"Oh, in that case, would you like to prepay a little more? 1 million yuan would only be enough for a few meals..."
Bei Feng looked at Huang Lin with a serious expression as he advised.
"What do you mean? How many meals is 'a few meals'?"
Huang Lin was taken aback. He was trying to prepay 1 million yuan, but the boss actually told him that this amount of money was only enough for a few meals?!
"Since you're a friend of Boss Wang, I'll give you a discount. We'll just go with today's pricing of 100,000 yuan per meal. Calculating based on that, 1 million yuan is only enough for 10 meals."
Bei Feng replied lightly, oblivious to the darkening face of Huang Lin who looked as though he were about to explode on the spot.
'Am I mistaking something? A meal like this costs 100,000?!'