"Sir, please wait a moment," the waiter said and darted out, his smile almost reaching his ears.
"Hmph, bumping into a big client like me today, he's going to earn himself a nice commission."
Qin Yang watched the waiter run out with disdain, knowing that hotel alcohol sales usually come with a commission, and for a bottle of wine costing tens of thousands, the commission wasn't small.
Soon the waiter rushed back in, carrying a tray made of rosewood, with a bottle of wine on it.
As soon as the bottle was placed on the table, everyone's eyes were drawn to it. The bottle was conch-shaped, with exquisite workmanship that was clearly handmade. It was surrounded by pure silver, and by the looks of it, it wasn't light, weighing at least a few pounds.
