ke looked at Yang Fei worriedly, wanting to say something but hesitated.

Faced with Young Master Wu's unreasonable questioning, Yang Fei just chuckled softly.

This guy slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry, but I happen to understand all of it," he said.

"You understand all of it?"

Young Master Wu's eyes widened in shock.

He suddenly chuckled and his expression relaxed from the initial anger to a more composed demeanor.

"Great, I don't know whether you really understand or are just pretending. How about we make a bet?" he said.

He placed three bottles of red wine on the table and looked at Yang Fei expressionlessly.

"Sir, I have three bottles of Lafite wine here, if you can taste one and identify its origin and vintage."

"I'll acknowledge your right to dine here and will apologize for my rudeness."

Yang Fei sneered, "And what if I can't?"

Young Master Wu sneered back.

"Then I'm afraid I will have to ask you to leave," he responded.

"Not just anyone is welcome here."

Yang Fei casually stretched and looked at Young Master Wu with mischief.

"I'm not interested in your apology."

"How about this, if you lose, you take off your pants and walk around bare-assed?"

Chen Ke was startled, "That's not okay."

Her face flushed and she stared hard at Yang Fei.

"How can you be so crude?" she chided.

Yang Fei chuckled softly, eyeing Young Master Wu obliquely.

"Then what constitutes being classy?"

"Living off one's parents' reputation, pretending to be superior while being nothing but ignorant and shallow parasites?"

Young Master Wu nearly fainted from anger.

This bastard's mouth was incredibly sharp and biting.

Every sentence made one wish they could staple his mouth shut.

"Fine, I'll take that bet. If I win, you take off your pants and get out," Young Master Wu declared.

"If I lose, I'll pay you two million!"

Yang Fei scoffed, "I don't need money, I just want to see you lose your pants."

"You..."

Young Master Wu was so angry his eyes nearly bulged out, his gaze fiery with rage.

Chen Ke was both angry and amused, and quickly tried to defuse the tension.

"How about this, nobody needs to strip anything."

"If Mr. Yang Fei loses, I'll pay the two million on his behalf," she suggested.

Young Master Wu simply couldn't believe it.

This guy, who couldn't even properly handle a knife and fork while eating steak, knew about his treasured wines.

He stomped his foot hard: "Fine, it's a bet!"

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