Jiang Chen didn't say anything more, took out his wallet, and then pulled out a 50-dollar bill, handing it over.
"Take this, you can leave now."
Although he had firmly entered the realm of the billionaires, Jiang Chen was never a person to frivolously throw away money.
For twenty years before, he lived a life of hardship.
Furthermore.
He hadn't done anything, giving 50 US dollars was already more than generous.
If it hadn't been for considering not to bring shame to his fellow countrymen from the East, not tarnishing the generous international image that Eastern consumers had built up over the years, he would have even thought about pulling out that 10-dollar bill just now.
"Sir, we can't accept tips without providing a service."
Jiang Chen thought the other party would know when to stop while they were ahead, but who knew that this clown girl was extremely professional.
Watching the clown girl who waved her hand in refusal, he almost laughed.
"Fine then."
