"Come on, sir, enter your password. The total is six million eight hundred and eighty thousand. I'll round it down for you, six million eight hundred thousand."
Pang Dacheng very arrogantly entered the amount into the POS machine and handed it to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen held chopsticks in one hand and casually entered the password into the POS machine with the other, acting as if he were not spending over six million, but rather settling the bill for a beer he ordered during a meal.
"Beep!"
A crisp sound came from the POS machine.
In that instant, the entire room quieted down at the sound.
Then, a string of receipts spewed out from the POS machine.
"Did it, did it go through?"
Pang Dacheng looked at the POS machine's slip in disbelief, astonished.
Jiang Chen said indifferently, "Are you blind? Whether it went through or not, see for yourself."
