Li Zhao's attitude was extremely firm.
Li Chuan's recent words benefited him greatly, enough to change his political fortune.
"Alright, Brother Jie, when you settle the bill, have them issue an invoice for this one too." Li Chuan took out the receipt from last time's meal and handed it to Hu Junjie.
Hu Junjie took the receipt and headed straight to the cashier: "Bill for Room 777."
Liu Min did not expect a different person to settle the bill today, but still immediately printed out the list: "Sir, Room 777, expenditure 99,800."
"Cough, cough..."
Hu Junjie was smoking, and upon hearing this, he nearly choked on a puff of smoke, looking incredulous: "Ninety-nine thousand?"
Liu Min seemed natural: "Yes, 99,800, pay up."
"Did we eat dragon meat or phoenix meat? How did you calculate this price? This is absurdly extortionate!" Hu Junjie was infuriated, having seen corrupt businesses before, but never one so outrageous.
