Wang Hao was drinking merrily when he saw several figures approach him.
One burly man, with eyes bulging like copper bells, stared intently at Wang Hao and said with a stern face, "Sir, your total bill is 360,000 yuan. Would you like to pay by card or in cash?"
Wang Hao looked up at the man, his eyes slightly bleary from drink, and said, "I haven't had enough yet, what's this about settling accounts? Come, sit down and drink with me. No matter how much it is, put it on my tab!"
Hearing Wang Hao's words, Brother Ba and the others were all taken aback.
"Alright, let's drink. Today, if you can drink us under the table, the drinks are on the house!"
Wang Hao smiled and nodded, "Great, heartfelt, bottoms up, I'll go first in respect!"
Before his words had even landed, he picked up a bottle of 56-degree liquor and, as if drinking cold water, tilted his neck back and downed it.
Seeing this, Sun Ba and the others couldn't help but sharply inhale.
