Da Bajie returned to the office, bantered with Li Huai and Shen Yingtian for a while, and then drove them, along with all the gang members, to a nearby luxury building.
This place was one of the most famous hotels in Jianghai and is pretty lavish and upscale, with top-notch service. Of course, the prices matched the reputation.
Inside Private Room A, Da Pan was already waiting. A round table that could accommodate around twenty people was surrounded by five waitresses serving tea and water. The table was filled with exotic delicacies, making Shen Yingtian salivate.
"Boss, this meal must have cost at least five or six thousand. Da Bajie sure knows how to spend," Shen Yingtian wiped his drool off and whispered.
"Can't you be a little more ambitious and stop making us look like laughingstocks?" Li Huai sneered. He had saved Da Bajie's life. If Da Bajie was unwilling to even pay for a meal, then his life was really cheap.
