When Gao Qi and a few others arrived, they saw a bunch of guys calling someone "Brother Fan" non-stop, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Damn, frickin' hell, over a hundred people—could they all be here for a meal courtesy of Zhang Fan?"
"Fanzi, did you really win five million?" Gao Qi was probably the one who knew Zhang Fan the best. Growing up in the same pants, he was extremely familiar with Zhang Fan's family situation.
With only a few thousand bucks in Uncle Zhang's monthly salary, would that be enough for a meal here?
Zhang Fan shook his head: "Today, just eat your fill. I've made a bit of money recently. After so many years as brothers, we haven't really treated ourselves to a decent meal."
Gao Qi chuckled and made himself comfortable without any reservation.
