The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)

Philip snapped his fingers.

After that, ten tall waitresses with slitted cheongsams walked into the private room in a single file.

They were all holding delicate BMW boxes in their hands.

When the boxes were opened, the BMW keys were displayed for everyone to see.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

"F*ck me! What is this? BMW... keys? There's about 100 of those. Philip, what are you doing? Are you changing your career to be a key maker?"

According to their knowledge of Philip, he would never buy 100 BMWs just because he was a nouveau riche.

However, he did spend ten million to buy the company and become the new boss.

The BMW keys, though... This could not be...

Suddenly, someone from the crowd sucked in a deep breath and yelled, "Gosh! Did you guys forget about the BMW bikes at the parking lot?"

At this moment, everyone sucked in a deep breath.

Right!

There were 100 BMW bikes in the parking lot.

They were still discussing heatedly. They were wondering which nouveau riche was hosting a biker party.

Was Philip the one who bought all of the bikes?

T-this was unbelievable!

"You're right. I bought all 100 of the bikes," Philip nodded and said nonchalantly.

Bzz!

Everyone was stunned.

"Philip, are you for real?" A lot of them were horrified.

"What's wrong? I just bought presents for you guys. Plus, we're delivery guys. We have to be fast, right? These babies will definitely be as fast as lightning!" Philip said.

A few of them had their eyes wide. They were staring at each other in disbelief.

"Philip, are you saying that from now on, we'll be delivering the orders with these BMW bikes?" someone asked with his voice trembling.

"Of course," Philip said. "From now on, we're going to be the most ostentatious one in our industry. We have to increase our productivity. I have huge goals and I want to be the number one delivery company in Riverdale. Then, I'm going to expand the business all over the country. Agnes, are you confident?"

Agnes was shocked. She got up and nodded before saying solemnly, "Don't worry, Mr. Clarke. I'll do my best."

Everyone raised their glasses and promised to work hard and strive for the better.

"Sir, your dishes..."

The waitress walked into the private room. She wanted to ask Philip about the dishes, but her eyes landed on the keys on the table. She was so shocked that she did not know how to speak anymore. "You can bring them in now. Right, I said I wanted Lafite from 1982, right? Give me two boxes of them. Also, give me the best Maotai you have. Give three of them to each table." "Alright, Sir."

When she left the room, the waitress's eyes were still on the table.

She could not help it. She was so shocked by what she saw.

All of the dishes were here. There was shark fin's soup, bird's nest, foie gras, Périgord black truffle, shirako from a blowfish, and so on. The colleagues from the company were once again shocked. This was too extravagant. Even Agnes had not eaten a meal as extravagant as this before.

"We'll drink to our hearts' content tonight. The first glass is to fate. It's only because of fate that everyone can gather here tonight."

As he said that, Philip lifted his glass and downed the contents.

Philip's alcohol tolerance was not that good, but it was not bad either. It was just so-so.

The main point was that his identity right now was too respectable. Everyone had to look up to him.

However, despite this, Philip was not snobbish nor arrogant.

Everyone lifted their glasses to drink with him.

When he saw this, Philip knew he could not escape. He took two tiny sips.

When it was time to pay, the waitress walked over with a million-dollar bill.

Philip did not even look at it. He swiped his card directly.

After dinner, Philip let Agnes make some arrangements and asked the substitute drivers to drive the cars back to the office. The drivers each got 200 bucks as tips.

As he got up, Philip said with a smile on his face, "Let's have an after-party! Let's continue this at Smith's Bar!"

"Philip, you're so generous!"

"Mr. Clarke is so honorable!"

"I've been wanting to go to Smith's Bar for a long time, but I never had the money. I heard the chicks there are amazing." When the waitresses heard that, they all looked envious. 'Where can I find bosses like him? Give me a dozen of them!'

"Mr. Clarke, do you want to go back to take a look at Mila?" Agnes said in a worried voice when she saw Philip shaking as he got up.

"I'm fine. I'm going to let you guys take a two-day leave after this. Paid leaves." Philip waved his hand.

What an affluent nouveau riche!

Paid leaves!

Did the wind bring him his money?

After the battle ended here, Philip and the gang went to another location.

However, when he just got out of the door, he heard a curious and mocking voice calling his name.

"Philip?"