When Qiao Sixi heard the financial manager's offer, he immediately sucked in a cold breath.
According to his original expectations, a table would cost more than 100,000 yuan, which was about right.
A table of a few hundred thousand yuan, ten tables would be 1 million yuan.
It was worth it to spend 1 million to please Ye Feng.
However, the estimated price had far exceeded his expectations.
This group of b*stard chefs had finally gotten their chance. What kind of precious ingredients were they writing?
500,000 yuan per table was too f*cking expensive.
Qiao Sixi's entire net worth was only about 50 million.
This birthday party would cost him one-tenth of his family fortune.
How could he not feel heartache?
But he had already bragged.
Now, in front of Ye Feng, he could not go back on his words. He could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
"5 million it is then. Transfer the money to them immediately."