"Exactly, he's acting crazy and swearing at people, no wonder his wife wants a divorce." Others chimed in, all looking down on Li Wensong.

Although Li Wensong was furious, he still retained some rationality and didn't argue with these people. He prepared to leave, his clothes a mess; he needed to go back and wash up, but—

"Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet."

The coffee shop manager grabbed Li Wensong.

Li Wensong took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and threw it on the table. "Keep the change."

He only ordered a cup of coffee, while Yu Anning didn't order anything; a hundred yuan would have been more than enough.

The manager smiled slightly. "Sir, that's not enough. There's also compensation for the tables, chairs, cups, etc. You brought quite a lot of things and startled my guest."

"Yes, I'm traumatized now, I don't even dare to get married." The young woman, who had previously pursued a career, was sharp-tongued and didn't mind making a big fuss.

Li Wensong was so angry he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare not compensate, since he was in the wrong.

"How much?"

The manager took out a calculator, pressed a few keys, and said with a smile, "Sir, the total is 15,800 yuan."

"Why so much? Are you trying to extort me?" Li Wensong's face was unfriendly. How dare they try to extort him? Don't they even know what kind of person he is?

The manager explained in a friendly tone, "Sir, you misunderstand. The tables and chairs in our store are all handmade in Europe and are quite expensive. And this cup is also a custom-made bone china cup from Europe, so of course it's not cheap either. If you don't believe me, I can show you the invoice."

Li Wensong sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? To serve such expensive furniture and cups to guests? Invoices can be faked just as easily. You can buy a cup that costs a few dollars and issue an invoice for several thousand dollars. It's that easy. Do you think I'd fall for that so easily?"

He'd seen this childish scam ages ago. Hmph, don't even think about swindling a penny from him.

The manager's smile gradually disappeared. He was a gentle and refined young man who seemed to have a particularly good temper, but once the smile faded, his aura became more imposing.

The young manager took off his glasses, his eyes sharpening, and his voice turning colder. "Sir, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I can get an expert to do an evaluation, but you'll have to pay for it. How about that?"

“No need for authentication, these are clearly cheap goods. It’s not like I haven’t seen real bone china cups before. I won’t be fooled. No shop owner would give such expensive things to customers. A cup that costs thousands of yuan, and a cup of coffee only costs fifty yuan. Who would do a business at a loss!” Li Wensong shouted.

"I just love doing business at a loss. Who told me I was born into such a wealthy family? A cup worth a few thousand dollars is nothing compared to my dad's toilet, which is made of pure gold!"

The young manager spoke with a roguish tone, looking at Li Wensong with a mocking yet warning tone. He also intentionally or unintentionally revealed the caliber of his shirt, which was hidden under his sleeve. Li Wensong's heart skipped a beat, and he dared not cause any more trouble. He obediently paid the money and slunk away.

"Sorry everyone, we're closed for today."

The young manager politely saw the customer off, gleefully looking at the bank's short-term interest rate. He thought to himself, "If I'd known it was so easy to fool them, I should have added an extra zero."

"Manager, does your dad really use a solid gold toilet to poop?" a waiter asked in a low voice.

The manager glared at him. "You idiot! How can you expect people to willingly part with their money if you don't say it like that? Hurry up and clean it up; we have to open this afternoon!"

His father preferred to squat to poop; he couldn't poop while sitting. There was nothing he could do, so he stayed in the mountain village his whole life and never sat on a toilet.