Su Tong strode away while the waiter in private room 1 brought the tall whiskey bottle over, and carefully placed it on the table...
"Woow..." They exclaimed loudly noticing the brand, it was Macallan, 30 years old...
This brand was so expensive, they were Young Masters of rich households but never spent so much on alcohol, it was something they could see with their eyes from a distance.
"Is he the Boss?" One of them inquired curiously, they had also heard he owned the Phoenix Conglomerate of which no one knew how much it was worthy but people could say it was more than trillions.
"Yes, he is..." All the waiters and workers knew Su Tong through that phoenix tattoo mark and also the name 'Phoenix' they couldn't be confused since there were no duplicate masks.
