"Pfft!" President Meng suddenly had the urge to spit blood.
Even if he were wealthier, he knew that the cost of that table wouldn't be less than a hundred thousand. Enjoying a free one-hundred-thousand meal is truly a rare treat, a glorious chapter in one's life, but that bold stroke of color slipped away just like that.
Hu Pingan chuckled and said, "Haha, President Meng, things like this are hard to come by, since the hotel opened, this is the first time something like this has happened, and who knows if it will happen again in the future."
"Oh..." President Meng was hoping that he might have such luck again in the future, but Hu Pingan dashed that thought.
Back in his private room, Kang Xiaohui immediately approached and said, "President Meng, I've been waiting for you for ages, come on, let's keep drinking."
Looking at Kang Xiaohui, President Meng suddenly felt inexplicable anger, snorted, and said, "I'm feeling a bit unwell, I'll head back first."
