"Huang Liang, you're so bold, you dare to talk to me like that." Qian Minghao hadn't recovered from the huge contrast with Huang Liang.
He was still dreaming of using a sharp shout to intimidate Huang Liang. After all, after so long, if he showed any sign of this, his grandson would be obedient.
Huang Liang only gave him two words, "Hehe."
He immediately hung up the phone.
"Hey, hey, hey."
Qian Minghao looked at the call that was hung up and angrily smashed the phone on the table.
"Damn Huang Liang, he's courting death."
The waiter beside him seemed not to notice that he was angry, and said with a smile: "The money is small, this bill..."
Qian Minghao said angrily, "Do you think I would refuse to pay that little money?"
Several men nearby also joined in, saying, "He's Qian Minghao, he's short of money, how could he possibly need your little money?"
"That's right."
The waiter's expression remained unchanged, a smile still on his face. "Of course I know he's Mr. Qian, Director Qian's son. I wonder when Mr. Qian will be able to settle the bill."
"The club has a rule that all outstanding accounts are settled once a month. It was supposed to be settled half a month ago, but out of respect for Master Qian, it's been postponed for half a month. If it's postponed any further, I won't be able to explain myself."
"It's a small amount of money. It's not a big deal for you, but if I can't deliver, I'll lose my job. Look at this money..."
Qian Minghao was a little annoyed by what he said, and said impatiently: "Bring the bill. It's not much money, but it makes me feel like I owe you money."
The waiter quickly smiled and said, "I'm making a big deal out of nothing. This amount of money is a piece of cake for Mr. Qian."
He handed the bill to him.
Qian Minghao took a look at the number above and his eyes suddenly widened.
With a loud bang, he slammed the bill onto the table and angrily said, "You guys at the club are taking me for a ride? Ten million, why don't you just go and rob me?"
"Qian Shao, everything in our club is clearly priced," the waiter explained calmly. "The wine you've been drinking these past few months is all top-tier red wine, a bottle of which costs half a million. Qian Shao, you've been opening several bottles every night, so this month, the wine alone has cost you eight million."
"Including the girl you hired and other miscellaneous fees, it's 11.3 million. Our manager said we'll waive the other 300,000. You only need to pay 10 million, Mr. Qian."
Qian Minghao looked at the huge amount of money with a terribly gloomy face.
Although his father was the director of a department, he couldn't possibly have that much money to pay off his debts.
Qian Minghao finally thought of Huang Liang.
They had been spending like this for a while, and he was the one who paid the bill. This amount of money was nothing to him.
"Wait."
Qian Minghao dialed Huang Liang's number with a gloomy face.
On the other side of the same city, Huang Liang was enjoying a comfortable hot bath, drinking red wine. When he saw his phone ring, he glanced at it casually and didn't answer it, letting the ringing echo.
Qian Minghao made three consecutive calls, but the other party didn't pick up, which made him very angry. But what's the use of being angry? For the sake of the 10 million, he had to continue making calls.
Huang Liang was wearing a bathrobe, leaning lazily on the couch, drinking red wine leisurely. The ringing of the mobile phone in his ear was like the most wonderful music in the world, intoxicating him.
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