"Yang, how much did this liquor cost you?"
Sun Dehai asked curiously.
Upon hearing this question, everyone's gaze in the room fell on Yang Hao, all curious as to how much these four bottles of liquor could actually be worth.
Even Sun Xinyi quietly asked, "Is it really that expensive?"
Facing the curious looks, Yang Hao didn't keep them in suspense, gesturing with his hand a six: "Sixty thousand."
"Holy moly! Sixty thousand!!!"
"Four bottles of liquor for sixty thousand???"
"That's fifteen thousand per bottle!!"
"This liquor is even more expensive than a gold bracelet!!!"
After Yang Hao announced the price, there was an immediate outcry from the crowd.
The four elders were particularly dumbfounded.
Bai Wensong, the younger brother, held his forehead, silently complaining to himself: He really did show off in the end.
"Yang, there was no need to buy such expensive liquor!"