Eventually, when he dragged his tired yet inebriated self to leave the place, a group of black-clothed men suddenly barged into the private room.
By now, he was totally wasted to the point that he was staggering and stumbling all over. He swept a look at this group before him and hotly shouted, "What are you guys looking at?!"
Leading these black-clothed men was an imposing fellow, who smilingly said, "You haven't settled your payment yet, Young Master Song!"
"What payment?!" he demanded curtly. "Didn't I only open two bottles of red wine?!"
At the man's signal, the waiter handed the bill over expressionlessly to him. His anger flared up when he saw the amount stated on the receipt. "8,880,000 yuan?!"
"That's right! Please settle the payment before you leave!"
These people were obviously picking a bone with him.
