This was a case of using money to smack someone in the face.
Shen Dong sneered, yanked the door open, and entered. At the same time, the young man stood up, "You probably don't know what seven billion means, huh?"
"A ton of Renminbi is eighty-seven million, eight tons would be roughly seven billion," Shen Dong said as he walked in, kicking a pile of money with his foot and standing opposite the young man, "Hello, friend."
The word 'friend' was loaded with meaning.
"Is your dad Li Gang?" Shen Dong mocked fearlessly. He gestured towards the door, "If you're eating, please go to the front desk to order; if not, get lost."
The rich young master's face changed abruptly. Even with a net worth of several billion, he still lacked the composure and breadth of a king. His eyes squinted menacingly at Shen Dong, "You think you can beat me by refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?"
