An hour later.
Si Chen deeply regretted his rash behavior of dragging the person out with him.
Looking at the mess of empty bottles on the bar counter, he felt like dying.
"Bring another bottle of red wine!"
"Yes. Just a moment, please." The hotel waiter grinned ear to ear, his smile almost reaching behind his head.
It was his first time encountering such a generous guest, ordering tens of thousands worth of famous wines by three or four bottles at a time. Tonight alone, he could make tens of thousands in commission.
Just as the waiter gleefully prepared to fetch the wine, Si Chen stopped him, "Wait, never mind."
"But..."
"I said never mind!"
Once he flared up, the waiter didn't dare to move.
The man with the falcon-like eyes, blurry-eyed from drinking, impatiently scanned over him, took out a black card, and slapped it on the table, "Go open it!"
