One hundred thousand yuan to a mere waitress is absolutely an astronomical figure.
The satisfaction of the waitress's expression brought a smug smile to Little Mustache's face as he said, "Actually, I have a way for you to not have to pay the money."
"What, what way?" A glimmer of hope emerged in the waitress's eyes.
Paying up was definitely something she couldn't do.
"Very simple. Just kneel down, lick my shoes clean with your mouth, and I won't make you pay."
Humiliation!
Brazen humiliation.
Little Mustache's words immediately filled many of the customers with indignation.
"Are your shoes worth a hundred thousand yuan?" someone spoke up.
"My shoes are worth however much I say they're worth!" Little Mustache said with a haughty face.
Dongyin people had always been accustomed to being domineering in Huaxia.
Ordinary people didn't want to provoke them.
Some wanted to help the waitress out of this predicament, but a hundred thousand yuan was no small sum.
