The general manager took the Louis XIII from the lobby manager with a pained expression on his face.
This bottle of Louis XIII was worth more than thirty thousand yuan, something he seldom brought himself to part with. But the stakes were too high this time; if he clung to that thirty thousand yuan, he might as well kiss his million-yuan annual salary goodbye.
Losing his job wasn't the worst of his troubles, the real terror lay in the aftermath, facing Siye's accountability. The phrase "feeding the fish in Shen River" was no joke—back in the day, Siye had built his reputation in the provincial capital through ruthless means. Although he had since retired from the game, his methods for disciplining his subordinates were still unique, something both the general manager and the lobby manager dared not test firsthand.
Clutching the expensive foreign liquor, the general manager, accompanied by the lobby manager, knocked on the door of the Osmanthus Hall's private room.
