Yang Ming did not care about these things. Just argue if they wanted to. It had nothing to do with him. Many kinds of weird people or things existed in the hotel. Yang Ming could not control what they would think.
Although Yang Ming had previously felt that paying fifty yuan to eat steamed dumpling [1] was a little expensive, the hotel sold it in different grades. This kind of thing could not be measured by price.
It's just like the same plate of spicy tofu. While It sold for three yuan in the street stalls, it was sold for at least thirty yuan in a big hotel. This was the same reason.
Yang Ming shook his head. When he was about to leave with Zhang Bing and Wang Mei, an unexpected event happened behind them.
The waiter's stuttering made the glasses man even more arrogant. "You, sick man of East Asia [2], are like this. You just know how to swindle and lie. No wonder counterfeit goods are everywhere."
