Just when the number plate was still two left, it was also the one in front of the boy.

The boy looked at the person in front, then looked at the two number plates in Xiao Er's hand, and his eyes were filled with hope and joy.

But this joy didn't last long. Just as the waiter finished the queue, just as he picked up the last piece and was about to come out, a playboy in his twenties, wearing a brocade dress, looked like he was empty-handed and had two followers. He waved the fan in a casual manner, walked over with a swagger, and pushed the young man aside and stretched out his hand to the waiter.

The waiter was slightly stunned and hesitated for a moment.

The boy was anxious and hurried forward and said, "That's mine, that's mine..."

The entourage of the man in brocade pushed the young man to the ground and laughed contemptly: "Little kid, you have not even grown all your hair, so what kind of wine should you drink? Besides, do you have money?"

Although the boy fell to the ground, he still held a few pieces of pitiful broken silver in his hand, and said anxiously: "I have the money, please don't steal my number card, please!"

The waiter looked at the boy and looked at the man in brocade clothes again.

It is obvious that although there are twenty places to go to the auction, since it is an auction, it is naturally the one with the highest price. The young man was covered in rags, and I am afraid that all the silver in his hand would be the less than two taels of silver in his hand.

Even if no one participates in the auction, the minimum price of Shenxianzui is still ten taels of silver.

In other words, although that young man should be the one who got this number card, the result was the same as he could not get the gods.

Instead of giving him the number card and making him happy, it would be better to give the card to the man in fine clothes. Judging from the man's appearance, he also knew that his financial strength was much stronger than that of this young man.

What's more, the waiter was a little dissatisfied with the boy. He couldn't even wear a good dress, and he was still thinking about drinking. Seeing that he was so young, maybe the scattered silver was stolen from his home, right?

Two taels of silver can support an ordinary family's food and clothing for half a year. If this young man really stole it from his home, it must be the hard-earned money saved by the family's frugality.

This young man is so unsuccessful at such a young age.

So, the waiter handed the number plate to the man in brocade without hesitation.

The man in brocade looked down proudly at the young man and swaggered into the Yunju.

The boy saw that the number plate that should have belonged to him was given to the man in brocade clothes by the waiter, and a look of despair appeared on his face. He knelt at the waiter, "Brother, please, give me a number plate, and a number plate..."

The waiters at the Yunju are all specially trained by Yan Qingrui, and they will not be despised by the dog's eyes. Even if there is, they will not be manifested.

But the boy kneeling in the street, his nose and tears made the waiter feel helpless. Besides, he knew that he had indeed given him the number plate to others just now, and he felt guilty. Therefore, he patiently suppressed his disgust for this young man who was not good at learning, and said patiently: "Little brother, you are still young, drinking alcohol harms your body, so don't be so persistent."

The boy burst into tears anxiously, hugging the waiter's legs and kowtowed, crying, "It's not what I want to drink, I want to use this wine to help my life!"
Chapter completed!