He Da and the other two froze.
Reporters swarmed over—it was breaking news.
"Mr. He, according to Mr. Zhuo's statement, the three of you spent ten billion on a meal together, meaning you alone covered 2.5 billion. Mr. He, you truly are lavishly wealthy."
"Mr. Fan, with such grand gestures, does this mean you're teaming up with the Zhuo Corporation—or perhaps looking to be swallowed up by them?"
"Hold on, Mr. Zhuo must be mistaken. The three of us were merely here to discuss business with Mr. Zhuo. We never said anything like that. If you don't believe us, you can summon the restaurant manager to confront us.
All those remarks were made by Mr. Zhuo himself and have nothing to do with us. We're simply discussing business with Mr. Zhuo—there's no obligation or responsibility for us to bear this expense."
He Da was incredibly displeased.
Why should he suddenly shoulder 2.5 billion for no reason?
